Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 923: The Unusual Drunk
White clothing rambled on all the way as he carried Feng Liyan back to the residence, and the first thing he did upon entering was take Feng Liyan into the bathroom and carefully clean all four of his little paws.
He went out running by himself, so his little paws must be dirty. If he doesn’t get them clean, he’s bound to feel uncomfortable.
Watching White clothing attentively wash his little paws, Feng Liyan felt indescribable emotions.
This kid seems to really like Xiaobai. If he recovers one day and returns to the Demon Realm, will this kid be heartbroken and cry?
Feng Liyan felt that with White clothing’s personality, it’s quite possible.
"Why are you always staring at me?" White clothing suddenly looked up as he was wiping Feng Liyan’s little paws, only to see Little Gray Cat staring intently at him.
"..." Feng Liyan somewhat unnaturally withdrew his gaze, looking elsewhere.
"Do you think I’m super handsome?" White clothing grinned with a laugh, showing off his bright white teeth that really did look rather nice.
"Meow."
Overthinking it.
Feng Liyan turned his head to one side.
After washing Feng Liyan’s little paws clean, White clothing went to call Qing Yi, wanting to get some noodles to cook at his place.
As luck would have it, Qing Yi had not boarded the plane yet and asked White clothing to cook a bowl for the alcoholic too. However, White clothing said the alcoholic was not in the room.
Qing Yi acknowledged this and hung up, then thought about it and greeted Jun Moyan before walking to a quieter, less crowded place to call the alcoholic.
The alcoholic didn’t come home last night; he said he was going to his apartment to get some things and ended up staying there overnight. Originally thinking he would come home today, White clothing said he hadn’t.
Qing Yi felt uneasy.
He always felt that recently the alcoholic seemed to be avoiding him, leaving early and coming back late, going straight to bed once he returned at night.
Sometimes in the morning when he got up, the alcoholic had already gone out.
What has he been busy with lately?
Especially seeing the alcoholic’s increasingly poor complexion and thinning shape, Qing Yi became more anxious.
After dialing out, no one answered, and until the call automatically disconnected, still no one picked up.
Qing Yi dialed again, over and over, his patience running out, becoming anxious, but the phone was never answered.
In these abnormal days, he’d called several times, but the alcoholic never answered, instead only contacting him through text messages.
After Qing Yi dialed again, his phone suddenly vibrated, and without looking, he knew it was a message, most likely from the alcoholic.
Qing Yi hung up the call and opened the message, and it was exactly as expected.
A simple sentence: "Is there something wrong?" made Qing Yi feel uncomfortable and even slightly angry, always feeling that this simple response seemed cold and indifferent.
He called so many times, and that’s all he got in response?
Obviously feeling uneasy, Qing Yi still gently edited a text message for the alcoholic.
"Are you still at your apartment? Why aren’t you answering the phone? My plane is about to take off, and I’ll be back in about a week."
It took a full five minutes before Qing Yi received the alcoholic’s reply.
"Yeah, still at the apartment. My throat is a bit uncomfortable, don’t feel like talking. Be safe on your trip."
"What’s wrong with your throat? Got a cold?"
This way of texting made Qing Yi feel especially awkward.
He wanted to hear his voice.
Again, after several minutes, the alcoholic’s response finally came.
Qing Yi really wanted to know what the alcoholic was doing, why it took so long just to reply to a text.
Does he know how worried Qing Yi is about him?
