Chapter 157: About Desire

Chapter 157: On Desire

The Rule said: "The definition of love is broad. Great love embraces the world; small love focuses on one person. Perhaps it is precisely because of you that he loves the others in Moon Bay."

Ling Qingjue still felt unbalanced. "Why should I share the same status as everyone else?"

He turned away, muttering unhappily, "If it were me, there would only be him in my heart."

A little cat's world is very small, so small that it can only hold one person.

Lake thought to himself, *Do you think everyone's as small-minded as you?*

Meng Shu is broad-minded, while you, Demon King Cathead, hold grudges and are as petty as they come.

He wants to save the world; you want to destroy it.

Your moral outlooks are worlds apart.

The Rule said: "Regardless, his love does contain you. It's just that his feelings for that world run too deep, which makes your share smaller."

Ling Qingjue was not consoled at all; instead, he grew even more jealous. "Shouldn't his eyes be only on me? Since he likes me, why does he have to like that world too?"

"You are also part of that world!" The Rule had seen unreasonable people before, but this was the first time seeing someone so unreasonable. It earnestly advised, "Perhaps it's love for you that extends to the world."

"I don't want that 'extending' love." Ling Qingjue was stubborn. "His love should only be for me—this one cat."

Lake grumbled inwardly, *Not only a berry cat, but a selfish one too.*

With such a vile personality, only Meng Shu could tolerate him.

No wonder Ling Qingjue was ranked first on the difficulty list for courtship—he brought it on himself. He deserves to stay single forever.

Ling Qingjue hesitated, then pretended to be boastful. "I'll just take a peek at his desire. I totally don't want to save him. I haven't forgiven him. I'm only looking..."

Meng Shu, sitting by the bed, still showed no reaction, staring blankly.

He didn't understand what these people were saying, and he had no emotions of his own.

If Ling Qingjue truly refused to save him, his fate would be to disappear without a trace.

Ling Qingjue's gaze swept over him as if by chance, his fingers unconsciously balled up. Finally, he steeled himself and looked away.

The seventh soul, "Stinky Lung," corresponded to the emotion of desire.

This time, it landed in Moon Bay again.

Ling Qingjue looked around; this was his own house.

He was a little relieved—it seemed Meng Shu's desire was indeed related to him.

Since the desire had something to do with him, he would grudgingly forgive Meng Shu!

Meng Shu soon appeared in his line of sight, his expression troubled, brows furrowed. He walked silently into the house.

Ling Qingjue cleared his throat, and regardless of whether Meng Shu could see him, he muttered to himself, "Although you initially had ill intentions toward me, considering your later performance wasn't bad, I'll give you one more chance."

"Just this once. After this, I'll never forgive you again."

He followed behind Meng Shu, muttering, "You're so annoying. How could you lump me in with 'evil'? Aren't those villains more detestable than me? You have no malice toward them, so why did you have malice toward me?"

"What is your desire? Don't tell me your desire is to trick me into bed?"

Meng Shu paid him no attention at all, but Ling Qingjue kept talking to himself.

"I'm not that kind of casual cat. If you want to go further with me, you have to go through an adoption procedure first, and then propose to me. Otherwise, I won't agree."

Ling Qingjue was a bit proud. "We cats on Cat Island only recognize one master in a lifetime. You're honored that I'm willing to be adopted by you."

Unfortunately, Meng Shu couldn't hear him. He strode into the kitchen and happened to see the memory-Ling Qingjue trying to blow up the kitchen.

He immediately rushed over and stopped the Ling Qingjue in the memory.

The real Ling Qingjue watched from the side, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? I can cook?"

He walked forward slightly puzzled, looked at the unrecognizable substance in the pot, and frowned in disgust. "Did I make this? There's no way, right?"

But it seemed he was only capable of this level.

On the other side, Meng Shu was holding the hand of the Ling Qingjue from the memory, blowing on it repeatedly. "Are you hurt?"

Ling Qingjue was so jealous he didn't even spare himself. Knowing it was just a memory, he still couldn't help feeling bitter. "How could he get hurt from that? He's faking it for attention."

He even found fault with himself. "Stop pretending. You have such high defense stats; could a drop of hot oil really hurt you? What a phony."

But Meng Shu couldn't hear his ranting; he still held the phony's hand, worried sick.

After dinner, the two of them curled up on the sofa watching TV.

And before they knew it, they were kissing.

Ling Qingjue watched from the side, dumbfounded. "No kissing! No kissing! What relationship do you two have? Who said you could kiss before hitting 100 affection points?!"

He even wanted to slap himself. "Have you no shame? You're a noble cat! Throwing yourself at him so cheaply will make him dump you later!"

The two of them grew more excessive. If not for the Rule forbidding it, they would have gone all the way right there on the sofa.

Ling Qingjue absolutely refused to believe this was something he would do. His face nearly twisted into a grimace. "Fake! This must be fake! How could I ever do something like this? A human like you—I would never willingly kiss you!"

He paced around the two of them, furious. "Stop kissing! Ling Qingjue! You're crazy! He hasn't even proposed to you! Where's your sense of decency?!"

Ling Qingjue is a cat who craves ceremony.

He believes he's the world's most noble Cat King, and all humans should kneel and shout, "Long live the Cat King!"

Of course, he also believes he'd never willingly kiss a human.

But the Ling Qingjue in this memory clearly violated his understanding.

"No wonder he doesn't want you. You're so easy to win over—a cat like you will never be valued!" Ling Qingjue couldn't stop the two in the memory from being intimate, so he could only sigh like a bitter wife.

"You have no pride as a cat. You actually act nice to a human! Our Cat Clan is the noblest; humans are only meant to serve us. Yet you can't resist the temptation of humans?"

Ling Qingjue shook his head in disdain, turned his back in anger, and refused to look anymore. "This must be fake. How could I ever do this?"

Anyway, he didn't remember it. As long as he didn't admit it, it wasn't real.

After who knows how long, Meng Shu said, "Cat, see you tomorrow."

Those few words made Ling Qingjue break out in a cold sweat, as if he'd fallen into an ice cave. He instinctively turned his head and stared blankly at Meng Shu.

The version of him in his memory also stood frozen in place, the glass bead on his wrist still trembling slightly, like a cold, frozen tear.

With those words, Ling Qingjue was transported back to the real world.

He saw Meng Shu moments before his death.

He lay weakly in bed, tears soaking his pillow.

Meng Shu's voice was faint, as if talking to himself while hiding under the covers, repeated over and over: "Fuck... I really wanted to teach you how to cook. When I'm gone, what will you do?"

"Kitty... kitty..."

He sobbed once, "I wanted to be with you until the end."

You are my every desire and craving.