Chapter 12 Pingkang Square

In the small garden, Yang Zhenbing squatted with his legs together, arms folded on his knees, and chin resting atop his arms, his gaze fixed intently on the black cat on the ground.

"This cat is really good-looking," he said in a low voice.

Pei Ye squatted opposite to him, toying with the black cat's soft ears, "It's good-looking, right? I've never seen one prettier than this one."

Yang Zhenbing nodded, "Neither have I."

He cautiously extended his hand, "Will it let me touch it?"

"...It depends on the person."

The black cat quietly squatted on the ground, pawing at the fallen flowers as if it couldn't see the two towering figures before it.

Yang Zhenbing stretched out an index finger and tentatively poked its ear, then quickly withdrew it, his lips curling up in satisfaction.

Pei Ye, however, continued to scratch the black cat under its chin while smiling, completely ignoring its attempts to dodge and its cold gaze.