Shen Yuan seized the scruff of little San Geng's neck—his fated nape—and carefully brought the kitten before his face.
"Aren't you happy? Aren't you excited?" Shen Yuan said to little San Geng, his face all smiles. "You'll get to see your mommy soon, the one you haven't seen in so long!"
As he spoke, he thought about leaning in to bury his face in the kitten's soft belly.
Just as Shen Yuan was about to get his way, a little paw suddenly shot out and pressed against his face.
San Geng rejected his affection.
After being rejected, Shen Yuan didn't get angry. In fact, he found the little kitten all the more interesting.
He grabbed the kitten's paw and shamelessly pressed his face right into the cat's head, grinning. "Heh heh, little kitty, go on and struggle. The more you struggle, the more fun this is for me!"
Hearing Shen Yuan's words, San Geng seemed displeased and let out a meow of protest.
