Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Fu Sichen’s cat was image-conscious.

He not only wanted to wear clothes during the day, but it was also the same at bedtime. He wanted to hide his testicles in his thick fur, so how could he tolerate being watched while bathing?

Furthermore, millions of viewers watched the broadcast.

Fu Sichen ruthlessly rejected the cameraman. He was left to stand outside the door by himself, pitifully listening to the occasional sound of running water.

Pei Zhen was cooperative, so it didn’t take more than a few minutes to bathe him. As Fu Sichen walked out carrying the wet cat, his eyes met those of the cameraman.

“Why are you still here?” Fu Sichen was a bit speechless and carefully held the Persian cat. “If you don’t leave, my cat’s going to attack.”

He wasn’t lying.

The cameraman initially did not believe him.

Fu Sichen’s rolled up his sleeves because he was bathing the cat, and it revealed the scratch marks on his arms.

The cameraman finally went away, reflecting on the rumors that were circulating about the Persian cat.

Although Fu Sichen’s cat was good-looking, it was also ferocious. It was behaving itself for the moment, and people tended to forget its nature.

Since both the cat and his master were unwilling to cooperate—no matter the sense of duty that the cameraman felt—he couldn’t reasonably stay.

But even though he didn’t stay, he left his camera behind.

“If you don’t want me to capture any private moments, how about footage of just before bedtime? This is not my wish, but the wish of millions of netizens out there!”

Fu Sichen said nothing.

The cameraman was relentlessly battling death itself, determined to get footage of Fu Sichen and his beloved cat for the fans to see.

Ever since the time the cat got drunk and spent the night on Fu Sichen’s bed, Fu Sichen had insisted that the cat slept with him.

The cat initially found it shameful, but he grew accustomed to it.

The cat’s place was at the side of the bed, with a pillow and small blanket. Although Pei Zhen looked bothered by it, he didn’t kick up a fuss and accepted the arrangement.

Compared to the din created by the other teams, Fu Sichen’s team was much more harmonious. After his bath, he too fell asleep.

The lights in the bedroom went out signaling an end to the day’s filming.

After a day of filming, Pei Zhen was tired. The movement created as Fu Sichen got into bed was just enough to cause him to open his eyes momentarily, but in the next second, he was fast asleep again.

Fu Sichen heard the Persian cat’s soft, subtle breathing beside him.

Was it the overbearing silence of the night? Or was it because he was too focused on the cat? Pei Zhen’s breathing was so light, yet every breath sent reverberations through his heart.

The camera was turned off, so there was no fear of someone recording his expression and emotions.

He was dead tired, yet his mind was alive. Fu Sichen’s eyes stayed shut, but he was far from being asleep. He turned in his bed, disturbing the cat. The cat gave a light meow to express his annoyance.

Fu Sichen didn’t dare move again.

He didn’t draw the curtains completely before going to bed, so the pale light of the moon seeped through the opening. In the dim light, Fu Sichen could make out the silhouette of the cat.

He was not a very big cat, but he was pure white. His looks were pleasing, and he would probably be considered a real beauty in the world of cats.

Fu Sichen was aware that he wasn’t a big pet lover. He felt that all of the pets belonging to the other participants of the variety show were quite ugly.

Fortunately, Fu Sichen was a man with superbly high EQ. He knew if he verbalized his thoughts, he’d be scratched to death by the other participants’ pets.

Whatever it was, looking at the Persian cat, Fu Sichen felt that his current emotions were too complex.

He liked the cat too much!