It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,"Master, your cat..." She opened her mouth to compliment Yang Fan's cat for being pretty, but Wu Zhenghao, who was following behind, interrupted her and gave her a wink.,Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.。