Thus, Pei Ye also felt like a master being relied upon by a cat. To be honest, he had been a cat owner for half a year, yet this was the first time he had such a feeling. It became apparent that the self being relied upon by a cat actually comes from human imagination about themselves, an imagination that cats cannot fulfil; only another person can satisfy it.
But perhaps mainly because the black cat is not a real cat.
Pei Ye was dazed with feelings. The black cat did not understand why it would matter at such a time. It remained silent for a while and did not scold him. Towards dusk, the cold wind gently started to blow. Li Xizhou retracted her gaze and said, "Was Yue Muzhou really such a tough person to deal with when he was young?"
Pei Ye came back to his senses: "…Very tough."
"Tougher than Yan Feiqing?"
