Chapter 172: Trim My Nails

Cecilia was completely drenched by Andrew.

His cat ears drooped down and disappeared, turning him into a strange, round-headed animal.

"Hehe! This Little Thing is really interesting."

Andrew faced Cecilia with a mischievous grin. The other party, relying on the backing of the she-devil behind Andrew, didn’t dare to act presumptuously at all and let Andrew do whatever he wanted with him.

And Andrew became more and more engaged in playing. At this moment, he finally understood why Scarlett liked to hold him and play with him.

This feeling of kneading a Little Thing was truly especially interesting.

Andrew lifted the dripping-wet Cecilia, a mischievous smile on his face.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he thought of something that wasn’t quite right.

Am I just a silly Little Thing in Scarlett’s eyes, just like this stupid cat?

Thinking of this, Andrew felt a bit ashamed of himself.

After all, he was a man! How could he be treated like a clueless little kid by his girlfriend?

A man must have the demeanor of a man.

With this thought, Andrew immediately adopted a serious expression and looked at Cecilia.

"I ask you, are you afraid of me?"

"..."

Cecilia had a speechless expression, not even making a sound.

"Hey! What is that expression? Are you looking down on me?"

"Meow." (An affirmative sound)

"Damn it! You stupid cat actually dares to despise me! Be careful, or I’ll beat you!"

"Meow!!!" (A defiant yell)

Cecilia immediately let out a defiant shout, about to square off against Andrew.

"Scarlett is next door."

"..."

Instantly, Cecilia lost all his temper again.

However, Andrew was very dissatisfied with the result.

"This stupid cat is still afraid of Scarlett, not me. Am I really that lacking in authority?"

After Andrew used a towel to dry Cecilia, he carried him over to the mirror.

Before blowing Cecilia’s fur dry, Andrew took a moment to admire himself in the mirror.

"I really don’t look too serious; after all, I’m a bit handsome."

"Meow." (Disdain)

"You stupid cat, are you barking? You won’t get dinner tonight!"

"Meow!!!"

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Meanwhile, in the study next door, Scarlett was writing a report while listening to the noise outside through the wall.

"What are that Little Fellow and that dumb cat doing? It feels like they’re about to fight."

Scarlett sighed slightly and sped up the typing of her hands.

"I’ll finish this report quickly and go take a look."

Inside the bathroom at this moment, after Andrew used Scarlett’s name again to subdue Cecilia, he brought over a hairdryer to dry the cat’s fur.

When living in the countryside, Cecilia basically never took baths with water. At most, he would get soaked when it rained. Therefore, he was very dirty, and his fur was quite coarse.

But after being thoroughly washed with body wash by Andrew, his fur had already become much softer.

After drying, his body shape even seemed to increase by a size, looking a bit fluffy and spiky.

"Now you look like a city cat. Before, you were like some gangster."

"..."

Cecilia remained silent, only sighing repeatedly.

After observing for a while, Andrew noticed that Cecilia’s claws were also a bit long, so he brought out a pair of scissors.

This scared Cecilia into thinking Andrew was going to kill him. He instantly turned into a bristling arch, his tail erect, ready to fight Andrew to the death.

"Meow!!!"

"What are you making noise about? I’m trimming your nails. Behave."

"Meow!!!" (A roar of angry refusal)

Claws are weapons for hunting for felines; how could they be casually trimmed!

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Seeing Cecilia’s expression as he prepared to lash out, Andrew simply put down the scissors.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll have to go find Scarlett to help."

Just as he turned to leave, a sound of yielding came from behind him.

"Meow~~~"

Andrew turned back and saw Cecilia extending his two front paws, his eyes wide open as he looked at Andrew with an innocent expression.

Seeing this scene, even Andrew couldn’t help but be startled.

"Hiss~ Is Scarlett’s pressure that strong? It’s only been a few days, and she’s already trained Cecilia like this?"

Andrew felt somewhat doubtful, but he didn’t think too much about it. He picked up the scissors and began trimming Cecilia’s claws.

When Scarlett came out after finishing her report, she happened to see Andrew trimming the claws on Cecilia’s last paw.

"Huh? You actually know how to trim a cat’s nails?"

Scarlett’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She had originally planned to have Andrew take Cecilia to the pet hospital for vaccinations the next day after washing him, and then have his claws trimmed.

"This is quite simple; it’s about the same as trimming our own nails."

Andrew said calmly, his movements not stopping.

Scarlett sat beside him, reached out, picked up one of Cecilia’s already trimmed paws, and looked at it. She found it exceptionally well-trimmed, it would be difficult for him to scratch anything badly now.

"Little Fellow, you are clearly a male, so how are you so dexterous? Not only can you cook and knit scarves, but you even know how to do this kind of nail trimming. You know more than many girls."

Andrew was silent for a moment, then said, "You can’t say it like that. Once you learn it, you know it; it’s not divided by gender."

"That is true."

After waiting a short while, Andrew finished trimming Cecilia’s last claw and placed him on the ground.

Cecilia, seeing that none of his proudly possessed sharp claws remained, immediately collapsed sadly onto the floor.

Andrew then tidied up the surrounding mess.

At this moment, Scarlett suddenly propped her foot up onto Andrew’s thigh.

Andrew looked at her with a confused expression.

"What’s wrong?"

"Trim my nails for me."

Scarlett said lightly, looking at Andrew.

"You’re willing to trim the cat’s nails, but not willing to help me?"

Andrew froze slightly, then repeatedly shook his head in denial.

"Hehe, of course not. I’ll go get the nail clippers."

How could he refuse something like this?

Andrew immediately brought the nail clippers, then decisively slipped off the small cotton socks on Scarlett’s feet, revealing a pair of pinkish-white feet before him.

Scarlett’s toenails weren’t long, just slightly grown out, clearly indicating that she had decided on the spur of the moment to ask Andrew to trim them for her.

However, Andrew was very happy to do it; it was a good chance to rub Scarlett’s little feet as well.

Andrew’s trimming movements were extremely careful and meticulous. Firstly, he was afraid of hurting Scarlett, and secondly, it allowed him to hold them for a longer time.

After all, Scarlett’s little feet were fragrant and soft, feeling very comfortable to touch.

But Scarlett found Andrew’s repeated touching of her soles both itchy and uncomfortable.

"Stop dawdling! Weren’t you quite fast when trimming Cecilia’s claws?"

"Mmm... Isn’t that because I’m afraid of hurting Teacher?" Andrew replied with a grin.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at him after hearing this. How could she not know what this Little Thing of hers was thinking?

"Trim my nails properly, and I’ll give you a reward. Just stop fiddling with my feet."