Sweet Wife in My Arms

She opened the door and heard the cat meow.

Little Bean was cowering in the corner and Yi Ling was about to hit her with her slipper.

Then a hand stretched out and grabbed Little Bean in their arms.
When Little Bean saw that her master had come back, she acted like a spoiled child, headbutting her master’s arm affectionately.
She looked pitiful with her dewy eyes.

“Meow….” Master, somebody is bullying me.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Huan gently stroked Little Bean’s head.

Yi Ling threw her slippers on the floor and slid her feet into them.
She reached out her arms and Yan Huan could see they were scratched.
Although they weren’t bleeding, it was still obvious.
“All I did was wash her paws and she scratched me.”

She was angry and wanted to hit the cat.

“Next time you should wrap up her paws before you bathe her,” Yan Huan advised.
They could try as much as possible, but it couldn’t be helped.
Cats weren’t dogs.
Cats hated to bathe, and their paws are…

Yan Huan took Little Bean’s tiny pink paws.
They were small but her claws were too sharp, not many people could stand being scratched by her.

Yi Ling reached out and took the cat from Yan Huan’s arms.

“I’ll wipe her off.
She’s not dry yet.”

Yan Huan grabbed the things that she had put on the floor just now.
“Alright then, you do that, I’ll start cooking.”

Yi Ling and Little Bean looked at each other in consternation again.

Yi Ling smiled wickedly, and Little Bean’s fur stood up in fright.