Almost A Cat-astrophic Love Story Chapter 37: He Lightly Pulled Apart The Cat's Hind Legs

The online netizens weren't the only people that were eager to see Fu Sichen— even the young lady that gifted the pennant wanted to see him.

However, w.a.n.g Youquan couldn't get Fu Sichen to pick up any of his calls.

No matter what, the young lady had helped to protect Fu Sichen's reputation. Therefore, w.a.n.g Youquan felt really bad because he couldn't meet her request. She wanted to take a picture with Best Actor Fu.

"Why don't I ask Fu Sichen to thank you personally once I can get in touch with him?"

w.a.n.g Youquan was doing his best to please the Mayor's daughter. Therefore, by the time Fu Sichen had woken up, his phone was full of w.a.n.g Youquan's messages.

[Do a livestream!]

[Do you know how much this young lady idolizes you!]

[Fu Sichen, if you don't livestream, then I'll kill you!]

Fu Sichen couldn't help but roll his eyes after reading that last message.

However, the short but numerous texts that Fu Sichen received from w.a.n.g Youquan gave him a good idea of what had happened when he was asleep. He knew that he was only able to pull himself out of this controversy this quickly because of the young lady.

Without a doubt, he had to thank her somehow.

Fu Sichen subconsciously looked down the cat in his arms.

He was still embracing the Persian cat who was sleeping soundly. His belly rose and fell with every breath he took; it was very cute.

Fu Sichen already knew that his Persian cat was odd. For example, he liked to wear clothes during the day. But, he never knew that this cat was so strange that he even wanted to wear his clothes to bed.

He was wearing a set of loose-fitting animal pajamas. It looked like it took into account comfort over style.

Fu Sichen rested his cheek on his palm, and gazed at the cat for a while. He couldn't resist extending his finger towards him.

He recalled that whenever the words "neuter" or "t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es" were used, the cat would always have a strong reaction. Was he trying to cover something up by putting on clothes?

Why?

Was it because his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were abnormal or something?

Fu Sichen's fingers came into contact with the pet suit.

The pajamas were intricately made— the top was a pullover and the bottom was a zip-up. Fu Sichen began to lightly undo the zipper.

It might have been because Fu Sichen was holding his breath while being extremely focused, but his careful unzipping was completely silent. Even after the zipper had been completely undone, the Persian cat was still sleeping.

Fu Sichen pursed his lips.

Using his fingertips, he lightly pulled apart the cat's hind legs.

Pei Zhen had a particularly bad alcohol tolerance; he got drunk easily. This was even more true after he turned into a cat— the only trait that he managed to inherit, as a cat, was laziness. He manifested this trait to perfection.

The cat must have felt his clothing being pulled away, so he got annoyed. He unconsciously grunted even though he was still dreaming.

He was having a nice dream.

In his dream, he was human again; he dreamt that not only was he more outstanding than Fu Sichen, but he was also taller than him!

In his dream, he was young and proud. He lifted his chin to ridicule Fu Sichen, "You *sshole! Admit defeat and call me Daddy."

Then, the scene changed. It was the Film Awards. The host was excitedly announcing, "Congratulations to Pei Zhen— he's finally beaten Fu Sichen to become Best Actor. Let's welcome to the stage, the world's most handsome man, Pei Zhen!

Pei Zhen laughed heartily.

He walked briskly towards the stage with light steps.

Only, as he was walking down the aisle, he felt a strange coldness down below. He also had the strange urge to pee.

Finally, the cat woke up from his dream.

Still in a daze, he noticed that Fu Sichen was closely examining something.

He followed Fu Sichen's line of sight only to see that his pants had been unzipped and his lower body had been exposed!

Huh!!! Huh!!!