Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

But it was because of this that Mo Ziqi felt even more distressed.

The body of a cat, the mind of a human, this is a pain that ordinary people cannot understand, especially she does not know it herself, which is abnormal.

"Meow." Of course, Master Meow is definitely a serious meow!

Fat Cat snorted righteously, seeing Mo Ziqi's unconvincing expression, twisted his body and was about to get up and argue with him clearly, because the movement was too fast, causing the blood in the nose to flow down again Chung.

"Meow." Halo.

Fat Maoer is a serious meow, but also a delicate meow. After bleeding so much, I feel dizzy in my heart.

"Okay, okay, okay, it's a serious meow, it's a serious meow." Covering the fat cat's nose with a towel, Mo Ziqi followed her helplessly and dotingly, but just saying that, he felt something in his heart. Unspeakable joy.

He never thought that one day he would feel complacent because of his good color and caught the eyes of the fat cat.

"Meow." That's not true.

The fat cat flicked its little tail, looking so arrogant and spoiled.

Mo Ziqi didn't dare to put her down, fearing that she would continue to have a nosebleed, so he hugged her to the bed, lifted the quilt, covering his lower body, and hugged Fat Cat gently in his arms.

After a few minutes, Fat Maoer finally stopped the nosebleed.

Mo Ziqi raised her little head, looked up, and felt that there would be no more bleeding, so he put her down, put her on his chest, and covered her with a quilt, revealing only a little furry head.

Under the group, the fat cat flicked its little tail leisurely. Under the fleshy little paws was the man's delicate and strong skin. It was very comfortable to rub against.

Mo Ziqi looked at her dotingly, he didn't mind her eating his tofu at all, on the contrary he felt happy that his body was so pleasing to her.

The fat cat continued to rub and rub, the hooligan was terrible, and he completely forgot what he wanted to question him before.

It was Mo Ziqi who didn't want any rift between them, so he took the initiative to provoke this topic.

"Meow, don't you have something you want to ask me?"

Have something to ask?

ask what?

Why is the skin so good?Why is this collarbone so beautiful?Why is the body under him so powerful?

The rogue cat raised its head in a daze, and looked at the beautiful man under him in a daze... in a daze...

Her hairy ears followed her ignorant expression, fluttering foolishly.

"Meow?" What is Master Meow going to ask?

The fat cat was not ashamed to ask.

"You." Mo Ziqi smiled, couldn't help but kissed her little head lovingly, and then said: "I didn't use Miaomiao as a substitute, I know, you are Miaomiao, just Miaomiao."

Mo Ziqi spoke very seriously.

When Fat Cat heard this, he remembered his business.

She retracted her little paws that were still carelessly rubbing against other people's bodies outside, and retracted her little tail to her side. She squatted up and looked at Mo Ziqi with serious eyes.

Because of her action, the quilt covering the two of them also arched up. The room was not cold, but when Fat Cat lowered his head, he still felt reluctant to see his white chest exposed, subconsciously He bent down and let the quilt hang down.

The bodies of a cat and a person fit together naturally.