Aldana Candi was held tightly by him, and she struggled a little uncomfortably, "But... we just did it yesterday..."
"So what?"
Aldana Candi sulked in silence, and Philip Shaw sniffed lightly at her, releasing her with a look of disdain: "You smell like a cat. Go wash up before coming out."
How could she possibly smell like a cat?
She had clearly given Little Darling a thorough wash.
Besides, what's wrong with a cat smell?
A man with no sense of compassion at all.
She placed the cat toy on the sofa and crouched down to stroke the little cat's head under the sofa, speaking softly, "Little Darling, sister is going to take a bath. Will you be good and sleep here?"
The little kitten didn't understand and meowed at her a few times. Seeing her turn to leave, it chased after her for a few steps, then seeing the scary-looking man standing at the door, it got so frightened its tail straightened, and it hid back under the sofa, sticking its head out to meow pitifully.
