First, Shen Xin made sure he wasn't hearing things.
He had definitely heard a high-pitched voice clearly say, 'Content.'
Or more accurately, he hadn't "heard" it so much as it had simply appeared in his mind.
There was no one else in the room.
Da Mei was curled up on the sofa, her three little ones nestled in her embrace. Her eyes were half-closed, a look of pure bliss on her face.
Evil Bully lay beside her, grooming her fur.
Without a doubt, a cat wasn't going to open its mouth and speak.
So Shen Xin figured the voice he'd heard was more like Da Mei's inner thoughts—what she was feeling in that moment.
Her kittens in her embrace, her mate by her side, no worries about food, drink, or danger. That's why she felt so content.
"Da Mei."
Shen Xin reached out and poked Da Mei.
She remained languid, merely cracking her eyes open to let out a meow.
"Can you hear me when I talk? Or maybe... understand me?" Shen Xin tried to communicate.
