Chapter 21 - Are You Saving Yourself For a Female Cat? (1/2)

After giving Pei Zhen a bath, Fu Sichen thought that he might as well give the Persian cat a bath too.

Of course, the cat didn’t give up without an extremely fierce struggle.

After glaring at the steadily approaching Fu Sichen, the cat jumped into the bathtub with a meow. Pei Zhen ended up gulping down a few mouthfuls of water in the process.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Pei Zhen meowed frantically. His thrashing paws ended up splashing water everywhere. He had never liked water, even as a human. This was even more true after turning into a cat. Unfortunately, this bathtub was rather deep for a cat; Pei Zhen’s legs couldn’t reach the bottom. This terrified him.

“How enthusiastic.” Fu Sichen looked at the cat struggling in the water. He reached out to lift the animal out of the tub. “You really like taking baths, huh?”

Fu Sichen also knew other celebrities who were cat owners. He seemed to have the impression, from talking to them, that cats didn’t like water. Hence, they would usually run away when it was time for a bath.

His own cat was quite the maverick; he loved baths so much that he even wanted to have one before Pei Zhen did!

The cat was dumbstruck at this insinuation.

“Meow,” he said.

As Fu Sichen lifted the cat out of the water, he observed that the cat was completely soaked from head to toe. His fur was plastered onto his body, his eyes were teary, and he had a pitiful expression on his face. He looked as though he had been wronged somehow, an expression that looked both weak and helpless.

Fu Sichen found it to be kind of funny.

He wasn’t a patient person by any stretch of the imagination. But, for some reason, he was exceptionally tolerant towards this cat.

Not caring that the cat was wet, Fu Sichen picked up the cat. He used his other hand to drain away the old bathwater before refilling the bathtub.

This time around, Pei Zhen the cat was much more cooperative.

Even though he still felt humiliated, he grit his teeth and allowed Fu Sichen to give him a bath. It was only when Fu Sichen reached for his lower stomach that he started to become agitated again.

“You still don’t like being touched?” The cat’s stomach was dirty; Fu Sichen needed to touch Pei Zhen to get him clean. Fu Sichen made a noise of disapproval. He couldn’t care less what the cat thought. He pinned the cat down, and reached straight for the cat’s stomach.