Chapter 73 An Unchangeable Vicious Nature.

There are many stray cats on campus, and the student association for cats regularly feeds and neuters them.

However, neutering only prevents stray cats from having kittens, but it does not affect some restless male cats.

Every spring.

Shi Miao lay lazily asleep on the bench, and she could always see some male cats that had long since become eunuchs riding on the female cats.

The male cat grunted.

The mother cat remained unmoved.

If she gets annoyed by being ridden, she'll get up and beat the male cat up.

The college students were clearly delighted with this, not only stopping to watch themselves but also recording videos on their phones to send to their friends.

They mocked him mercilessly: "Huahua is practically saying, 'What else can you do besides spit on me?'"

Presumably because the laughter was too loud, the male cat, in a fit of impotent rage, let out a loud meow, tucked its tail between its legs, and slunk away.

In nature, mating and reproduction are instinctive for animals.

However, it mostly happens in spring.

Shi Miao looked curious and nudged Jiang Yingxu's bent knee with her paw, showing a keen sense of inquiry. "Aren't humans different?"

Jiang Yingxu: "..."

Jiang Yingxu clasped his hands behind his back, his voice low, hoarse, and dry when he opened his mouth.

"……no the same."

He didn't know why, but what should have been a tense and awkward situation, where someone might have their embarrassing thoughts exposed, suddenly transformed seamlessly into a popular science session.

A thin layer of sweat trickled down his neck.

Jiang Yingxu said with difficulty, "Humans, in all seasons, may...want to...mature..."

Shi Miao responded with an "oh".

She then asked, "Are you one too?"

The kitten thought about the time they spent together day and night, and it seemed that Jiang Yingxu had never reacted this way before.

He meticulously patched up the issue: "Do you want to mate all year round? Or is it because you drank alcohol today?"

Jiang Yingxu: "..."

He really couldn't speak.

How could there be such a kitten?

Then it dawned on me that animal nature is just that straightforward, and those feelings of shame and embarrassment often stem from the daily, year-after-year, earnest teachings of human society.

Jiang Yingxu escaped in a disheveled state, hurriedly saying, "I'm going to wash my hands," and then rolled off the bed with one hand.

The water tap on the balcony was turned on.

The rushing water washed away the small amount of turbid white substance, which was completely obliterated as it swirled in the current.

Jiang Yingxu was covered in sweat. The evening breeze outside the balcony caused the hem of his long sleeves to billow and ripple, carrying away the scorching heat from his body.

He squeezed out a lot of hand sanitizer and washed his hands from his palms to his fingernails three times until his hands only had a faint lavender scent from the hand sanitizer.

Recalling everything that had just happened.

Jiang Yingxu stood in front of the sink, motionless for a moment, his jaw clenched tightly. He dared not think or ask when Shi Miao had returned.

Was it after he turned off screen recording, or... before?

Will she hear it?

He was like a beast hiding in the gutter, harboring such despicable thoughts, coaxing her into sending a voice message, and while she was still confused and unaware of what was going on, he did extremely vile things behind her back.

Despicable and vile.

"...Slap!"

A crisp click of a switch came from inside the dormitory, followed by the sound of a kitten landing with a thud. The incandescent light suddenly turned on, and bright light shone through the glass window, onto the balcony and onto him.

It dispelled the thick, obscure darkness.

Jiang Yingxu was suddenly jolted awake from his self-loathing. He turned his head and saw the kitten jump up, turn on the light with its paw pads, and then gracefully turn and jump onto the table.

The kitten tilted its head and asked him, "Why aren't you coming in yet?"

Jiang Yingxu could almost picture the lively expressions on that soft, white face if it were in human form.

The wind chilled my body, but then a little sticky warmth rose within me.

At this moment.

Jiang Yingxu finally understood himself.

That's just the kind of person he is. Even if it happened ten thousand times, he would still harbor the same filthy thoughts.

An inherently wicked nature that cannot be changed.

Tragically, Jiang Yingxu was still at the age of learning how to love when he suddenly lost his parents, his family, and was forced to confront the filth and darkness of human nature.

He was forced to grow up early and walked a long road alone.

Nobody taught him.

What is love? How do we express love?

All he knew was that he had so little that belonged to him, and if he didn't hold onto it tightly, it would surely be taken away by some means.

What about the kittens you like and love?

Only by holding on tightly and marking it with one's own mark from the inside out can one feel at ease.

"..."

His dark eyes were like a vast, turbulent sea, silently stirring up huge waves and revealing a thick, sticky, possessive obsession beneath the surface.

Jiang Yingxu quickly lowered his eyes, concealing all his emotions once again.

He walked over.

Open the door.

Step into a brightly lit room.

The blush on my earlobes didn't fade so easily; my body, which had never been exposed to alcohol before, was clumsily processing it, causing a slight dizziness as a side effect.

Jiang Yingxu, with his thick eyelashes drooping, walked up to Shi Miao.

The kitten looked up at him and noticed that his face was flushed and his forehead was wet. It asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yingxu gave a soft "hmm".

He said, "I feel dizzy."

The kitten nudged his arm with its pink paw pads and urged, "Then go lie down on the bed and rest!"

I got back into bed.

The room wasn't well-ventilated, and there seemed to be a faint lingering smell on the tip of my nose.

Jiang Yingxu's Adam's apple bobbed. He leaned against the cold white wall, and after the kitten jumped up, he rested his wrists on his raised knees, his brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was hoarse:

"Meow, I feel unwell."

The kitten asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Should we take you to the vet?"

She also wanted to try using the system to check the situation.

However, ever since she sneaked into the dormitory, the system has been blocking her access because it intelligently determined that the scene involved the privacy of the host or the task target.

Shi Miao didn't discuss countermeasures, so she could only huddle close to Jiang Yingxu, her little cat face scrunched up, and gently pat the back of his hand with her paws as if to comfort him.

Jiang Yingxu originally just wanted to coax Shi Miao into getting closer to him and showing her care.

The soft paw pads, warmed by the kitten's body heat, landed on the back of my hand, causing my fingers to twitch slightly.

The blood is stimulated by alcohol, causing it to flow faster.

It's unclear whether it's due to intoxication or illness.

The young and vigorous body, having just tasted the sweetness, cannot withstand the slightest touch or provocation, and easily explodes with fiery passion again.

Jiang Yingxu swallowed slowly.

He looked down at the fluffy little kitten and thought of the cat-loving notebook.

Zeng Yu later sent him a video, which was recorded by his girlfriend of him pressing down on a large plush toy and sucking on it with a wicked laugh.

The doll was so angry that it howled and tried to scratch people, but its paws were held down. Its tail swished irritably.

When Zeng Yu finished sucking and looked up, his face and mouth were covered in cat hair, and his expression was one of blissful intoxication.

It felt as if I had stumbled upon some illegal scene that should be severely punished.

"..."

After breaking through the hazy shackles in his heart, Jiang Yingxu lost all self-control and restraint.

He reached out his hand to Shi Miao.

Her furrowed brows concealed a hint of vulnerability, and even her voice was soft and hoarse.

"Meow meow".

"Can I hug you?"