Huahua jumped onto the sofa, leaned forward, and looked at the stranger in front of him, his eyes full of expectation, as if Admiral Bai would explode at any moment.
Admiral Bai squinted at Huahua, "Is this cat trying to kill me?"
Su Xiaocai reached out to move Huahua away, afraid he might playfully swipe at those dazzling needles, which would be troublesome if broken.
When Huahua squints down from above, he is a bit intimidating.
When he stays in Su Xiaocai's arms, he turns into a harmless furball.
Despite Huahua being so tiny, he's particularly heavy, especially with Su Xiaocai feeding him Insect Man meat every day, he's becoming sturdier.
Holding him is almost like carrying a sack of rice weighing dozens of pounds.
"Have you gained weight again? You need to go on a diet."
Huahua's tail fiercely swept across Su Xiaocai's arm: Say it again, and I'll swipe you. A cat's fat isn't called fat; it's called storing up bulk.
