Xue Tuan started to contradict him at every turn.
Teach her to read, and she turns around and tears up the book.
Let her learn characters, and she goes on a hunger strike in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of tricks up her sleeve, never-ending.
Ji Xin, petrified with fear, also had to worry every day that Xue Tuan would be put to death by Cui Yun. Perversely, the more mischievous the cat became, the deeper the smile at Cui Yun's mouth.
Ji Xin didn't understand.
Yet she found this mischievous cat endearing, as if flowers had bloomed in her heart.
Xue Tuan's claws weren't sharp enough; tearing books wasn't an easy task for her. With her short little legs pressing down on the book, her front paws clamped down on a few pages and pulled for dear life.
Putting too much force at once, she succeeded in tearing them, but also uncontrollably tumbled several times on the floor.
The Marquis was watching that moment. He leaned against the window, his expression calm.
