How do you tame a cat?

It’s not about a pet cat that’s been rolling around in a honey jar since birth, nor those little wild cats covered in dirt gathered in a haystack, but a pure cat. Where it is born or where it grows is insignificant, the most important thing is she has soft, long, pure white fur and eyes that always flicker with cold allure and frivolity, as if everything in her gaze would ignite into pale blue phosphorus flames and burn to ash.

She grinds fire with her sharp claws, or she leaves distressing blood marks on your skin with bites, yet when you unbuckle your belt, she rubs against the back of your hand with soft pink paws and white fur, whimpering, using charm to captivate you, pride to disdain you, rebellion to provoke you, then gentleness to soothe you.

But you can never truly tame the kitten; every moment you think you’ve tamed her, is instead her slowly taming you.

Except for that ambiguous and illusory moment, she nestles in your arms, gazing at you with eyes that captivate and fill with mist, as if she’s never been proud or rebellious.

Only in that instant, does she belong to you.

She lies on your lap coquettishly, burning in your indulgence, actively retracting her claws and innate wildness, giving you every scattered fragment from the depths of her soul, whether it’s the defiance and coolness etched in her bones and blood or the long-untamed ambition and disobedience, she forgets it all, only to meow helplessly...

"Satisfied now, aren’t you?"

Li Peifeng lies on the bed, sighs as he hugs Yimeng’s shoulders: "You little naughty kitten!"

He Yimeng’s cheeks are flushed, neck beaded with sweat, eyes half-open, responding with a soft nasal hum.

Li Peifeng checks the time; it’s nearly lunchtime, and he can’t linger, yet cuddles Yimeng a bit longer before suggesting he must leave.

"Take the box of sodas by the living room cabinet, it’s your reward this time, thanks for the hospitality!"

What tone? What attitude? Really thinks of himself as a client?

Li Peifeng gets up to dress, sniggering: "Keep it for yourself, I don’t want it."

"Don’t want soda? Then I’ll have to give you money." Yimeng rises slightly, leaning against the headboard lazily: "Can’t let you sweat for nothing, right?"

Li Peifeng pauses, speculating: "Is there a possibility, you sleep with me for emotional need, rather than physical reasons? If so, I feel obliged, you shouldn’t have to give anything in return..."

Yimeng chuckles: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"So sure?"

"Hurry up and get dressed and leave!"

Li Peifeng already dressed, can’t help looking back at the woman, Yimeng also looking at him.

Their eyes meet, as if thousands of words cross between them.

[Stay for a while, I’d like to look at your brows and eyes again.]

Li Peifeng presses his lips, chooses to sit, finding chatter without topic: "Your video account seems to be doing well. Five works, over forty thousand fans?"

"Yes." Yimeng nods slightly: "Actually didn’t perform as well as expected, once unsealed, when the filming team comes, the fan growth should be faster."

"Work hard, if tired, find me." Li Peifeng adds: "Find me not just for fun, chatting is fine too."

Yimeng laughs gently: "Aren’t you afraid Wenyue and them will find out?"

"That’s why no fun, just chatting."

Yimeng bows slightly, looks for her clothes on the bed, dressing slowly: "I do want to talk, talk about your current emotional state. Honestly, these days Tianxuan consulted me twice, the second time, revealed some stories about you all, it left me baffled, really don’t understand your thoughts, or maybe you enjoy it?"

"...Life is short, it’s all experiences."

Li Peifeng breathes out: "They are unpredictable and not for me to decide if I like or not."

Yimeng frowns slightly: "Quickly leave, else I might wave a big flag and harshly criticize you."

"Talk another day."

Li rushes out, and as he reaches downstairs, receives a transfer from Yimeng, precisely one thousand yuan.

No notes, no other messages, but Li Peifeng understands why she transferred this money, no more than Yimeng buying that half-hour of love from him.

Thus, Li Peifeng doesn’t accept, sending an angry emoji in protest: "You’re committing a crime!"

Yimeng: "Too little?"

Li Peifeng chooses to return the transfer: "Kitten work hard, live well, don’t give the owner money!"

Yimeng: "(Cat punch) I’m a fake kitten, you’re a real dog."

...

Back home, Li Peifeng sets down the supplies, then directly enters his exclusive loft, focusing on writing.

His draft of "Sword and Law" is almost finalized; the subsequent plot is fully envisioned. If everything goes smoothly, at his current speed of writing over ten thousand words a day, in ten days when the community is unsealed, the book could have sixteen to seventeen thousand words stockpiled. The content will aptly reach the main storyline for the protagonist, resolving the first point of conflict with the first major climax of the novel concluding.

Then, Li Peifeng feels confident enough to decide calmly to publish the book.

Otherwise, without a minimum of fifteen thousand words prepared, he wouldn’t dare upload "Sword and Law".

For this novel, Li Peifeng demands extreme rigor in language and plot; resting for only three hours daily, he spends most of his time at the computer writing, with over ten thousand words being his limit. Although this writing speed appears prolific, it’s uncertain if he can sustain it.