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D'Artagnan now thinks being a cat is a great thing.

If he could go back three days, he definitely wouldn't have been so angry and caused trouble for his companions. D'Artagnan even felt that he should thank Sora.

For the past three days, Tadalia, as an orange tabby, has been pampered. He's been by Zhongli's side every day, spending most of his time being held. Every time Tadalia is held, Zhongli gently strokes the fur on his back or touches his chin.

D'Artagnan had never realized that touching someone's chin was such a pleasant experience, and he would always pester Zhongli to touch it. During the day, D'Artagnan would sit with Zhongli in the courtyard, and when the sun was warm, he would sleep on Zhongli's lap, which was truly delightful.

While his daily life was comfortable, another reason was that Zhongli spent even more time on him. Brushing his fur, bathing him, feeding him... D'Artagnan never expected Mr. Zhongli to take such meticulous care of him.

Furthermore, transforming into a cat made it even easier for Tadalia to act cute towards Zhongli. He knew, after all, that his subordinates sometimes gossiped about him behind his back, saying things like, "Young Master, you've truly lost your dignity as an executor."

What do they know? Is acting cute with your wife really being cute? It's just being affectionate! They're nothing but a bunch of single dogs!

As night fell, D'Artagnan watched Zhongli emerge from the bathroom, having just finished showering. His long hair, still damp, was disheveled. Zhongli's eyes lit up when he saw her.

Zhongli walked up to Dadalia, picked up the meowing orange cat, and headed into the courtyard. Once seated at the stone table in front of the courtyard, Dadalia began to stir restlessly.

The orange-furred cat lay flat on Zhongli's lap, its soft white belly exposed, its little paws reaching out to tug at Zhongli's hair. Zhongli let it play with his hair, stroking Tadalia's belly with his palm.

Seeing D'Artagnan having so much fun, Zhongli used a little power to make the ends of his hair shine. This, as expected, greatly piqued D'Artagnan's interest.

Perhaps influenced by the demon's power, Tartaglia not only transformed into a cat in body, but also adopted some feline habits in his daily life. At the very least, his glowing hair, which moved gently in the breeze, was quite attractive to him.

Zhongli watched Tartaglia play with his hair, looking just like a real kitten. Zhongli found it amusing and gently rubbed Tartaglia's white belly with his hand.

Tadalia was having a great time when Zhongli rubbed her stomach, and she suddenly realized she was playing with her hair like a cat. Tadalia's four legs clung to Zhongli's hands, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. Zhongli's smile was beautiful, gentle and refined, leaving Tadalia somewhat mesmerized.

Tadalia stared for a while before snapping out of her daze. She tried to roll over, her supple body easily contorting into a wondrous arc. Zhongli didn't stop her, resting her chin on her hand and watching with interest what Tadalia was about to do.

With a light roll, Tadalia successfully sat on Zhongli's lap in a cat-like position. At that moment, Tadalia saw Zhongli looking directly into his eyes, and felt a surge of resentment; how could Mr. Zhongli have seen him looking so foolish?

Zhongli keenly sensed Dadalia's emotions, and his smile widened. Zhongli ruffled Dadalia's hair and pinched his ear, "Young Master is very cute, it's alright if you act a little more spoiled."

D'Artagnan looked at Zhongli's gentle smile and felt her heart melt. Even though she hadn't been drinking, she felt dizzy and confused. D'Artagnan thought, "Since things are already like this, I might as well go all in. Besides, it's just that Mr. Zhongli knows I've turned into a cat and still acts stupid."

With these comforting words in mind, D'Artagnan decided to take the initiative and not let Mr. Zhongli laugh at her alone.

So, while Zhongli was still resting his chin on his hand watching Tadalia, Tadalia suddenly stood up. Although it looked like a small orange cat, when it stood up it was quite long, with its forearm able to rest directly on Zhongli's shoulder.

For a moment, Zhongli was bewildered. Datalia pressed on, using the momentum from his standing up to climb upwards until he was level with Zhongli's face. Although Zhongli didn't know what Datalia was going to do, he still stretched out his arm to protect Datalia, preventing him from falling off his clothes.

"Meow meow."

(“Mr. Zhongli.”)

D'Artagnan suddenly cried out.

Zhongli was a little confused, but she still patiently replied, "What's wrong?"

As their eyes met, Dadalia suddenly and gently licked Zhongli's cheek. The cat's tongue wasn't very smooth, and the lick on Zhongli's cheek only made him feel dampness and a strange shiver. It wasn't unpleasant, but he wasn't used to it.

Tadalia looked at Zhongli with a predatory gaze, yet her movements were exceptionally gentle. Finding that Zhongli didn't resist her touch, Tadalia continued to gently lick Zhongli's cheek.

Then D'Artagnan continued her efforts, glancing away from Zhongli's cheek and moving towards his ear. The tassel adorning his rounded earlobe had long captivated D'Artagnan. Now that she had the chance, she was determined to play with it.

A bright yellow jade stone hangs in the center of the earring, and a plain tassel sways gently with Zhongli's movements. Previously, D'Artagnan hadn't thought these earrings were anything special; after all, many people wear only one earring.

But things changed after D'Artagnan turned into a cat. Every time the earring swayed, it felt like a tickle on his heart. Heaven knows what D'Artagnan felt every time he was in Zhongli's arms, watching the earring sway—it was so incredibly alluring.

Now, Tartaglia's claws had finally reached the earring, and the satisfaction in his heart made his emotions soar. Zhongli also felt the earring being touched, and he indulged Tartaglia, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhongli's indulgence emboldened Dadalia, and the orange kitten was no longer satisfied with just playing with the earrings with its paws. It started to bite them with its teeth and even began to lick Zhongli's fair and smooth earlobes.

Just as Tadalia licked Zhongli's earlobe, Zhongli felt a strange sensation. As Tadalia prepared to lick it a second time, Zhongli reached out and picked him up. Tadalia, of course, resisted; he hadn't had enough fun yet. But how could a kitten break free from an adult's strength?

Poor Tadalia could only be lifted up by Zhongli with both hands and placed on the table. "You can't lick it anymore, it's strange."

Tadalia was being disobedient, meowing incessantly. He could clearly see that Zhongli's face was a little red.