That's one tiny cat. Maomao's hands are small as they are, so the cat would be the size of a mouse at most.
He's competent in several areas except his profession.
It's a bit weird that the Emperor asks Maomao if Lingli may pet it. And she says no. With good reason, but still.
Someone has an affinity for cute animals.
No innuendo in this chapter.
He's particularly fond of one of them.
And he can relate to her explanation.
So he wants to be trampled?
That name won't be of any confusion whatsoever.
That's an interesting drawing.