Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 367 Ginkgo Pillows the Moon, Amber Hangs from the Eaves

Chapter 367 Ginkgo Pillows the Moon, Amber Hangs from the Eaves

The glazed tiles on the third floor of the Yanshang Teahouse were warmed by the setting sun. When Ye Lan pushed open the carved wooden window, she almost stepped on a rolling silver-gray ball of fur. The fur immediately pricked up its ears upon hearing the noise, revealing its round head covered with ginkgo leaves. The cat's whiskers were made of icing sugar into a small white broom, and its heterochromatic pupils were shining like honey. Its paw pads were pressed on the cloak that Ye Lan had just taken off, leaving a few plum blossom-shaped ink marks.

"Senior's claws," Ye Lan lifted the cat's chin with the flute, shook the corner of the blackened clothes with a cold face, "compensation or almond tofu?"

The furry ball tilted its head and rubbed the flute hole, blowing out a bubbling sound with an almond flavor, and its tail swept over the celadon teacup. The spilled tea just blurred the blood-stained secret report on the case, blurring the handwriting into a blurred dusk. Ye Lan paused as she pinched the cat's neck, but was suddenly pressed on the center of her brow by the pad of the cat's flesh - the warm touch mixed with the scent of herbs, like a ball wrapped in sunshine.

"Meow-"

Xizhi's entire cat suddenly collapsed into a liquid state, its belly facing up to reveal the loose bandages, its claws hooked on Ye Lan's silver hair chain to play with. The tip of the cat's tail wrapped in gold thread slapped her wrist from time to time, and every time it slapped, the poisoned silver needle hidden in the cuff was pushed half an inch away. Ye Lan gritted her teeth and tried to grab the tip of the restless tail, but she felt a tuft of forked fluff, and couldn't help but chuckled: "The five-hundred-year-old senior's tail is split like a dandelion, do you want me to sponsor you with hair conditioner?"

The response she got was a furry tail that was sticky to her nose. When Xizhi turned over, he knocked over the spicy shrimp ball paper package, but he used his front paws to cover his ears and rolled them into glutinous rice balls, and only half a guilty snore leaked out from the gaps in the fur. Ye Lan was hanging outside the terrace with a shrimp ball to tease the cat, watching the pair of silver-gray ears rustling after the oil paper, and the tail anxiously clapping the rhythm of "Rebirth", and suddenly he let go of it for no reason——

A fluffy meteor leaped out to catch the shrimp ball, and its claws slipped three times on the glazed tiles before it managed to stop. When Xizhi came back with the spoils, a ginkgo leaf was hanging on the fur of his left ear, and the bandages were wrapped around his hind legs. The whole cat looked like a dandelion ball blown by the wind, but he did not forget to touch the back of Ye Lan's hand with his wet nose, and pushed the shrimp ball into her palm with his tail.

"It's shameful to act cute." Ye Lan poked the small fur on the cat's belly that rose and fell with its breathing, but her fingertips honestly scratched its chin. Xizhi immediately purred like a miniature bellows, and his paw pads blossomed and pressed against her knees. The tip of his tail dipped in tea stains and drew a crooked cat head on the secret report, just covering a name stained with blood.

As dusk deepened, Ye Lan found her knees full of fluffy cat hair. Xi Zhi curled up in her arms like a warm stove without her knowing when, dozing off with a half-eaten shrimp ball in his paws, his injured hind legs kicking the air unconsciously, and even his snoring had the sweet taste of almond tofu. Ye Lan pinched the plum blossom pad, quietly replaced the poison-tempered silver needle with a peach wood comb, and when the comb teeth passed through the swirling fur behind the cat's ears, the sleeping fur ball wrapped its tail around her wrist, and a half-coquettish tremor gurgled from his throat.

When the moonlight climbed onto the terrace, the glass comb was already stuck in the fork of the cat's tail and was about to fall off. Ye Lan looked down at the silver-gray fluff on her collar, pinched the cat's ears and sneered: "I'll mortgage you to Xinyuexuan to wash dishes tomorrow." But when Xi Zhi rubbed her old neck injury with his nose in a daze, she just sighed, replaced the spicy shrimp balls with warm almond milk, and gently pushed it to the pink and white nose that trembled with breathing.

Ye Lan didn't realize that her divine eyes were getting slightly hot, and the warm orange halo enveloped the snoring fur ball, like a dandelion covered with a layer of honey-colored amber shell. The cat's paw pretending to sleep was secretly hooking a strand of her hair, braiding it into a crooked braid under the moonlight - just like the way a fairy girl combed her brother's hair as a prank five hundred years ago.