Chapter 258: This Is Your Real Dinner.

Fu Lin turned his head toward "Mei," about to start ranting, when his expression suddenly changed. He stared at the blurry figure in front of him and said, "I'm not even mad at you, and you're getting all moody?"

Kiana narrowed her eyes slightly and sat cross-legged on the bed with her arms crossed. A flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes as she said coldly, "No. And then?"

Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Fu Lin's mouth dropped open. His scalp tingled as he cried out in disbelief, "Ki… Kiana?!"

Then he turned his back, lowered his head, and forced a smile, "Haha… No way. I must still be dreaming. Kiana couldn't possibly be here…"

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Kiana pressed against Fu Lin's back, her fingertips gently tracing across the skin of his chest. Then she pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife and aimed it at his chest, her voice cold as jade, "What's wrong? Do you really hate seeing me that much?"

Fu Lin shivered at the cold sensation on his chest. "Kiana, let me explain!"

Kiana tore off the black cloth covering Fu Lin's eyes, pinched his chin, and stared into his eyes. A flash of intense possessiveness flickered in her gaze. "Go ahead."

"Kiana, I..."

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Fu Lin looked at Kiana's pale face with a trace of worry, but before he could finish speaking, his head suddenly grew heavy, and he passed out again.

"..."

"Damn it, is this really all I can do?" Kiana looked at Fu Lin, unconscious in her arms once again. She reluctantly put away the kitchen knife and then hugged his body tightly..

"Ahhh!!!"

"That idiot Fu Lin! When he wakes up, I swear I'm going to find a way to free his consciousness!"

The more Kiana thought about it, the angrier she became. Huffing, she poked Fu Lin's face. Seeing that he didn't react, she started rolling around on the bed, crying and complaining.

...

"Meow~" Did I... come back?

Hearing the sound of a television nearby, Fu Lin rubbed his eyes and looked at his fluffy paws, his eyes filled with joy.

But as he sensed that all the Honkai energy within him had vanished without a trace, the joy in his eyes quickly faded. His face paled as he collapsed onto...

"???"

"Something feels off. This isn't Mei's..." Fu Lin patted the chest in front of him, then raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar jawline with confusion. He instinctively tried to wriggle out of the other person's embrace.

"Awake... already? I just held you..." Bianca's breath hitched as she gazed down at Fu Lin in her arms. A trace of reluctance flashed through her eyes.

She then angrily lifted Fu Lin in front of her face. Just as she was about to say something, she froze upon seeing his confused expression. Her eyes lit up, and she excitedly rubbed her cheek against the soft fur on Fu Lin's chest.

"...So soft, so comfy. You're finally letting me touch you!"

"Meow? Meow meow meow?!" Durandal?! Where's Mei?!

Fu Lin's pupils widened in shock. He blinked in disbelief, then glanced toward the kitchen, where Rita was cooking. His heart immediately started pounding.

"Meow meow meow?!!" Rita is here too?! Did I get captured by Schicksal?!

...

A few minutes later.

"...Meow meow meow." ...Enough already. If you keep rubbing me like this, I'll go bald.

Fu Lin's mouth twitched as he watched Bianca's dazed expression and flushed cheeks. His patience was running out as he pushed against Bianca's face in protest.

Seeing Fu Lin resist, Bianca immediately puffed her cheeks and stared at him with a pitiful look, as if asking how he could treat her like this.

But soon, she noticed the unmistakably human emotion in Fu Lin's eyes. Her expression stiffened, and she awkwardly sat up, placing Fu Lin beside her.

Bianca sat tensely, her hands clasped on her lap, her face devoid of expression. But a faint red flush slowly crept up her ears, betraying her inner tension and embarrassment.

"You... you're that masked man. When did you wake up? Just now, I wasn't... I just really like cats..."

After a long silence, Bianca awkwardly explained. Perhaps because she was too flustered, she covered her face mid-sentence in embarrassment.

"Uh... Sis, can you speak up?" Fu Lin placed his front paws on Bianca's thighs, propped up his head, and gazed upward. He could see Bianca's mouth moving, but her voice was so soft he could barely hear her.

Before long, an enticing aroma wafted through the air. Fu Lin sniffed the air and turned toward Rita's hands, where a plate was resting.

Rita placed the plate on the dining table and glanced at Bianca, who was sitting on the sofa. "Lady Bianca, dinner is ready."

Gulp.

Fu Lin swallowed hard, jumped off the sofa, and darted under the table with light and nimble steps.

His eyes narrowed sharply as he observed the table. After a brief moment, he sprang forward, tucking in his legs and leaping onto the chair.

However, just as Fu Lin was about to jump onto the dining table, a sudden hand grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

"Meow~" Fu Lin looked at Rita's smiling face, stuck out his tongue, and tilted his head with a confused meow.

"This is your dinner." Rita placed him on the floor. Under Fu Lin's puzzled gaze, she took a can of cat food from the cupboard, opened it, and set it down in front of him.

"Meow!" Is this human food?! I want steak!

Fu Lin stared at the unappetizing yellowish mush in the can, then looked up at Rita, protesting with a wail.

Rita crouched down and stroked Fu Lin's head. "Haven't you really liked this flavor the past few days? Did you get tired of it already?"

The past few days?

Liked it?

Tired of it already?

Seeing Rita's sincere expression, Fu Lin quieted down, feeling like a thousand galloping horses were stampeding through his mind.

"I've been defiled!"

"Urgh!"

Maybe it was psychological, but Fu Lin could now taste the lingering flavor of cat food in his mouth.

He instinctively opened his mouth and dry-heaved.

Bianca, who had calmed down by this time, walked up behind Rita. Seeing Fu Lin dry-heaving, she smiled faintly. Under Rita's puzzled gaze, she scooped Fu Lin into her arms and hurried toward her room.

Rita clasped her hands in front of her and reminded her, "Lady Bianca, your dinner."

Bianca turned her head and replied, "Rita, I need to talk to Fu Lin about something. You go ahead and eat first."