FMLB Chapter 134

Meow meow

 

“…You want to have a cat?” Mr. Xi’s expression was odd.

 

Xi Guican: “…”

 

Why keep a cat when you can let the cat take care of you?

 

Nervously clutching his lucky cat piggy bank, He Ruge wondered if octopuses disliked felines. He was now an Earthling pet cared for by Mr. Xi, and it was indeed strange for a pet to keep another pet.

 

Ah, indeed, being a pet meant being under someone else’s roof, no matter how much money you had or living in a villa. 

 

Independence was the only way out. 

 

When will Mr. Xi escape back to outer space?

 

Little He Ruge said, “It’s okay if we don’t keep one. I was just thinking about it.”

 

Seeing his little lover’s good feelings dropping rapidly, Xi Guican almost got scared by the tiger ears that suddenly appeared.

 

“What kind of cat do you want to keep?” 

 

After Xi Guican asked this question, the continuously decreasing “good feelings -1” paused. His little lover raised his head and his black eyes shone brightly. 

 

“Mr. Xi, can I keep a cat?”

 

Xi Guican remained silent, fiddling with his cane, showing ambiguous attitudes, neither confirming nor denying. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing and lowering He Ruge’s good feelings again.

 

“A white cat, any breed will do.” 

 

He Ruge looked hopeful, even pleasingly smiled at Xi Guican. His smile was sweet, which made Xi Guican’s slight jealousy dissipate. 

 

White, wasn’t he referring to himself?

 

Then He Ruge saw Mr. Xi, who had a calm face just moments before, suddenly soften. The man reached out, his knuckles clearly defined as they touched the brim of his hat. 

 

He seemed about to take off his hat, but before doing so, Mr. Xi hesitantly asked, “As long as it’s a white cat, do you have any preferences regarding its size?”

 

A tiny kitten that could fit in his palm would be cute, just as adorable as a big, fat cat that liked to sit on laps. He Ruge, who was not at all picky, replied, “No preference.” 

 

Having any cat would be nice; why choose based on size?

 

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xi took off his military hat. Furry tiger ears emerged from his silver hair, softening his stern appearance. 

 

“Do you think a cat this big is okay?” 

 

Mr. Xi flicked his snow-white tiger ears, asking with a serious face, barely containing his nervousness.

 

He Ruge widened his eyes, almost dropping his lucky cat piggy bank in his hands. 

 

He stuttered, “Mr. Xi, you’re… you’re…”

 

Mr. Xi took the lucky cat from He Ruge’s hand. 

 

This piggy bank? 

 

It was ceramic and would be a hassle to clean up if it broke. 

 

After putting away the annoying lucky cat, Mr. Xi confidently stated to He Ruge, “That’s right, I am a white cat.”

 

He Ruge: “???”

 

Wait, aren’t you an octopus monster?!

 

Under He Ruge’s incredulous gaze, Mr. Xi lowered his head, grabbed He Ruge’s hand, and gently placed it on his tiger ear. 

 

The ear was white with black circles on the back, and the earlobe was as pink as a flower bud, perfectly camouflaging itself as a cat’s ear.

 

It was large, about the size of He Ruge’s palm. Touching this “cat ear,” He Ruge could imagine the owner of these “cat ears” must be a very big cat.

 

The tiger ear obediently rubbed against He Ruge’s palm, tugging at his heartstrings. Carefully pinching the tiger ear, He Ruge couldn’t resist the silky touch, the ear’s fur being longer and fluffier compared to other parts.

 

Meow meow, had this cat ear been specially groomed? 

 

Why was it so obedient, so big, so smooth, so soft… He Ruge touched the “cat ear” with tears in his eyes.

 

The tiger ear was a sensitive spot for Xi Guican. He could feel his little lover’s warm, soft hand touching his ear, causing ripples of ticklishness wherever it was touched.

 

Usually, Xi Guican would retract his ears himself, but at this moment, he sold his soul for good feelings —

 

“Good feeling +1” kept popping up one after another, stunning the inexperienced Xi Guican. He humbly allowed his ears to be teased by his little lover, spinning around in his palm just to get more good feelings.

 

In just ten seconds of lowering his head to let He Ruge touch his tiger tail, he raised a whopping 25 points of good feelings.

 

Good feelings surged to 74 points! 

 

However, after indulging in petting, the good feelings didn’t rise anymore, just like a man who enjoys a night out and throws away the rest.

 

He Ruge believed in taking what he got, stopping when he was ahead.

 

After petting the “cat ear” for over ten seconds, he tactfully withdrew his hand, fearing that if he touched Mr. Xi’s cat ear for too long, Mr. Xi might not be happy. 

 

However, Mr. Xi gave him a reproachful look…

 

Oh no, Mr. Xi must be angry that I touched his cat ear for too long. 

 

Although Mr. Xi was the one who gave me his cat ear to touch, his original intention might have been just to let me lightly touch it. 

 

Well, I got carried away in the moment and forgot to restrain myself.

 

He Ruge nervously sat up straight and assured Mr. Xi, “Mr. Xi, next time I won’t touch it for so long.” 

 

So please give me the privilege of touching your ears next time!

 

“It’s okay, touch it as much as you want.” 

 

Mr. Xi put the military hat aside, just like a tyrant saying, “Feel free to use my card.” 

 

Wait, why did I compare myself to a little wife? 

 

It should be like an old father’s indulgence towards his son.

