Series: The Cat Transformation

As soon as he walked in the door, a black shadow pounced on him. He Yanlu put down his book, took off his coat, and walked over to the sofa. The playful rubbing of the black cat made him itch, and he chuckled as he grabbed the cat and brought it to his face. “Missed…

Yang Qu stood in the office of the Literature Department’s sophomore year and said to the balding counselor, who was still relatively young: “It’ll be a while longer.” “If there’s no proof of absence for more than three days, it will be considered truancy. Excluding weekends, strictly speaking, Ye Yixing has been absent from class…

The person being kissed, whose tongue was sucked and unintentionally dodged, seemed to respond rather than resist. They didn’t know if they closed their eyes out of shyness or fear, their eyelashes trembling. One of their hands was still wandering and groping behind his back… …Isn’t this seeking death? So, Yang Qu lived up to…

Although there was a website news headline hanging above Ye Yixing’s column message board, stating “Popular Internet Writer Luomu Zhqiu Abandons Project and Goes Missing,” he had informed the editor about his leave of absence. However, in the email, Ye Yixing didn’t provide detailed explanations, only mentioning that he needed to take a break for…

After making a phone call to Yang Qu, Ye Yixing felt bored out of his mind. He played cards online for a while but found it uninteresting. Then he looked for an entertaining movie to watch. After about ten minutes, he almost fell asleep. So he decided to dive onto the bed, grabbing He Yanlu’s…

The black cat looked up at He Yanlu, whose delicate chin was neither smooth like hands rubbing against each other nor sharp like a carved blade. If Ye Yixing was a black diamond, then He Yanlu was white jade, resilient and gentle. This man’s appearance seemed so perfect, yet he concealed his true nature flawlessly.…

Waking up in He Yanlu’s arms the next morning, Ye Yixing, now calm and composed, wasn’t feeling down about the failed transformation from the previous night. There’s a saying that all decisions are emotional decisions, including rational ones. Moreover, Ye Yixing, as a black cat, was driven by impulsive choices when he eagerly wanted to…

Ye Yixing lay on the bed, closing his eyes to calm his emotions and heart rate. This transformation wasn’t as abrupt as the previous one, so he didn’t feel as exhausted as if he had just finished running a marathon. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, he didn’t feel so tired that…

The interior design exuded a European style, with the surrounding ambiance filled with whispering exotic jazz music. The waiter standing by the table was a handsome foreigner with attractive features. He had brown hair and azure blue eyes. He spoke a string of words that seemed to be either German or Italian, then placed two…

Coffee interrupted Mo Yanze’s contemplation, and he immediately regained his flawless expression, introducing to He Yanlu, “Irish coffee.” He Yanlu was feeling a bit dizzy from eating tiramisu and looked at the thick layer of cream on the coffee. He lowered his head and took a big sip, leaving a circle of foam around his…

Mo Yanze clenched his fists in frustration. This was not the development he wanted! “It’s all because of that damn cat showing up in this situation!” He absolutely refused to admit that he would feel jealous because of a cat, that he would be provoked by the cat’s existence, and that it would disrupt his…

The self-mockery and taunting from Mo Yanze had no effect on He Yanlu’s loneliness. Mo Yanze watched the desolate figure of He Yanlu and most of his provocative anger had already dissipated. However, he had long been accustomed to, in moments of arrogance, launching a decisive attack on the other person’s psychological defenses. That sense…

During the kiss, neither of them closed their eyes, staring at each other, locking in each other’s appearance. Intoxicated by alcohol, He Yanlu’s thinking was sluggish, his head felt like a machine immersed in water, with so much resistance that it couldn’t turn properly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but couldn’t figure out…

He Yanlu had a moment of confusion. Through the door, that person was using Xiao Hei’s voice to tell him he was Xiao Hei, just like how he would affectionately call him “Daddy”… His Xiao Hei hadn’t gone anywhere… He Yanlu hugged his knees, his mind in a daze. “Are you a cat now?” “…No.”…

On a typical weekend morning, free from the pressures of time, He Yanlu would allow himself to sleep until his stomach growled, just a second away from starving, and then struggle to get up to replenish his energy. Although he was always too weak to open his eyes when waking up, today was slightly different.…

The room was filled with a strong atmosphere of intimacy, which anyone could sense, let alone the perceptive Chu Wenxing… He Yanlu’s heart was in chaos. He felt that as soon as Chu Wenxing entered, the events of last night would replay in front of him like a movie. This fear occupied his mind, and…

Ye Yixing was horrified as soon as he heard it. His mother and Chu Wenxing belonged to the same type of creatures! These people spoke so sharply, every sentence hitting the key points! Hiding things from his mother was absolutely suicidal. With just a glance from his mother, Ye Yixing’s secrets would be sniffed out,…

Chu Wenxing sat in the pitch-black movie theater, with Yang Qu sitting on his left, tightly holding his left hand. Half an hour ago… Yang Qu said, “You should worry about yourself first.” Chu Wenxing suddenly jumped up like a startled rabbit, “Let’s go, let’s leave!” Yang Qu grabbed his left hand and asked, “Where…

Pearl shrimp dumplings, BBQ pork puffs, fresh bamboo rolls, beef meatballs… The table was filled with tempting dim sum, and the waiter brought a pot of fragrant jasmine tea. Even Chu Wenxing, who usually had a small appetite, couldn’t help but drool due to his hunger. Yang Qu poured tea for him. He suddenly recalled…

…Leaning tightly against the tree, their bodies confined in the narrow space between Yang Qu’s arms and the tree trunk, lips still burning from the kiss, tongues tingling, and hearts pounding. “Uh… hmm…” Chu Wenxing pushed against Yang Qu’s chest with all his strength, but the person in front of him was like an immovable…