The melodious sound of a violin filled the air. Qin Yi opened his eyes and slapped the alarm clock off.

Feeling a bit drowsy... He’d stayed up late last night.

Qin Yi thought about getting up to wash up.

Suddenly, he realized something was off.

The weight on him was definitely not a cat.

The sensation told him it wasn’t Lin Jin either.

Then who could she be?

Qin Yi slightly shifted his body, feeling a warm, petite figure and her smooth skin.

A stranger... a girl?

"Mmm..."

Two tiny cat ears peeked out from under the blanket. Then, a fairy-like girl poked her head out.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, still confused.

"Meow?"

For the first time ever, Qin Yi panicked. His eye twitched. He took a deep breath and yanked the blanket open.

Lively emerald-green eyes blinked, carrying a hint of allure.

Adorable cat ears, peeking from her long black hair, drooped slightly—pink and tempting to bite.

A fluffy tail swayed naturally, like it had a mind of its own. It brushed his body once, then jerked away as if shocked.

A cat-eared, cat-tailed girl lay on him. Her small hands pressed against his chest. Warm breath tickled his neck. He could even feel her heartbeat.

Qin Yi’s breath trembled. He gently pushed her away, dressed quickly, got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and dashed to the rooftop—all in one motion.

What the hell is this?!

Where’s Lin Jin?

Where’s Little Tabby?

How did the world turn so unscientific overnight?

The catgirl sleepily scanned the now-empty room. She tilted her head. Who did I just see?

Forgot...

Whatever. So sleepy... I’ll keep sleeping...

Qin Yi’s hands shook as he opened his phone. He logged into his favorite cat lover forum and typed a bounty post:

"Woke up. My cat’s gone. A catgirl’s lying on me. What do I do?"

Though it was just past 5 AM, the explosive post blew up instantly. It shot to the top of the forum.

Top reply: "You’re dreaming."

Second: "I’m first in line."

Third: "Don’t just drink—take some antibiotics too."

Fourth: "Bro, if you’d had even one peanut, you wouldn’t be this drunk."

...

Qin Yi skipped these snarky comments. He scrolled down, hunting for useful info.

"If she’s naked on you? Be a man and do her, bro!"

Horny nonsense. Get lost.

"Is a catgirl’s thing extra tight?"

Driving so fast, aren’t you scared of crashing?

"Post pics! Pics or it didn’t happen! No pics? Call it a tank!"

This guy’s just fishing for pics. Why show my catgirl to you?

...

After scrolling forever, he found a solid reply.

"Treat her like a cat. Buy human food first—if she refuses, try cat food. Still no? Offer raw fish or cat favorites. Can she talk, or just meow? Take her to the hospital, but skip full check-ups. Go department by department to avoid suspicion. Also..."

Qin Yi read each point. This reply felt reliable. He took a scrolling screenshot and tipped the user two hundred-yuan bills.

As he captured the screen, Qin Yi wondered: This user named JiaheWanggang666—could he have actually raised a catgirl before?