At that moment, Wang Zijin stood outside the door, surprised to hear a "Meow~" sound coming from inside the room. She didn't recall her husband keeping a cat in her apartment.
However, Wang Zijin didn't dwell on it. In single-person apartments like those in Green City Community, many working people kept cats to combat loneliness. She assumed it was a neighbor's cat responding to the sound of footsteps, mistaking them for its owner's return.
She continued knocking, calling out, "Honey, open the door!"
Inside Room 1507, a striking red cheongsam lay on the floor. Its owner, An Ning, now adorned with cat ears and a swaying tail, reclined languidly on the bed.
The earlier "meow" had indeed come from this cat-eared An Ning herself.
Despite both having drunk tea the night before, how did things end up like this?
The story traces back to the previous night, after Su Qi and An Ning had both succumbed to the effects.
After a brief intimate moment, Su Qi overcame the poisoned state thanks to the "Auspicious Dragon Pendant." This had been Su Qi's plan from the start.
Regaining her strength, Su Qi faced her weakened wife An Ning and began her journey of "restoring husband's authority." By now, An Ning sported two and a half adorable bunny head icons on her body.
This time, Su Qi mischievously placed two bunny head icons on An Ning's divine gifts.
Looking at those appetizing cute icons, then at An Ning gasping and trembling on the bed like a fish on a cutting board, Su Qi slowly ran her wicked hands along An Ning's slender, smooth waist. After some thought, she said:
"Wifey An Ning, meow for me!"
Having endured a night of torment, An Ning had no strength left to resist.
Faced with her wife's excessive demand, although An Ning had already meowed many times, this challenged her dignity. How could she be the kind of cat girl who meowed so casually?
Seeing her An Ning still resisting, Su Qi's lips curled into a smile.
After all, she loved the scenario of making the proud "cat-eared An Ning" submit. Looking at her haughty wife, Su Qi pondered, slowly moving her hand down from the smooth, delicate waist...
Soon after, the "meow" that Wang Zijin heard while knocking came forth.
Incidentally, with that meow, Su Qi finally achieved her small goal of making An Ning meow 100 times in one night.
Just as Su Qi felt a sense of accomplishment watching her trembling wife meow, she heard knocking at the door, accompanied by her wife Zijin's familiar voice.
Hearing this, Su Qi instinctively moved to open the door.
Only upon rising did she realize neither she nor An Ning was in a state to answer the door.
She was completely unclothed - fine if it was just Zijin, but if neighbors saw, the mere thought was too embarrassing.
After some consideration, Su Qi called out, "Wifey Zijin, I'll put on some clothes and open the door!"
As she spoke, Su Qi reached for the suit she recalled An Ning removing at some point last night. To her surprise, she found An Ning had already donned it.
In fact, when Su Qi heard Zijin's voice, An Ning also recognized her close friend's voice in the room.
Imagining her friend seeing her in such a disheveled state, An Ning felt too ashamed to face anyone.
In certain situations, people can unleash tremendous potential. This was such a moment for An Ning.
Though weakened from the night's activities, hearing her friend outside, An Ning somehow mustered the strength to arch her sore back and quickly put on her wife's small suit.
Why didn't An Ning choose her own cheongsam?
Firstly, the cheongsam was time-consuming to put on, impossible in such a short time.
More importantly, that red cheongsam had fallen victim to her wife's mischievous hands this morning, now completely ruined.
This wasn't due to poor quality unable to withstand even Su Qi's meager Strength of 3.
In fact, a significant factor was the nature of silk fabric.
Silk products share similarities with stockings.
They have two common points: firstly, both are comfortable to wear, providing a smooth, cool sensation.
Secondly, both are quite delicate, requiring special care when wearing.
Like stockings, if a silk cheongsam develops a run in one spot, it can unravel just like stockings.
Many people have a strange urge to tear stockings by hand, and even Su Qi wasn't immune to this impulse.
This morning, after tormenting An Ning all night, Su Qi, perhaps due to frequent advances on that irresistible waist area of the cheongsam, found a small loose thread.
Su Qi gently pulled on the thread, resulting in a ripping sound.
Seeing An Ning's panicked expression upon hearing this, how could Su Qi let her off?
Thus, in just one morning, the small cheongsam met its demise.
Su Qi successfully experienced the thrill of tearing a cheongsam by hand.
Incidentally, this was far more exciting than tearing stockings.
Hence, with no clothes to change into, An Ning could only don Su Qi's suit.
Now, seeing An Ning in her suit, Su Qi's eyes lit up.
An Ning's current attire wasn't particularly refined; she hadn't even put on a bra or panties.
Her two bountiful divine gifts were tightly squeezed into the small suit.
Su Qi now fully appreciated the difference between herself and An Ning.
She believed that if not for the system girl's durable clothes, the button straining under immense pressure would surely have burst open, as described in some risqué novels.
Given An Ning's taller stature and the fabric redistributed to accommodate her chest, the small shirt appeared quite curvaceous, even revealing her cute navel.
It was undeniably sexy, yet with a touch of cuteness.
Seeing her wife's face break into a smile, revealing two deep dimples and a cute fang peeking out from her cherry-like lips, An Ning recalled the night's events. She felt angry, wanting to go over and spank Su Qi's pert bottom.
Noticing An Ning's pent-up expression, Su Qi approached in high spirits. She crouched down, gently stroking a long cat tail emerging from under the black skirt of her suit, and cheerfully asked, "Wifey An Ning, do you need a little help?"