Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656 Like Doesn’t Mean I Have to Keep

The boy, squatting on the ground with his back to Kisa, was Blake. In front of him were several metal cages with cute kittens in them. Blake stared at the kittens and was completely in love.

Kisa walked over, kneeled down beside Blake, and glanced at the side of his face. “You like cats?”

Blake nodded.

He was the same as her in his regard. Kisa also liked cats.

When she was younger, she always hugged her cat to sleep. But since the cat she raised died, she did not dare to keep such a pet again, as she was too heartbroken to see them die.

She stroked Blake’s head and smiled at him. “Want to keep one? How about I buy you one?” However, Blake shook his head and stood up. Kisa looked at him in puzzlement. “What is wrong? Don’t you like it?”

“Liking them doesn’t mean I have to keep them.” Blake talked like an adult. “I don’t think I can keep them. I’m happy just looking at them.” He took one last look at the kittens in the cage.

there before she went to help Mia. At this time, the woman, who must have used quite a lot of strength, suddenly yanked away the poor chicken in Mia’s hand, leaving behind a handful of feathers in Mia’s hands. The chicken was flying and shrieking like mad, probably from the pain.

As the bird flew in Kisa’s direction, everyone, including Kisa, scrambled to dodge. In the chaos, she was pushed forward and looked as if she was going to have a head–on collision with the chicken. She was about to fall, but there was no time to think; she immediately covered her face with her hands.

Right then, a hand wrapped around her waist and drew her into a stiff embrace. Kisa lowered her hands and saw a man wearing a mask and hat hugging her with one hand and holding a chicken securely in the other. She could make from the eyes and forehead of the man that he was Jensen. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood back up.

Mia ran over and glanced at the chicken in Jensen’s hand and grunted at the woman, “This chicken is mine, and no one is going to take it away from me.‘