694: Stomachache?

Stomachache?

As Zeke's eyelids fluttered open, he was immediately met with a pair of silvery moonlit eyes who were only less than an inch away from him.2

Zeke: !!

His fur immediately stood on its end and he shot up to his feet with a fierce hiss. All traces of sleepiness dissipated in an instant and the entire cat entered a state of great alert. 

What are you doing?! Do you want to scare me to death?! 

It took one full second for him to realize that he was back in a familiar cabin and the person in front of him was none other than the stupid assassin. The last time Zeke had seen him, he had been laying on the ground, groggy with fever. But now… Zeke could not find any sign of sickness on his face, save from his slightly paler complexion. From the time when he awoke in his original body up to when he lay inside the medical cabin in the institute, only a few hours had passed. Was it possible for someone who had a very high fever to recover this fast?

Seeing that he was awake, the assassin eased back and casually averted his gaze as though he was not caught staring at Zeke when he was asleep. Zeke stared at him warily. What was this man doing? 

Deep within, he knew that the assassin would not hurt him. Alas, he was unable to go against the weak animal's instinct of this body. In front of this person whose strength was far superior to him, he could not help but act vigilant. After all, the scent of blood on the man's body had not quite dissipated yet. 

Zeke quickly adjusted to his new body and stretched his front paws in front of his body while arching his back, yawning. "...Miw?" What are you looking at, stupid assassin?

Of course, the assassin would not be able to understand him. The man directly turned to the pantry and heated up another bowl of milk, then placed it on the table. Zeke sniffed the air and his weak belly gave a loud growl, again. However, he had already adjusted his mindset well. Now that he knew this was reality and the assassin would not be able to recognize who he truly was, Zeke did not have qualms to act like a real kitten. He was just this shameless.

He could feel his saliva pooling in his mouth as he cried out again and again, "Miw miw!" I am hungry! I want milk!

The assassin started to walk toward him and stretched out a hand. Zeke's fur exploded when he recalled how he had been grabbed by the scruff of his neck. Even though he had decided to go undercover as a cat, he still disliked being grabbed like that! Hissing, he brandished his claw and made another three distinct red marks on the back of the assassin's hand.

The man paused. "Don't want milk?" he asked in a raspy voice. 

Zeke stared at him. Just by listening, he could tell that the assassin had not quite recovered from his sickness yet. Goodness, he was just too great at hiding it! 

"Miw miw miw!" It's not that I don't want to, but don't you dare grab me by my neck!

"I don't understand what you're talking about," he deadpanned.

For a while, both cat and human stared at each other expressionlessly. This language barrier was so annoying!

Huffing and puffing, Zeke paced back and forth on the bed, then without giving the other person a chance to react, he abruptly gave a leap and clung onto the assassin's sleeves. He put on a reluctant look. "Miw miw!" I will just hold onto you, then. Now bring me to my milk!

The assassin stared at him for one long moment before turning around and walking toward the table. As he stretched his hand out, Zeke let go of his grip and landed on the wooden surface in a graceful jump. With a harrumph, he lifted his chin and strutted to the bowl of milk, his long tail swishing back and forth behind him.

The assassin: "..." Looking at this behavior, everyone would think that it was an expensive ragdoll cat instead of an ugly stray. How bizarre.

Zeke tried his hardest to show a refined and elegant demeanor when drinking. However, as soon as the tip of his tongue tasted the warm milk, he immediately forgot himself and only knew to stretch his neck out so that he could drink faster and faster. Oh God, how could this cheap milk be so delicious?! He really could not resist it! 

As a result, when he finished, his face and whiskers were smeared with white liquid all over.

Zeke: "..." Damn this animal instinct!

From his peripheral vision, he could see that the assassin had been watching him closely. Zeke shot him a glare as he bared his fangs. Why the hell do you keep staring at me?! Haven't seen a hungry cat before?! Alas, when this fierce act was coupled with his small body that was the size of a palm as well as his face that was messy with milk, it became… quite a hilarious sight.

Nonetheless, Zeke thought he was very domineering when he was acting like this.

He had to let the assassin know that he was not so easy to bully!

Too bad, the assassin's face had always been expressionless. Except for the flash of rage Zeke had seen back in the Imperial Palace, his facial expression hardly changed, even when he was weeping so bitterly and pitifully. As such, Zeke could not even begin to guess what this person was thinking about.

One cat and one human were locked in a staring contest, which lasted until Zeke's small body gave a shudder.

Oh. Oh no. If he was a human, his face would be drained of colors by now. He knew this sensation quite well. Fucking hell, he wanted to pee! And soon he would not be able to hold it in anymore! 

How could a dignified Crown Prince, who had been taught etiquette even before he learned to speak, be willing to pee in front of another person, and on top of the table at that?!

"Miw miw miw!!" Zeke paced around in circles anxiously. Seeing that the assassin still did not move, he pointed at his belly with an urgent look. "Miw!" Hurry, hurry, I have to pee now!

The assassin asked lightly, "Stomachache?"

No!! Zeke was so frustrated that he was going to go bald soon. How the hell was he going to communicate like this?!

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