Chapter 116: Being Self-Abasing Is Also a Form of Love

"How could I possibly know something like that? Didn't Master tell you?" Xiaoyun shook her head.

"You know how he is... he's incredibly self-centered, and everything comes with so many... well... rules and regulations. If he doesn't want to say something, you can't get it out of him. People's secrets, you know... he's certainly not going to share them."

"Well, that's only natural! He is the Master, after all. That's just how he is. He's actually been quite good to you; he doesn't even offer a smile to outsiders. Remember the other day when he was buttoning your shirt? The way he doted on you..."

As she spoke, a look of envy appeared on Xiaoyun's face, mixed with a hint of teasing.

The next second, we were tumbling together again, engaged in a wild, playful scuffle of biting and scratching.

When I finally returned home, I deliberately shook out my fur at the entrance, acting as casual as possible as I stepped inside.

"Back?" Wangchuan was sitting on the sofa, the corners of his mouth naturally curled upward.

"Mmhmm!"

I puffed out my chest, chin held high, suddenly feeling a surge of pride. Look at that—who else gets this kind of treatment? The Master greets me first when I get home!

I paced back and forth, tail held high in triumph, until Wangchuan spoke.

"You're walking around with your little butt exposed like that—are you trying to seduce me?"

*Plop.* My tail dropped instantly!

What a pervert! Staring at places he shouldn't be looking—he deserves a beating!

I lunged at him, biting his trouser leg like a mad dog, shaking my head back and forth as if I were determined to pull his pants off!

It wasn't until he scooped me up by the belly and placed me on the coffee table that I stopped.

In front of me sat a bowl of lukewarm medicine, steaming slightly. It looked as plain as tea, but it emitted a faint, bitter scent.

"Even though our little cat's talent for scouting out enemy intelligence has grown, you still need to drink your medicine."

I wasn't surprised that he knew I’d been out gathering information; after all, there wasn't much in the Rift that he didn't know. But why on earth did I have to drink medicine?!

I looked at Wangchuan in bewilderment, wanting a reasonable explanation.

"Is this... my medicine?"

"Yes. Do I look like I need to take medicine?"

"But I'm not sick! Why do I have to drink it!"

I resisted. The medicine clearly looked like traditional herbal decoction! Just the smell of it made me feel nauseated. I should thank the heavens that I didn't suffer from morning sickness during my pregnancy, but at the sight of this, I instinctively felt sick to my stomach!

I backed away a few steps, wanting to be as far from it as possible! Drink this? Heavens! You might as well just kill me!

"You have two choices: drink it yourself, or I will feed it to you."

Wangchuan’s expression was grave, just as serious as it had been the first time I met him, when he asked me if I wanted to be reincarnated or stay and be his cat.

"Can I choose not to drink it?"

"You can."

"..."

I wasn't happy about getting that answer, because I knew I couldn't outsmart this big cat. In the end, after a long list of conditions, I would still end up drinking it.

"Fine! Give me a reason to drink it."

"You were injured; you need medicine."

"But you already healed me! I'm as fit as a fiddle, I don't need medicine." I flexed a paw, nearly showing him my tiny muscle!

"No, you are very weak," he smiled.

"No!" I protested. "I just fought with Xiaoyun, and I won!"

"Oh? So there’s someone who dares to fight Lady Wang? That requires punishment."

"You know about that too..." I stuck out my tongue, lowering my head in submission.

Good news doesn't leave the house, but bad news spreads a thousand miles! How did he find out so quickly?!

But I still had to protest. "This little scratch is really nothing."

"The blood that was spilled was not fake."

"But I'm pregnant; I shouldn't be taking medication."

"It's just to replenish your blood; it won't harm you."

"It will, it will."

"It won't."

"It will."

Finally, seeming too lazy to waste any more breath on me, Wangchuan grabbed me and lifted me by my collar, placing me right next to the bowl of medicine.

"Drink it yourself, or I'll feed you."

"I... you feed me."

Even if there was no escaping my fate, I had to find a way to make it bearable.

