"You, um, stop, touching... meow!"
The snow cat cradled in Fulingya's arms struggled weakly, trying to maintain the last bit of dignity.
After Herbert left, Fulingya sat holding the cat in a daze, absentmindedly petting it.
"Hey! Meow—"
"I'm telling you, stop... Fulingya!"
After being tormented for quite a while, the snow cat felt that it couldn't continue being so soft and had to show its dignity as a Goddess.
You can pet my head, but not so comfortably!
Otherwise, where's my authority!!?
Stop it, Sis, you're going to pet me into a ball.
"Meow—Ha!"
Finally, after an internal outburst, Hecayas struggled vigorously, slipping out of Fulingya's embrace like a lively koi.
"Oh?"
At that moment, Fulingya, lost in thought, finally snapped out of it, watching as the little cat in her arms shot out like a cannonball.
?
Eh, what's going on?
It wasn't like she intentionally ignored it; she'd been dwelling on her conversation with Herbert.
