Chapter 689: Demonic Cat
This time, he had truly offended the assassin. Surely he would be killed, right? He was not picky at all, just a quick and swift death would be fine!
As it turned out, he had thought too much again. Let alone anger, the assassin did not even show any expressions on his face. Zeke stared at him vigilantly, unable to guess what the man was thinking about. Just as he was getting tired of keeping his small body in a high alert state, he heard the assassin ask in a tone that betrayed nothing he was feeling within. At the very least, he did not sound offended by Zeke’s extreme behavior at all. "Not hungry?"
"Miw!" No! I only want to die and leave this simulation quickly!
However, one second after he said that, a muted growl echoed in the air. Zeke’s world abruptly screeched to a halt as his furry ears twitched to follow the direction of the beastly roar. It took him one full second to register that the sound had come... from his own stomach! His fur instantly exploded in rage. Stupid body! Stupid stomach! How dare you humiliate me like this?!
The assassin raised a brow, then he repeated the question, "Not hungry?" Though his tone did not change at all, for some reason, Zeke felt as if he was being teased. The level of mortification he was feeling right now was enough to break through the roof of the wooden cabin and circled around the planet twice.
Trembling from rage and humiliation, he bared his sharp teeth and hissed fiercely. I dare you to ask that question once again?!
Perhaps his threat was finally received by the other party, the assassin no longer pressed him for an answer. He walked to the fridge and peered inside, his face entirely expressionless. As Zeke was waiting for what he wanted to do, his emotions slowly receded like a tide until not even a wisp of anger remained. He plopped his butt down on the table and looked at the spilt milk regretfully. What was he doing? Why did he become so... quick-tempered when it came to this man? Zeke could not figure it out. Every word the assassin said, every act he took, even when he was only cocking his brow, they infuriated him to no end. He had never felt something like this before.
It couldn’t be... has his illness been cured?
He rubbed his own chest listlessly, unaware that each of his movements was taken in by the blonde man. His eyelids twitched. This cat... rather than curling properly like any other cat, it was sitting with its spine straight instead, just like a human. It could even use its short paw to rub its body...