Does anyone know what this cat and mouse text is called?

"It's okay. Eat this." Tom broke the silence in the room and handed Zhan Zhao a pill." If you wait for your illness to act up, it won't be fun at all." Wearing a bathrobe, Zhan Zhao still left with a smile like a cool breeze and flowing water. Looking at his back, Tom felt an indescribable heartache and helplessness. He forced himself not to imagine the Zhan Zhao he would see later and the Bai Yutang he would face in the afternoon. Looking at the protective suit in front of him, Zhan Zhao frowned and took off his bathrobe and changed into the protective suit. He carefully checked every button. The dark green protective suit made Zhan Zhao's fair skin look a little pale. The protective suit made of canvas and foam looked a little bloated and ridiculous, like a mailbox. Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps he was the first person in the world to face this matter so calmly. When he turned around, there was a glaring white spot in the dark green. It was very glaring. Zhan Zhao tried his best to ignore the shame that surged in his heart and the blush that flew past his face. The shiny wooden floor, the white and dazzling lights, only the silent JIN. JIN's heart was throbbing in pain, but his face was silent. He knew very well what he was doing, just like Zhan Zhao knew. Zhan Zhao was not worried that JIN would let his emotions get the better of him. In fact, it was not easy to do bad things. Her fair hands were first put on a wrist guard, then cuffed to a rack. The same went for her feet. Finally, a thick belt was wrapped around her waist and secured to the rack together with the protective suit to ensure that she would not accidentally hurt her internal organs. Everything was done in an orderly manner. Zhan Zhao was very cooperative. His faint smile was always on his lips. He knew how many people were watching him from behind the glass. Was his smile reassuring, mocking, or…different people naturally had different understandings. JIN's grip on the whip was very steady. He was an excellent executioner. After years of training and practice, he had long been able to control his emotions rationally, especially when he was working. He had always treated his work as a very delicate art. But today, for the first time, he had the desire to escape... The butt in front of him was the most perfect one he had seen in more than ten years--white and delicate... But for the first time, he no longer felt that tearing perfection was an art, and for the first time, he felt his cruelty. Without hesitation, the whip fell on the snow-white ground, leaving a white mark on it. There was no sound, only a small drop of water on his forehead, and a smile still hung on his lips. After 30 seconds, the white mark turned pink and then purple, with thin drops of blood. The second whip landed on the first whip mark, and it was branded on the first whip mark. According to the strict rules of the whip punishment, two whip marks were absolutely not allowed to overlap, and then there was a difficult wait. Why was that smile still hanging on his lips…the third, the fourth…when the eighth whip fell, Tom saw Zhan Zhao through the glass and frowned slightly. He couldn't help but clench his fists tightly." Damn it, stop!" He pushed open the door and rushed into the torture chamber. He quickly ran to the torture rack. "Zhao, what do you think? Do you want to stop for a while?" His pale face, his blood-red lips-his beautiful lips had been bitten by his master until they were dripping with blood. His soft bangs were tightly stuck to his forehead in cold sweat, and his eyes were still firm and unchanging. "No need. Give me some snuff. We don't have time." Weak but still clear took out snuff and put it under Zhan Zhao's nose to let him smell it to wake him up. TOM immediately turned around and quickly left the torture chamber. At this moment, only God knew how he cursed the purpose of flogging-the victim must always remain awake. When the 12th whip fell, TOM rushed into the torture chamber again." How is Zhao?"" If there's nothing, you can ask them to come in and examine your injuries." The door of the torture chamber was opened and a few people in green uniforms walked in. The original snow-white color in the dark green had now blossomed into a bright red " flower ". Twelve whip marks were neatly branded on Zhan Zhao's buttocks as if they were branded by a machine. The whip bites did not go easy on the flesh at all. " Okay, good." After everyone left, Zhan Zhao's clear eyes fell into a blur. His fair face turned purple. Before he fell into darkness, he pulled a smile at Tom." The rest is yours."

Answer 1

I can't provide any information about 'mouse-cat language' because this phrase may not be accurate or specific. If you can provide more context or information, I will try my best to help you find relevant information.