This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

The snow-white fur is a bit dim, wet from the rain, and he has gone somewhere. His pair of blue eyes are very beautiful. When he sees Shen Yue, he seems not afraid of life at all. He meows at her softly, cute no.

Shen Yue couldn't stand this kind of cute attack, her heart softened instantly, she stretched out her hand to touch it cautiously.

Surprisingly, the kitten was not afraid, but raised its head to make it easier to touch.

A little wet and soft.

The little life under the palm is beating.

Shen Yue tilted her head, and said softly to the kitten: "What's your name?"

The tail behind the kitten is dangling, a little expensive, "Meow~"

Shen Yue said, "It's called Meow, right?"

The kitten licked Shen Yue's palm, seemed to like her smell very much, and did not forget to answer her question, "Meow~"

Shen Yue's palm was very itchy to be licked, but she didn't take it back and let it lick.

"My name is Shen Yue, nice to meet you."

The kitten pawed at her fingers with its two front paws, as if shaking hands with her, Shen Yue was amused by her own thoughts.

There is absolutely no hindrance to the communication between one person and one meow. It is not harmonious to say one sentence and answer one sentence.

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The dark sky without any light is like an invisible net, flowing with damp oppression.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the lights in the room were not turned on. At a glance, it was pitch black.

A small creature crawled through the crack of the door. It seemed to sense the suffocating and stagnant atmosphere flowing in the air, so it didn't dare to bark.

In the bedroom, a small lamp was turned on by the bedside, and the warm yellow light illuminated a corner.

Sang Fan was wearing a black nightgown, with his eyelids slightly closed, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he flicked on the lighter, his eyes were bruised.

For a week, he didn't even sleep for 30 hours. His mental tension and confusion of consciousness challenged his nerves, and his unsettled emotions were almost full of hot air.

Even the slightest movement would awaken his sensitive nerves.

The little creature was very poor, and hit the muzzle of the gun as soon as it came back.

Sang Fan was smoking a cigarette, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of hostility.

"Run out to pick up trash and eat again?"

The kitten walked a few steps in place, not daring to get too close, and cried out guilty.

The kitten has a bad habit. It always likes to jump into the trash can to pick up food. Every time it comes back, it is dirty. Sang Fan has taught her a lesson several times. The kitten learns to be smart and will secretly run to the trash can with Sang Fan on its back. Pick up food.

Sang Fan couldn't stand the smell every time he came back.

He really wanted to throw this creature out of the window, but Xiao Yansheng didn't know where to find out that Xia Qiong liked cute animals, so he sent a kitten here without authorization.

Raising a kitten is nothing to Sang Fan, and it doesn't really matter to him whether he has a kitten or not.

But this kitten's habit really made Sang Fan unbearable, so he decided to send the kitten away in a few days, so as not to be an eyesore here.

The kitten seemed to have noticed something, stepped on the catwalk to Sang Fan's footsteps, and circled around, as if coquettishly flattering her, meowing non-stop.

Sang Fan was indifferent, his headache was like a nail driven into his mind.

Since half a year ago, he has only had a good night's sleep once.

Hospitals, lawns, girls.

The tip of the nose lingers with a fresh herbal fragrance and a faint fragrance from the girl's body.