The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 40: Appeasing the Cat

Mo Tianliao momentarily stiffened, swallowed, then casually grasped the clawed hand. "It is cold at night; you should be under the covers when you don't have fur."

"You don't have fur!" Qingtong raised his night-vision eyes and stared at him.

"That's true," Mo Tianliao couldn't help laughing. He had the cheek to sit on the bed and tuck his chilly hand into the quilt. "But I have leaves," he said and put his hand in front of Master. The hand slowly turned into blueish-green wood; after a little while, on the tip of the finger, a small tender leaf slowly emerged, supported by a small stalk.

Qingtong, who had bent his legs intending to kick down this impertinent brute who had dared to casually invade his personal space, was instantly attracted by the quivering little leaf. He lifted his clawed fingers and gently touched the small leaf, a tiny strand of endless vitality spread along his fingertips, feeling refreshingly cool. He poked and poked again, the delicate leaf shifting up and down with the touch of his fingers, then snap, it broke and fluttered down to the quilt.

"..." This small leaf took him the qi he had saved this whole day to produce, and just like that, it was gone.

Tucking his hand under the quilt, Qingtong glanced at this stupid disciple who had tried to flaunt his leaves. "Childish."

Look who's talking. Were you not the one who was just playing with leaves? Mo Tianliao smiled angrily; he couldn't really say that to Lord Kitty. He shook his head and tucked Master into his quilt again. His hand touched the delicate chin and he could not help but feel a quiver in his heart.

"Today, I..." Mo Tianliao retracted that traitorous hand, which was constantly trying to touch Master. He folded both hands and laid them virtuously on his legs.

Qingtong stared at him coldly, he wanted to hear what this perverted disciple who dared to feel up his own Master had to say.

"I didn't mean to act indecently towards you, it's just that I saw you bite your lips bloody and I..." Couldn't help it at the time? No, no, you can't say that. A moment of confusion? I will definitely get scratched into a washboard!

"You feel up your own Master and still have the gall to make up excuses?!" Qingtong sat up.

"I'm not the only one who was getting handsy," Mo Tianliao murmured in a low voice. "You also responded after a while." At first, he had been completely distressed by Lord Kitty's bitten mouth. He had held him in his arms and anxiously blocked his lips with his own mouth. Later, when he had realized what he had done, he quickly tried to separate, yet the man threw himself at him. Who could resist such temptation?

"Out out out!" His keen cat ears naturally heard this whispered complaint clearly. Qingtong suddenly felt furious and kicked his evil disciple out of bed. How could he have done such a thing if he hadn't been tempted by that warm life force? At the time, he had hurt so much he almost fainted. Then all of a sudden, he had felt very good. It was like someone suddenly scratching under his itchy chin, if that were to happen of course he would offer his chin to his slave so he could continue with the scratches!

Mo Tianliao stumbled and also got a bit angry; he could not help but say, "You are my cat. What's wrong with kissing?" Didn't they often kiss each other when they were young? Although Lord Kitty sometimes bit him, the little furball was still willing to kiss him most of the time.

Qingtong stared blankly for a moment, then slowly lowered his eyes and quietly lay down again, his back to Mo Tianliao. He no longer spoke.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Mo Tianliao realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and brazenly sat back on the bed. "Master, I..."