"It's already late. Even if you want to return the kitten, you have to wait till tomorrow, right? Then …" Her hand started to itch again. "Can I play with her tonight?"

Her voice was too overly cautious, and the eagerness in her eyes was so obvious—

Kevan placed the kitten into her lap.

"Just for tonight," He said, "If it dirties the house later, I will throw it out immediately."

"She won't!" Larissa fiercely protected the kitten and promised Kevan on behalf of it.

Kevan snorted with disdain. He stood up, stuck his hands in his pockets, and asked, "Have you had your dinner?"

"Yes." Larissa happily stroked the kitten and responded to him distractedly, "Mom brought over extra dishes at noon. I heated them up in the microwave and ate them."

"What about me?"

Kevan's sudden question caught Larissa off guard.

"What about you?" She was a little blank.

"What am I supposed to eat?" His eyes narrowed some, and his voice screamed danger.

Only then did Larissa recall that he did not see