Chapter 699: Acting Spoiled
As soon as he realized that he had dozed off a bit, Zeke abruptly jolted back to his senses and used his short paw to slap himself awake! What was he doing, enjoying the assassin’s touches on his bare – even though he was furry, but technically he was still naked – body?! Moreover, if he were to fall asleep now, then he would return to his original body. By then, the kitten would stop breathing again and cause him another trouble! No, he should not fall asleep!
Zeke shook his little head side to side to sober himself up. When he felt like it was not quite working, he slapped himself a few more times.
The assassin: "..."
He was so stunned by the series of movements executed by the kitten that all his previous melancholic thoughts dispersed as swiftly as mist evaporating under the midday sun. At the same time, the lingering gloom in his heart slightly elevated and faint amusement seeped in. Just what was this demonic cat up to again?
Zeke, who was utterly oblivious that the other side had duped him as a demonic cat, raised his head and meowed in dissatisfaction when the gentle strokes on his body stopped. Aren’t you very powerful? How can your hand get tired so fast?!
He did not feel like anything was wrong with asking for more touches and pats. After all, he was in a kitten’s body now. And as a professional undercover agent, it was only right for him to behave like one!
The dissatisfaction radiating from the kitten’s body was so vivid that the assassin could not ignore it even if he wanted to. Helpless, he could only comply and stroke the kitten’s soft and tender fur, again and again, and the action was strangely therapeutic. He could feel his nerves calming down in a way that sleeping pills could not achieve.
As the man’s movement became more and more smooth and skillful, Zeke was fighting to keep his eyelids open. This was such a great dilemma. On one side, he could not afford to fall asleep, but on the other side, he enjoyed this person’s warm caresses a bit too much to the point where he did not want it to stop. Unknowingly, his eyes turned half-lidded in laziness and a loud purr emerged from his throat, indicating how pleasant and comfortable he felt right now.
Zeke had no idea how long they remained in this position. Outside, the blizzard had subsided considerably, albeit the snow was still falling down hard. It was difficult to judge the approximate time from the darkening sky, but Zeke was certain that it should be close to bedtime now.
He raised his head and called out sleepily, "Miw...?" Aren’t you going to sleep?
The assassin glanced down at him, blinked, then he tentatively reached out his index finger to... fiddle with the kitten’s long whiskers. Zeke twitched his face, but he did not avoid the man’s touch. He was only curious on what this stupid assassin wished to attempt.
His slit golden eyes landed on the man’s long and slender fingers. This was the finger that had pulled off the trigger of the gun, the hand which had killed God knows how many people before. But right now, Zeke only thought that... they were the most beautiful fingers he had ever seen. Each knuckle was well-defined, bony and oddly graceful. They exuded a hint of explosive strength, yet at the same time, they were also capable of treating a stray kitten with such tenderness...