Just as Ethan was deep in meditation, a hearty voice burst into the kitchen.
The black cat couldn't bear watching any longer. With agile movements, she leapt onto the countertop and used it as a springboard, launching herself like a missile toward the back of Ethan's head.
She had seen through everything long ago.
Isn't it just a small spoonful of love? She completely couldn't understand why these two clueless humans were dawdling around, talking about love?
The black cat collided with the back of Ethan's head, causing him to instinctively lean forward. Her paws rested on Ethan's head like a driver, adjusting the angle to ensure that when Ethan leaned forward, their lips would precisely meet.
Lindong was startled by this sudden attack and opened her mouth slightly, giving the black cat the perfect opportunity.
"Mm—!"
Faced with the lips touching, Lindong could only let out a muffled exclamation.
