Arianne couldn’t eat anymore, so she picked up the plate of salmon and went upstairs.
Rice Ball seemed to be very fond of salmon. After cleaning the plate in just a flash, the white ball of fluff started rubbing itself against her leg.
Kneeling down to stroke Rice Ball’s soft fur, Arianne felt her mood significantly lift. “Little Rice Ball, you were a stray cat before, but why are you this chubby?”
A cold snort came from outside the studio. Arianne snapped her head around and caught a glimpse of Mark’s figure passing by followed by the sound of his study room’s door being shut.
She didn’t take him seriously and even secretly rolled her eyes. Sometimes, even animals were more humane than humans. At least watching Rice Ball made her happy.
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