"Meow~ Meow~"
Dopey was still young, and its footing was unstable. Song Yaoyao gently lifted it with the tip of her foot, and it immediately fell sprawled on the carpet.
It thought that Song Yaoyao was playing with it, so it spread its belly and eagerly begged to be touched.
"Meow~"
Song Yaoyao's hand itched.
At this moment, a large hand appeared in her line of sight. It picked up the back of the little kitten's neck and lifted it into the air.
"Meow..."
Dopey's body immediately tensed up. She was obedient.
"The child is still young. You can teach it slowly if it does something wrong."
Song Yaoyao was originally feeling a little heartache, but when she heard this sentence, she almost choked on her saliva.
She widened her almond-shaped eyes. Her jet-black pupils were moist and clear as if she had been frightened.
The man's voice was gentle and contained a faint trace of amusement, but he had a serious attitude.
