I thought that this life's war with the fat raccoon downstairs would end with me being unilaterally scratched into fishnet stockings.
Until it returned from cultivating immortality, stepped on my window sill and transformed into a cold-faced beautiful girl.
She pinched my chin, her cat pupils formed a line: "Three years ago you kicked away my dried fish, two years and eight months ago you splashed water to drive me away, one year ago..."
I was shaking like chaff, thinking that my death was imminent.
But she suddenly came closer, sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose, and wrapped her tail unconsciously around my wrist.
"Why do you smell the same 'death curse' as me?"
Intention: The civet cat who cultivates immortality falls in love with me