"Drip drop..."
"Gurgle gurgle..."
Sunday evening, South District, in Yan Huan's public rental housing.
The warm light of the lamp was bright, and beyond the steaming mist, Miao sat outside the bathroom door, letting out a big yawn.
"Miao, could you grab the towel for me? I washed it earlier but forgot to bring it back..."
"Meow?"
The next second, Yan Huan's voice came from inside the bathroom, making the yawning Miao blink.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, it turned its head and scurried away, tail held high.
But strangely, quite some time passed, and it wasn't seen running back.
However, in the next moment, right outside the shower area in the bathroom, there it was, suddenly standing on a little stool in the dry area, holding the towel in its mouth like a ghost.
"Meow~"
Hearing the cat's meow from outside, the sound of the water faucet being turned off echoed from the shower stall.
