Wen Nan ignored him, focusing on persuading Little P. to leave. Moments later, the fat orange cat turned around and passed by Wen Nan's guest room door again.
On the third pass by Wen Nan's door, still without any response, the fat orange finally dropped its pretense and voluntarily approached Wen Nan.
With a disdainful look at the silly dog lying on the ground drooling, the fat orange let out a "plop" and sat right on its face, then started grooming its chest fur in a dignified manner in front of Wen Nan.
Just as the fat orange groomed from its chest downwards, a hand descended onto its head.
Hm?
The fat orange abruptly stopped licking, eyes widening like copper bells, and looked up.
It saw Wen Nan reaching out his hand to stroke the fat orange's round head.
In an instant, a jolt of electricity surged from the top of the fat orange's head through its entire body.
"Meow~"
