The Beginning of the Transformation: the Empress Is Lying on My Bed

When I woke up, there was a naked empress lying under the quilt. I was so frightened that I froze on the spot, but she turned red and furious, claiming to be the Empress of Eternal Haoyue. She refused to admit that she was the fat orange cat I had raised for a month. He obviously still retains the habits of a cat, loving to nuzzle people and bask in the sun, but he still acts like an emperor and refuses to bow his head. I am a debt-ridden social beast, and when I wake up, I have an amnesiac empress, and my life is so outrageous that it explodes.