"Why did you suddenly call my mom over without asking my permission first, meow?"

Lin Jin slowly turned her head, her eyes shimmering with moisture. She clearly hadn’t recovered from the intense stimulation moments ago.

"Ahem." Qin Yi coughed awkwardly. He’d expected a storm of fury from Lin Jin, not this calm questioning—so calm it sparked a twinge of guilt in him.

"If I’d asked you first, you wouldn’t have let me notify her, right?"

"Sigh… that’s true, meow." Lin Jin thought it over. Though he’d acted without consulting her, the outcome seemed good. She’d let it slide.

But she’d still act aloof on the surface—to keep him guilty and easier to exploit.

Qin Yi fell silent, then picked up a thick textbook. He flipped to the trivia on the last page with little interest.

"Hey, Lin Jin."

"What?"

"Do you know… why you ended up like this?" After a pause, Qin Yi decided to share Li Jianwen’s theory.

"Don’t know, meow~"

"This condition you have—"

......

When Lin Jin’s mother returned, she found them staring blankly at each other. The air hung thick and tense.

"What’s wrong?" She set down her bags, curious.

"Nothing much." Lin Jin thought Qin Yi’s theory too mystical. Her mom would scoff—probably less believable than a cat spirit possession theory. She changed the subject. "Mom, why so many bags?"

"After finally getting a daughter, I must dress her beautifully," Lin Hanzhang said, waving her over. "Try these on. Do they fit?"

"Oh." Lin Jin climbed off the bed and rummaged through the clothes.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

A yarn ball!

Instinctively, she lowered her upper body. Her supple thighs coiled like springs. She pounced eagerly—

Awooo…

Got it. Awesome!

"Meow?"

Lin Hanzhang grabbed her by the collar and tossed her back onto the bed. "Touch that yarn ball again, and I’ll play with your tail," she warned, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"Whimper…"

The Kitten Girl froze, letting out a soft cry.

Lin Hanzhang picked up the yarn ball. She snipped a hole in the back of the new white underwear, then sewed soft fluff around it to prevent chafing.

"Try it," she said, cutting the thread and handing over the modified pair.

The Kitten Girl eagerly slipped it on. The bare feeling under her clothes was finally gone.

Qin Yi turned his back instinctively.

"How’s the tail fit? Turn around, let Mom see."

"Very comfortable." Lin Jin obeyed, turning smoothly. Her slender cat tail wagged a few times, showing it moved freely.

"Good. I’ll fix the rest this afternoon. Try these clothes—we’re eating out for lunch."

"Huh? Eating out?"