 

After smoothing out the relationship, He Ruge quietly moved his little butt closer to Mr. Xi, feeling that Mr. Xi was now more handsome and cute for some reason. Inadvertently, he wanted to get closer to Mr. Xi. Even if he felt a bit soft in the spot where the red marks were on his legs, He Ruge firmly moved closer to his big cat.

 

There was a military hat between them.

 

There was only a hat between him and the big cat.

 

Mr. Xi was a cat. 

 

With blue eyes, white fur, and a kind of classical beauty, could it be that Mr. Xi was a Persian cat?!

 

No, Mr. Xi is an alien. 

 

Do aliens have Persian cats? 

 

But Mr. Xi seemed to come from a romance game designed by humans.

 

Persian cats were very beautiful, with lots of fur and a noble and gorgeous temperament. Mr. Xi’s back was always straight, like a medieval nobleman, very much in line with the temperament of a Persian cat.

 

However, apart from the color of the fur being slightly different, Mr. Xi was also somewhat like a Siberian forest cat, with a tough and handsome appearance, large and robust. Unlike his appearance, he had a gentle and affectionate personality.

 

Isn’t Mr. Xi like this? 

 

Although he looked fierce, his heart was gentle and lovely.

 

The Siberian forest cat also liked to play with children. 

 

Mr. Xi adopted him as an Earthling cub.

 

In He Ruge’s little brain, Mr. Xi turned into two cats, one as an elegant and noble Persian cat, and the other as a powerful and gentle Siberian forest cat. 

 

Whether it was one or the other, He Ruge liked and wanted both. Children don’t make choices, and adults can’t choose at all!

 

After getting off the car, when Mr. Xi reached out to He Ruge, He Ruge tiptoed to touch Mr. Xi’s hand. Perhaps because he looked sad when he touched Mr. Xi’s fingertips, Mr. Xi bent down and picked him up.

 

He Ruge felt he might be the best-treated human in the cat servant, while others scoop up the cat, Mr. Xi holds him. He had been adopted as a pet by a big cat, who fed him, clothed him, housed him, and even leaned down to stroke him.

 

I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to get cocky.

 

He Ruge had completely forgotten his initial disdain for Tentacle Monster Mr. Xi and the lifeplan of being a rice weevil. He tilted his head back, gazing at the two fluffy “cat ears,” and involuntarily grinned.

 

“Mr. Xi, could you…,” He Ruge whispered softly, “let me see what you look like as a cat.”

 

Mr. Xi paused his steps, “Let’s eat first.”

 

So while He Ruge ate, he also thought about Persian cats and Siberian forest cats. 

 

At the dinner table, Mr. Xi asked He Ruge if he wanted to go to the amusement park over the weekend, and He Ruge nodded in agreement.

 

After dinner, Mr. Xi returned to his room to transform. With He Ruge eagerly anticipating, a huge paw stepped out from the staircase turn. 

 

He Ruge looked up at the large paw, seeing the pink pads stepping down each step like Mount Tai pressing down.

 

Looking up from below, even though covered in long fur, the muscular presence was still striking. The long, thick fur outlined a full body curve, and the smooth, soft texture of the fur trembled with the muscles as he walked, presenting a visual effect like ripples of water.

 

He Ruge dumbfoundedly looked up at the large tiger head and the “王” character on top of the tiger head. His mouth slowly formed an “O” shape, with Mr. Xi’s deep and mellow voice echoing incessantly in his mind—

 

Yes, I am a white cat.

 

I am a white cat.

 

A white cat.

 

Cat.

 

Wow, what a big… white cat.

 

As this large white tiger walked down the stairs, its long tiger whiskers shook twice, just like He Ruge’s trembling heart. He Ruge’s legs were a bit weak. 

 

Facing this colossal white tiger, He Ruge realized he wasn’t even as tall as its legs. As the white tiger approached closer and closer, its tiger aura grew stronger. 

 

He Ruge took a small step back, tripped over his own feet, and plopped down on his buttocks.

 

He Ruge was in a state of confusion. Before he could even stand up, he saw the big white tiger blink its eyes and rush over, its much thicker tiger tail circling around his waist, lifting He Ruge up like pulling a radish.

 

“Are you scared of me?” 

 

The big white tiger opened its blood-stained big mouth, speaking human words. While talking, He Ruge could see its fangs, but the voice was still Mr. Xi’s deep bass, which gave He Ruge some comfort. 

 

He forced himself to remain calm and said, “Not… not really.”

 

“Mr. Xi, you… you said you are a white cat?” 

 

He Ruge’s childish voice trembled. Most ordinary Earthlings would tremble when in such close contact with such a big white tiger. For someone like He Ruge, who could still talk normally, his mental resilience was already quite good.

 

The big white tiger didn’t even blink its eyes. 

 

“Meow~” 

 

The deep and majestic meow echoed through the living room, with the lingering sound swirling around the beams. 

 

“I am indeed a white cat,” the big white tiger said calmly.

 

He Ruge: “……”

 

Ah ah ah, this is not the cat I imagined!

 

Blue eyes stared at He Ruge, looking like a predator eyeing its prey. 

 

“Don’t you like my beast form?” 

 

The big white tiger asked with a trace of grievance.

 

He Ruge: “……”

 

Ah ah ah ah, I dare not say I don’t like it ahhhh ah!

 

Before, He Ruge had raised the little white tiger into a big white tiger, so seeing the big white tiger didn’t scare him.

 

But now, without that transition, He Ruge was on the verge of tears.