"Of course not..." Dubian paused, "but no matter what, Mr. Xiaoquan is innocent."
One person and one cat, they exchanged words, and the air around Jiutiao Meijie became increasingly tense.
"Dubian Che, are you being too arrogant?" Her delicate and beautiful face was completely shadowed.
"Arrogant?" The Literary Girl beside the window took a white rose out of the plastic bottle.
She said in a calm voice,
"It seems like you're playing with Dubian Che, but actually, many times, it's he who leads you by the nose, clever Dubian Che."
The girl put the rose to her nose and gently sniffed it.
Despite that being one of the most beautiful roses at the island country's most famous flower market, the Ota Flower Market, it was still unclear whether the flower complemented the face or the face made the flower look better.
"Clever? I don't think so," said the Dubian Cat. "Jiutiao Meijie plays me because I love her; she's led by me because she loves me too."
