My Shirt Is Your Pajamas

But, Yu Gangan clicked her tongue and held him tightly in her arms. She then petted his furry head and headed into the bathroom.

Wenxiang was really naughty during his bath. After all, he was also a little scared. Every now and then, he would struggle, resist, and try to escape; no matter what, he did not want to cooperate.

Yu Gangan was soaked all over. After nearly an hour, she finally finished bathing Wenxiang.

After drying Wenxiang's fur, she prepared to have a bath herself.

The freshly washed Wenxiang had a body of fluffy fur. As he walked comfortably around the living room, he jumped on the coffee table and strutted past Fang Zhihan like he was showing off. "Meow."

Fang Zhihan ignored him and flipped the documents in his hands.

The sudden movement caused Wenxiang to shrink and retreat as he looked nervously at Fang Zhihan.

When Fang Zhihan did not make another move, he called again, "Meow."

Fang Zhihan glanced at Wenxiang.