Why Can’t I Touch It

The little girl rubbed her face against the cat's fluffy head. Her pink dress made her look like a blossoming flower that grew on the floor of Xu Ciye's clinic.

The bright sunlight which entered the room through the French-style windows created a golden tint when he looked at the little girl, who was playing with the cat on the floor. Paired with the cool summer breeze, the entire experience felt like it was a work of art, crafted by the hands of God himself.

She exuded the true essence of an innocent Lolita, with twin tails resting behind her head as she cradled the white cat gently. Her smile was subtle and pure, a sight which could warm up even the coldest of hearts. 

The moment felt fantastical.

It was so beautiful that it seemed surreal.

However, Xu Ciye wasn't in the mood to soak in the beauty of the scene. Instead, his head felt like it was seconds away from splitting open!

'Oh no!'

'I'm really done for this time!'