My Catgirl at Home: Stop Being So Fierce, Dark Lord
They say animals can understand human emotions, and I never believed it—until the day I was unexpectedly saved by a cat. From that moment on, I became his cat as well! My devilish master is terrifyingly strict and even orders me to help him with his schemes... Beware—there are shocking twists ahead, so proceed with caution! — New novel release! If you enjoy the story, don’t forget to click the star in the upper right corner to add it to your favorites. Updates are posted at 1 pm, 6 pm, and 10 pm each day—and there will be bonus chapters if you send gifts. Bonus update rules: one extra chapter for every 1,000 recommendation votes, every 100 gold diamonds, or every 100 yuan in rewards. No dropped stories, no skipped updates, so you can add to your collection with confidence! Don’t forget to smash that recommendation button too! For more updates, follow the author’s WeChat public account: Wu Xiaoqian. Turn on auto-subscription to stay up to date!
My Catgirl at Home: Stop Being So Fierce, Dark Lord
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I never believed in the coming of Death, nor did I believe in ghosts or spirits. I always thought such things were utter nonsense.
That was until one day, after returning from a job interview, I began to be relentlessly tackled by a cat.
I may not believe in ghosts, but I do believe that cats are mystical creatures. Stories abound about how a cat jumping over a corpse could make the dead rise again.
For several days, every time, without fail, it would leap at me, leaving scratches of varying severity on my body.
Today marked the seventh ambush. My skirt was torn by its claws, revealing my slender calf, and that rascal was now intently staring at my leg, still bearing fresh claw marks.
A white kitten, adorned with a beautiful red collar, its large eyes impossibly adorable.
I stood up, brushed the dirt from my clothes, and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, the cat let out another cry, pounced, and clung tightly to my leg, digging in its claws and rubbing against me with all its might!
What on earth was it doing? Did it mistake my white stockings for a female cat?
“There, there, let go, won’t you, little kitty?”
I tried to coax it, kneeling down to gently pry its sharp claws from my stockings.
Just then, a loud explosion sounded nearby! Screams erupted. Smoke gushed from a fourth-floor window, and panicked people, covering their faces, ran from the stairwell!
A gas explosion?!
I was so shocked I could barely move, my hands trembling uncontrollably.
“Meow.” The cat looked up at me and
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