Wangchuan reached out and tapped my forehead. I shifted from cat to human, sprawling out on the cool coffee table. At the time, I was thinking that a big cat would drink the medicine himself and feed it to me mouth-to-mouth, just like in one of those romantic scenes from a K-drama! That would make the bitterness worth it!

But as I waited in eager anticipation, I watched him reach out and stir the bowl with his finger.

His versatile finger—not only could it torment me during intimacy and heat up my bathwater, but it could also stir medicine.

I watched him nervously, not knowing what he was doing. At first, I assumed he was just being convenient; after all, Wangchuan was a big cat, and he probably didn't have any concept of germs. Besides, I’d licked his fingers plenty of times, so I didn't mind the "dirt."

But I hadn't expected the medicine to transform into a large, pale yellow ball after he stirred it a few times.

A ball!

My cat instincts kicked in, and the moment I saw that ball, I instinctively wanted to pounce and swat at it!

He pulled the ball out, cradled it in his palm, and dangled it wobblingly in front of me.

"Come on, take a lick."

I blinked in confusion, reached out with the tip of my tongue, and took a taste. It didn't have a strange flavor; it actually tasted a bit sweet. Like pineapple syrup!

I smacked my lips. I didn't understand the science behind it, but as long as it wasn't bitter, I’d treat it like candy.

I narrowed my eyes and began licking the water-ball. It wasn't hard; it felt as if the liquid had been bound together like jelly, wobbling and quivering as I licked it—it was incredibly fun!

The flavor was good, too, so when I finished, I lingeringly licked his palm for a few more seconds.

I thought happily to myself that if taking medicine were always this much fun, I wouldn't mind doing it every day.

Wangchuan pulled me over onto his lap, took out a tissue to wipe my mouth, then wiped his own hand, and teased me.

"I really don't know how you managed to raise your sister. You’re only fit to be a pet."

I squinted and smiled, feeling a slight sting in my heart.

In the past, I almost never took medicine. Life back then was so tight that even if I had minor illnesses, I’d just grit my teeth and bear it to save money. If I were ever seriously ill, I’d find my own medicine, no matter how bitter it was.

I sighed softly, wrapping my arms around Wangchuan’s neck and leaning against his shoulder.

In truth, I had been spoiled by him. Ever since I died, I felt as if I were regressing in age, to the point where I had to come up with nonsense excuses just to take my medicine. If I were still alive, who would care whether I lived or died? Whether I took medicine or not, no one would be there to look after me.

So... I really should thank the heavens.

I don't know what good deeds I did in my past lives to deserve this bond with him. Even if I am dead now, this life has not been in vain. All the love I never received before has been made up for by him.

Perhaps this is why, when the male is significantly stronger, the female’s attachment and admiration tend to grow. I began to understand why Xin'er, at such a young age, had developed romantic feelings for Han Mingxuan.

It wasn't just early maturity, nor did it have anything to do with Han Mingxuan’s reckless nature. Perhaps it was simply that Han Mingxuan could give Xin'er so much that she subconsciously relied on him.

Just like me—I relied on Wangchuan to an extreme degree.

Xin'er loved him and didn't want to leave, which is why, in the innocence of her first love, she wanted to develop a relationship with Han Mingxuan that would never end.

Holding Wangchuan, I licked his neck, pulled his hand down to my chest, and fawned over him.

"Master..." My cheeks flushed.

Right then, I was moved by the thoughts in my head, and I desperately wanted him to love me.

"What is it?" Wangchuan remained unresponsive. He didn't even move his hand, clearly trying to make things difficult for me.

"I missed you..." I licked his neck again, squinting as I acted spoiled.

"Are you acting like a little slut again?" Wangchuan teased me openly.

He meant that I had resisted taking medicine, yet as soon as I was done, I was acting like I was in heat for no reason. But every time he said something like that, I would naturally translate it in my mind to: "I love you."

So I smiled brightly and whispered close to his ear.

"It is only right for me to act this way for my Master... I... belong only to you."

The next moment, I was scooped up, and amidst Wangchuan’s laughter, I submitted beneath him, surrounded by his fervent kisses.

Sometimes I think, isn't this "acting like a slut" just another form of love?

A love that is uniquely devoted—as long as the other person understands, there is nothing else to care about!