The beaver, urged on by the cat's rapid-fire words, reluctantly hopped down, standing on the ground and looking over here.
Li Ye: "..."
Zhuge Ya: "..."
What on earth is up with these two Spiritual Objects.
Even their temperaments are this amusing.
"Don't be anxious." Li Ye rubbed his brow, reached out and beckoned to the cat, and the latter, without another word, sprang straight into his arms.
Then obediently curled up and lay down.
Judging from this practiced movement, it was clearly something it had done many times.
It was almost second nature by now.
The beaver, however, seeing its own "Heaven" like this, grew anxious and clawed at Li Ye's clothes: "What about me, what about me! Master, don't forget me!"
This kind of blunt vying for favor really was a first.
Just as Li Ye was about to pick it up as well, the cat suddenly spoke: "You oaf, your whole body's all tendon and muscle, heavy as the earth itself. What if you tire out Master?"
