Fang saw Ying reaching down to scratch the jaws of his Harimaw Bayang. He heard her gushing, "Who's the good boy? Who? Who?"

It was one of the most times when he wanted to be like his shadow animal. He was curious what her fingertips would feel like on his jaw, and how it would feel nice when it would one day pat him.

"You want some snacks? Oh, if only you could eat the Spikehead's donut lobak merah, right?" she gushed again, this time squeaking when the big feline reached its hind legs on her lap and started licking her left cheek.

Fang pouted from a distance and wept silently. How could an intangible being be cuter than the owner? He looked back again and saw that the shadow cat had been sitting on her lap while the Chinese woman continued to stroke its intangible fur.

Well, he'd had enough.

He waltz his way quietly towards the couch that they have been sitting and said, "That's a feline, not a dog. When do you even get that logic? In addition, there's no point on touching that intangible cat. Why not touch me, hmn, Shrimp?" Fang wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he rested his head on the headboard of the couch.

Ying's curve smile transformed into a complete disgust. "Ew, man. Can you even look at yourself?"

He waved his hands confidently, "No need, Shrimp. I already know how beautiful of a creature I am." He crossed his leg and gave himself a boastful chuckle.

A silent grumble from the feline made him look up and got annoyed, "You ungrateful thing. Do you want to disappear?"

His shadow cat turned its attention back to Ying and asked for another pat which made Fang annoyed. Ying commented, "Haiyah. I know how you feel being stuck by a --"

"Excuse me? At least I am flamboyant enough."

Ying chided him, "Shhh! He is sleeping."

"Wha-!" Fang glared at the big cat and saw him giving him a victorious and challenging look. It's head was resting on Ying's chest, paws on her stomach. He grumbled and Ying saw him crossing his arms in pure annoyance. Fang and his shadow cat sure are really close and she can't help but smile.

He was sitting near her and she snickered. Probably the Spikehead wants some attention too? Because the big feline was limiting her balance, she tried to pull his arms next to her and captured his head next on her shoulders.

It was sudden and Fang could feel that it was a dream when the woman started patting his head with a quiet hum. With his now crossed arms, his surprised crimson eyes stared at her cheerful blue eyes. Ying reasoned, "It's obvious that both of you want a pat so why not? Hehe."

Fang couldn't help but blush and extended his arms around her back and around his feline. It gave him a warm and happy feeling.

Ah shit. I guess I'll have to use this cat to hug her again and again.

He saw the big feline winking at him as he lazily and cautiously rested his head on her shoulder again. Ying never mind the action because she was engrossed on reading a book.

Fang stirred from his sleep and squeezed the warm pillow he was hugging. It felt unusual because it let out a sound which sounded like Ying's. He buried his face on the warmest area and let out a contented sigh. He felt weird because his pillow didn't smell like Ying's and now it do.

He lazily opened his eyes and saw a damp neck with some black locks sticking on it. He looked to a slowly breathing chest and heard a soft snore. He looked around and they have fallen asleep on the couch.

His mind can't process the situation he was in. Was he dreaming? Was he on a limbo? Is he dead?

I S T H I S H E A V E N ?

He decided to pinch Ying's pointed nose slightly if he was hallucinating, but he was not! It took him a moment to remember what happened a while ago and was surprised that his shadow cat which he was hugging was not there anymore. He blushed when he realized that his left sinful hand had intertwined on her back!

"Oh shoot!" In a blink of an eye, he distanced himself away from her unconscious body leaving her sleeping while sitting on the couch.

He was shaking from the thought of sleeping next to her! Oh shoot! Oh shoot! He started blaming his shadow cat and made a mental note to scold it later.

A sound from the couch snapped him back to reality and Ying was mumbling on her sleep. "No, no, no..... Where is Mr. Popo....."

Fang tilted his confused head at her mumbling features. She scratched her head, making her loose pigtails free from the two yellow ties locking them. She looked like she was looking at something next to her and her once peaceful expression became annoyed. She mumbled, "Heeyaaaah..." And she sounded like she was starting to cry.

Fang went near her quietly and sat beside her.

And no, he won't take advantage at this opportunity, even if he wanted to. Instead, he scooped her up and started his way to put her to bed.

Throughout his quick journey, he felt Ying wrapping her arms around his neck. She let out a contended sigh and smiled. "Where... Have you been..." She said, making Fang frozen on his place. Ying added, "I miss you... Mr. Popo..."

This made the man chuckled and couldn't help but kiss her forehead, "I am always by your side, Ying. I love you."

Ying opened her sleepy eyes, "You look... Just like him..."

Fang gave her a bittersweet smile, "Go back to sleep now," Her eyes were now completely asleep and he heard her snoring back to dreamland.

Placing her back to bed, he couldn't help but to notice every little detail on her face, and how her hair down complemented her beauty. Before he left her, he kissed her forehead for the last time.

Ying snickered on her sleep, "Hehe. I love you too, you silly penguin. Hehe."

Fang smiled and left her brightly designed room. Once outside, he couldn't stop himself from catching his breaths for a moment.

He muttered darkly, "Tch. I wanted to hate a foken penguin right now." His cheeks puffed in annoyance, remembering Ying once having a penguin stuffed animal. Crossing his arms, he clicked his tongue in annoyance but then blushed at remembering what she looked like. He wanted to fly, "Oh, you adorable, Ying! My little donut! My cute shrimp! Oh, I'm having goosebumps! Gyaah!"

Harimaw Bayang walked in front of him and gave him a knowing look before he darted away to escape the now annoyed and embarrassed Spikehead. "Hey! Get back here!"

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Okay, okay. I know this chapter is weird and you are too. We are all weird so break it down yo! I really need to add more FaYi stories because they need sam laaaab! Aaaah! My babies!

This was made on September 8 but it took me more than a month to edit and publish this one because I think it's cringy. Now I am regretting it, gyaaah!