“Everyone’s always curious—Mo Yidong’s grades must be pretty good, so why did he choose to come to our class?”
No one knew who started the rumor that Mo Yidong had excellent grades.
It was said he transferred from a prestigious university.
As soon as the class caught wind of this, the gossip began.
“The teacher arranged it. I don’t know the details either.”
“Since the girls found out you got dumped, they’ve been getting more and more proactive.”
“Yeah, especially the class president—anyone with eyes can tell she likes you.”
Mentioning the class president, Xia Yu unknowingly perked up her ears, squinting as she listened to the boys gossiping.
“So what if she likes you? Our Brother Dong already has someone on his mind.”
“What does the person you like look like? Are they pretty?”
Mo Yidong cradled the cat on his lap, gently stroking its fluffy head.
Even the tail wagged back and forth involuntarily, as if thoroughly enjoying it.
He buried his face close to the cat, his tone softening.
“She’s very beautiful and cute.”
“Who is she? From our class?”
“No, not from our class… not at all.”
Zhang Wenshan immediately shut down their curiosity about Mo Yidong’s crush—after all, he was the one who personally arranged this match.
The topic shifted from Mo Yidong’s girl to Zhang Wenshan’s Global Knowledge Chronicle.
When it came to that, Zhang Wenshan could talk without stopping.
Lights-out was approaching.
Mo Yidong saw Zhang Wenshan getting ready to change and wash up, so he immediately called out.
“Zhang Wenshan.”
“Hm?”
“You’re sleeping in Xia Yu’s room tonight.”
Mo Yidong said this as he placed the cat on Zhang Wenshan’s bed.
“Why?”
Zhang Wenshan saw that the cat he’d just found today was already occupying his bed.
Since Xia Yu was also in that room, there was no way he could squeeze in with her, right!?
“Because this is Xia Yu.”
Zhang Wenshan’s eyes widened as he stared at the yawning cat on the bed, which looked ready to sleep.
“What!? You’re saying this is…”
Zhang Wenshan blinked.
If this was Xia Yu, she’d turned into a cat—or maybe she’d become a cat because of something else.
“I’ll explain it to you later.”
Seeing Zhang Wenshan’s thoughts getting more complicated, Mo Yidong quickly packed up Zhang Wenshan’s luggage and sent it out.
That night, after showering and changing into black pajamas, Mo Yidong gazed at the other bed where the curled-up cat couldn’t fall asleep.
The two looked at each other.
“Do you want to take a bath?”
Mo Yidong had no experience bathing pets, and cats didn’t usually need baths every day.
After all, this cat was still human just a few hours ago, so he thought he might as well ask.
But Xia Yu just meowed, and he couldn’t understand what she was saying.
No bath.
Xia Yu lay on the bed, feeling uncomfortable in this current form—feeling wronged and distressed.
She just wanted to know when she could turn back.
No one knew when the Transformation would finally end.
Mo Yidong sat quietly by the bed, seriously staring at the cat, then decided to tell her the truth.
“Actually, when I told Muyi Qiu that you’d turn back after the time limit, that was a lie.”
The real situation was more complicated.
Xia Yu suddenly raised her head, shocked as she looked at Mo Yidong.
“What then? You mean I’ll be a cat for the rest of my life?!”
“There are two ways to reverse the Transformation. One is using an antidote.”
Asking Mo Yaofei for the antidote was one option, but Mo Yaofei would never admit he was behind this, and there was no proof.
So that definitely wouldn’t work.
“The other way is to use the nature of the medicine. Mo Yaofei surely wants to use the drug’s property—raising Obedience Value to force Xia Yu into submission, to obey Mo Yaofei completely.”
“The other way is…”
Mo Yidong frowned.
The next method was embarrassing to explain to Xia Yu.
Because if she knew, she’d definitely be angry.
But if she didn’t do it, she wouldn’t turn back.
Now the dilemma was on Mo Yidong’s shoulders—he was stuck, not knowing whether to do it or not.
Xia Yu gave him a serious meow, her eyes filled with unshakable confidence, convinced that if she did it, she’d turn back.
“It means you need to act like a cat to please the owner, obey their commands, and even feel pleasure from it.”
“No way. I can’t do that.”
Mo Yidong saw the terrified look in the cat’s eyes and roughly understood what she meant.
“Then the only option is to stay a cat forever.”
Between cat and human, she could only choose one life.
Xia Yu leapt lightly to Mo Yidong’s bed, padded beside him, and nudged her cat head against his arm, signaling for him to pet her.
He stroked for a long time with no sign of her feeling pleasure.
Xia Yu thought about typical cat behavior and decided to try another tactic.
She flipped over, nervously exposing her belly, meowing at Mo Yidong.
“Touch me! See if you can make me feel good?”
Seeing Xia Yu’s little body exposed, making soft meowing sounds, curling close to him and wriggling like she was acting spoiled—
“Am I supposed to pet you?”
“Meow~”
Mo Yidong lifted his hand and gently rubbed the cat’s belly back and forth.
Yet the cat didn’t look any more comfortable; instead, her face was full of nervousness.
They’d tried every method they could think of, but none worked for Xia Yu.
She yawned, thinking maybe sleeping it off and trying again later was the best plan.
In her sleep, Xia Yu suddenly sniffed a sweet scent in the air.
Following the smell, she instinctively hopped on all four legs toward its source.
The scent grew stronger under the covers.
Her tiny black nose nudged the blanket’s seam, then her cat head slipped inside, followed by her slender body.
She touched the cool skin and hard muscles beneath, and true to cat nature, she stretched out her paws and rhythmically rubbed against them.
The strength of a cat’s paws in a dream wasn’t something ordinary people could bear.
Mo Yidong opened his eyes, reaching one hand under the covers to grab the cat’s two front legs and stop her.
But the cat’s tiny rough tongue, like sandpaper, fiercely licked his fingers.
Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re a cat.
He extended the other hand and lightly tapped the cat’s butt as a warning.
The slap didn’t seem to get through.
The cat even thought it was too light, turning over and sticking her butt up under Mo Yidong’s chin.
What a little spoon cat…
Mo Yidong stayed calm and gently moved the cat’s butt away from his chin.
But not long after, she pushed back again.
No way, this one has completely treated herself as a cat.
Mo Yidong shook his head in helplessness, got up, and sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the cat who wanted some comfort with a resigned expression.
His hands were a little stiff—he really couldn’t lift them.
If just a few pats on the butt could restore Xia Yu to her original form, he was willing to give it a try.
“Did I hit you?”
Mo Yidong asked Xia Yu but got no response.
He repeated:
“Did I really hit you?”
The quiet, cramped room echoed with the sound of patting a cat’s butt, from light to heavy.
No one knew how long it lasted, and Mo Yidong’s hand was getting numb.
He sighed.
At the moment the cat slowly began turning back into a human, Mo Yidong quickly covered her with the blanket.
The bed suddenly felt a little heavier.
Silver hair, like smooth strings, sprawled loosely on the white bedding—a black and white pair sharing one bed.
Fingertips gently brushed over the tired yet soft face.
Mo Yidong’s lips curled into a faint smile.
If she said her butt hurt in the morning, he wouldn’t take responsibility.
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