Chapter 5
"Tsk..." Yan Xuanjin stretched out his finger to push the cat's head away, and looked at the cat hair on his clothes with disgust. "If it loses hair like this now, it will lose even more hair once the hair on its body grows back."
"Meow~" The kitten pretended not to understand and gently bit the finger he extended.
Yan Xuanjin paused, feeling the warm and moist touch of the kitten's mouth, frowned slightly, and was about to pull his fingers out when he was stunned again - the black wolf that had consciously run into the mental image since discovering the cat had just run out without the owner's permission.
This is an extremely rare situation for Yan Xuanjin.
He stared at the black wolf that had run out without permission, and suddenly remembered that his spirit body had also sneaked out of the infirmary in the same way.
Yan Xuanjin glanced at the cat that was combing its hair under his hand, then calmly pulled his hand away, intending to observe the cat's reaction.
The black wolf nimbly jumped onto the table, approached the kitten with gentle steps, and let out a low growl: "Woo——"
The cat stood up and looked up, its round, bright blue eyes meeting a pair of yellow-green eyes that seemed to be glowing.
"Meow--" The cat took a tentative step forward. The remaining genes in its bones told it that the black beast in front of it would not threaten its life.
The black wolf stood still, allowing this creature, which was much shorter than itself and looked somewhat strange, to approach it.
Yan Xuanjin watched all this silently from the side, and carefully felt the changes in his mental power.
As the only S-rank Sentinel, his mental energy fluctuated violently, and his mental imagery needed much repair. Unfortunately, the Empire lacked an S-rank guide capable of breaching his mental barriers, though the Federation did have one. However, given the relationship between the Empire and the Federation, the only way for that guide to help him was to surrender to the enemy.
Although Yan Xuanjin was not satisfied with the complicated political situation in the empire, he still had the blood of the imperial family flowing in his bones - to a large extent, this was also the reason why the Dark Blade organization was not suppressed by the military and external public opinion.
Yan Xuanjin watched the two animals in front of him getting closer and closer, and even starting to perform more intimate actions such as licking, before he spoke out to stop their contact.
However, the cat obviously didn't listen to his command. It stretched out its barbed tongue and, relying on its small size, got into the black wolf's belly and took a big lick...
"Hiss——" Yan Xuanjin's body trembled.
Damn, where is this idiot licking?!
He walked forward, and with one hand pulled away the stupid wolf that was standing still and letting people lick it, and with the other hand, he pinched the cat's neck and lifted it up with one force.
"You don't understand what people are saying, do you?"
There was silence, and everyone stared at each other.
"Meow——" I understand.
Yan Xuanjin: ...
It's strange that you can understand this.
The breath is stuck in my chest, making me feel uncomfortable.
He pinched his eyebrows, threw the cat to the ground, and said, "Play by yourself, don't go on the bed."
After saying that, he took off his clothes and began to check the scars on his body.
Years of field missions and training have made his muscles tight and powerful. His wheat-colored skin and the white bandages wrapped around his body form a sharp contrast, appearing particularly distinct under the dim light - but the most obvious thing is the various large and small, bizarre scars on his body.
Maomao squatted on the ground, tilted his head back, and stared at the brown scars on his body.
Man, it hurts.
Because the cat also has scars on its body, the cat is in pain.
So people are in pain too.
It straightened its hind legs, stood up, and pounced on Yan Xuanjin's calves, trying to hang its entire body on them and climb up.
"What are you doing?" Yan Xuanjin bent down and lifted the cat with one hand.
"Hmm~"
The cat meowed softly, rubbing its head against the scars on his body and patting the tight human flesh with its paws.
Yan Xuanjin felt the gentle movements of the little beast and lowered his head to look.
"Are you comforting me?" he asked.
"Meow~" Yes.
Yan Xuanjin seemed to understand, smiled, walked to the bed and sat down, then reached out and rubbed the fur on the cat's head.
"I like you. You look pretty good."
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