Chapter 703: Three Short Years
Now that Zeke was certain that the man beneath him was okay, he quickly calmed himself down and became embarrassed for how excessive his reaction was. He was eternally grateful that nobody knew his real identity, otherwise if someone were to find out that the feline who had just licked a man’s face passionately was the former Crown Prince, then he would immediately find the nearest river to jump into!
Sheepish, Zeke eased back and was met with the man’s serene silver eyes. He waved his menacing claw around. "Miw miw miw?!" What are you looking at? Ain’t I doing this all for you?! Do you have something to say?!
The more he looked at the gorgeous yet pallid face in front of him, the more infuriated he was. Just what was about this person that drew him in to the point where he would lose the logical thinking he had always been proud of? Sullen, Zeke waved his paw and delivered a soft slap on the man’s cheek. To be exact, it was more like a pat because he just could not bear to wound such an attractive face. Alright, he was indeed weak toward beauties, so what?!
The crisis was swiftly brought under control and Zeke could finally examine their surroundings. He was shocked to find that as far as his eyes could see, there were only boundless rows of pine trees that were cloaked in heavy snowflakes. And if he squinted his eyes harder, he could see the faint silhouette of a wooden cabin afar. Exactly where was this place? It was so dreary and barren!
For Zeke who had lived his whole life in the sophisticated Capital Planet, this was the first time he had seen such a vast and pure landscape that was untouched by advanced civilization. He could not help but gawk and look around a bit more.
However, no matter how marvelous the scenery in front of him was, he quickly got bored as there was really nothing to see. Slapping the assassin’s cheek twice, he cried out in demand, "Miw miw!" What are you doing laying here on the snow? Don’t you feel cold? Let’s go back! After saying that, his body shuddered and he abruptly gave a loud sneeze.
The kitten’s body had just experienced ’momentary death’ for a few hours and it was freezing all over. Adding on to the low temperature around him, Zeke felt so cold that he subconsciously snuggled deeper into the crook of the assassin’s neck, then he sneezed again.
That was all it took for the assassin to move. Supporting the kitten’s butt with his palm, he propped himself up and painstakingly staggered to his feet. It took him a few attempts to be able to stand upright. Seeing that, Zeke was so anxious that he mewled a few more times, which earned him a reassuring pat on his back.
This man was clearly so weakened that his gait resembled a drunken man, yet he still carried Zeke’s kitten body out here... for what? To give him a proper burial? When Zeke imagined such a lonesome scene, his nose could not help but turn sour.