Apologies

Matcha looked at Zhao Yao who had no reaction to his performance at all. After 10 minutes, he pulled open the zipper on his belly and crawled out from the toy skin.

It turned out that he had not shaved his fur. He had just crawled into a headless stuffed animal, from far it looked like he had no fur.

"Do I really have to shave and then Zhao Yao will be happy?" Matcha thought to himself. "Oh my, how can I be so unlucky."

After Zhao Yao saw that Matcha left, he sighed, "If this guy still hasn't grown up then I can only take him back and rear him like a prince. Haizz, this silly cat."

After an hour, when Zhao Yao looked across the street again, he almost wanted to hit his face.

Matcha had tied a few branches on himself and lain on the floor. He stared at the cat café and thought, "This is called bondage contrition. I am being so sincere… How can Zhao Yao not accept me?"