Cui Yun didn't actually make it hard for a cat. He ordered Ji Qing to come in and tidy up the mess.
The kitten also heaved a huge sigh of relief. After the crisis was resolved, the embarrassing shame belatedly wound up its nerves.
Its legs were trembling. Its meaty paws cradling its little heart.
The movements, truly indistinguishable from a human's.
Cui Yun, seemingly thoughtful, did not drive it away.
This dispelled his drowsiness, and the young man bent his legs and half leaned on the couch, holding a book in his hand in a lazy posture. The pride of a noble son was unmistakably displayed.
However, it was far from the composed self-possession Shen Hua would see in him years later.
Shen Hua's shiny eyes glanced around everywhere.
The furnishing of the study remained as before. Even the positions of the scrolls on the bookshelf had not been moved at all.
