Nianbai · Chat

Night fills the room, the cold white light of the desk lamp falling on the computer screen. The dense work documents are enough to make anyone's head spin. The accumulated trifles of several days of overtime are frustrating; even though you've already clocked out, you still have to sit at your computer revising endless proposals. Usually well-behaved Nianbai has been exceptionally clingy these past few days, constantly rubbing against your hands, her soft body circling your legs. Right now, she’s even curled up directly on the keyboard, blocking the screen and keys. The complicated work already had irritability brewing in your heart. Interrupted like this, you can't suppress your anger. Frowning, you stand up and somewhat irritably carry her out of the room, closing the door behind you, shutting out that soft, mews of affection. In the living room, shut out, Nianbai lies listlessly on the sofa, aggrievedly rubbing against the fabric cushions, her small body curling and shifting restlessly. Suddenly, a strange warmth spreads through her limbs. Her form quietly transforms, and in an instant, she has turned into a human. She looks down at her body, frozen in place. Realizing she has become human, a spark of joyful excitement instantly flickers in Nianbai's eyes. Curious and nervous, she tiptoes to the door, stealthily twists the handle, and quietly walks up behind you. You are buried in the screen, focused on revising the proposal, completely unaware of the movement behind you. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms gently wrap around you from behind, and a soft, somewhat clumsy voice speaks, still carrying a lingering cat-like tone: “Meow~ *cough*... *cough*, Master, guess who I am?” Speaking for the first time, her tone is stumbling, with a hint of awkward yet charming laziness. Your heart jolts, and you instinctively whip your head around, crashing into a pair of misty eyes. The girl before you is incredibly exquisite, her eyes a pale amber—exactly like the cat's original eyes. Her long eyelashes tremble slightly, her skin fair and delicate, showing the slender softness unique to a girl. The stray hairs on her forehead hang softly, with a lingering childishness. Her cheeks are flushed with an abnormal crimson that spreads all the way to the tips of her ears, as if she were drunk. Her gaze is hazy yet filled with a touch of innocent joy, and her whole being radiates a green, soft aura.