Chapter 3Fierce Little Feline

He argued with the supervisor for what felt like an eternity. Long enough for me to start dozing off before her voice finally faded away.

I peeked out from the pile of clothes and saw him slumped in his chair, looking like he’d just survived a natural disaster.

Tch. Coward.

It was dark in the wardrobe, filled with stacks of Liam's clothes. They were soft and smelled like him. I couldn't resist burying my face in a wool sweater. Damn, this felt amazing. Even better than that velvet cushion on the balcony of the girls' dorm.

"Hey. Get out." Liam pulled the wardrobe door open. "Are you planning on having your kittens in there?"

I clutched his clothes defensively. "I'm a tomcat, you moron! I can't have kittens!"

"Then get out."

"No~" I burrowed deeper into the corner. "It's dark and soft in here. The perfect cat nest."

Liam looked like he'd just swallowed something foul. He reached in to pull me out, and I immediately flashed my nails. "Touch me again and I'll bite you!"

"Fine. You win." Liam sneered and pulled out his phone. "I'm calling the biology lab right now. I've got a cat that's turned into a spirit."

With a yowl, I shot out of the wardrobe and launched myself at him, clamping my hands over his mouth. "Shut up! Don't you dare!"

The impact sent him staggering back two steps. His back hit the desk with a loud thump, and he winced in pain.

We were tangled up, wrestling, when the dorm room door opened again.

"Hey, Liam, is your cous—"

The air froze solid.

The guy with glasses stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and vacant.

Liam: "..."

Me: "..."

Glasses guy: "...My bad."

The door was slammed shut. Again.

Liam's face was thunderous. He jabbed a finger at my nose, his voice a low growl. "From now on, you are my cousin, visiting from back home for a few days. Got it?"

As the smartest cat on campus, I certainly understood the principle of "know when to fold 'em."

So I smiled sweetly and rubbed my cheek against his chin. "Got it, bro~"