The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live
Chapter 546 He Beimu and Tiger (2)_1

Chapter 546: Chapter 546 He Beimu and Tiger (2)_1

Normal cats know to run faster than anything else when it’s time to take a bath, right?

"I’m only responsible for your safety, not for bathing your cat," Beimu refused to bathe the cat.

"Meow!"

Stripes was not satisfied and, to express his discontent, he clawed He Beimu’s trouser legs, attempting to climb onto him.

Beimu frowned deeply, watching this little creature scratch his way up his sweatpants to his chest...

"Meow!" Stripes clung to Beimu’s chest and "fiercely" yowled at him.

Hmph, allowing him to help it bathe was a grace! Stupid human, hurry up!

Beimu chose to ignore it.

In all the years of his life, he had never interacted with such small creatures, nor did he want to.

The more Beimu pretended not to see, the more Stripes insisted on making a fuss.

Reluctantly, it climbed from his chest to his shoulder and then started calling out by his ear.

It even stretched out its little cat paw to slap Beimu’s face.

Yes, slap, not scratch.

The little guy liked to attack with its pudgy pink pads rather than its sharp claws.

The little pads were small and pink, very cute, not painful when slapped on the face, but just very annoying.

Beimu endured without moving, as this was his job now, and to fulfill the agreement with his master, he could still tolerate this little trouble.

After finishing her picture book, Susu looked up to see Stripes slapping Beimu and, for a moment, seemed to glimpse a scene where a little wolf was playing with her Stripes.

That little wolf had been kept by the big jerk a long time ago, very mean, but it was friends with her Stripes, and they often ran out to play together.

When the little wolf annoyed Stripes, Stripes would also slap its face with a paw, and the little wolf would let Stripes slap without getting angry or fighting back.

It was just a fleeting image, and Susu didn’t pay it any mind.

Susu closed her picture book, stood up, and said to Beimu, "Stripes doesn’t easily let people bathe him, you know."

"I’m not interested," Beimu repeated his earlier statement.

As soon as Beimu said he wasn’t interested, Stripes became even more frantic, rolling and throwing a tantrum.

Beimu turned his head to see the little guy rolling over his shoulder, his lips pressed into a straight line.

"If you dislike me so much, why do you want me to bathe you?"

After finishing his statement, Beimu felt he was being foolish. Why was he talking like this to a cat that couldn’t understand him?

"Meow!"

It disliked him because he smelled of the big jerk!

The big jerk had kicked its owner, so naturally, it had to howl and bite and snarl at him.

But the big jerk’s scent reminded it of a former pal!

"Stop it, I’m not going to bathe you," Beimu said coldly.

Having been refused to this extent, an ordinary person would probably take the hint and give up.

But Stripes wasn’t human, let alone ordinary.

Stripes changed tactics, jumping back to the ground, then biting the hem of Beimu’s trousers, dragging him toward the bathroom.

Stripes’ strength was considerable; it pulled with the force of a grown man.

At first, Beimu didn’t want to pay attention to Stripes’ actions, but then, that tremendous force was something he couldn’t ignore!

His leg was dragged forward, forcing him to follow Stripes toward the bathroom.

Beimu looked at Stripes in disbelief: What’s going on with this human-animal duo?!