Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Little Eagle."

Cheng Ying didn't know how long he stood at the door holding his pajamas and towel, until he finally heard a call from inside.

He knew she would call her, how could he go in without clothes.

But her voice was not right, with a strong nasal tone.

He knocked twice on the glass door.

"Xiaoying, come in."

Cheng Ying's pupils shook violently, and his face and neck turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He clenched two fingers tightly, bit his lips a little, and knocked on the door three times against his will.

How could he have the nerve to go in? He was lucky that she was willing to be with him last night. He couldn't be so rude.

After Cheng Ying finished knocking, he still looked at the water droplets on the frosted glass with anticipation.

Could she... call him again?

If he screams again, he will be in trouble.

His gaze followed the drop of water down to the door handle.

The hand that was knocking on the door moved down and gently grasped the silver-white door handle.

She lived in his house before, so she should remember that the lock on this door handle didn't work, right?

Then why did you bother locking it just now?

"Wow!"

The sound of someone coming out of the bath suddenly reached his ears. Cheng Ying felt as if he was scalded. He immediately let go of the door handle, took a step back, and stood sideways in the corner beside the door.

A shadowy figure could be seen from behind the glass. Cheng Ying's heart beat faster and faster, and his mind was full of her lovely appearance under him last night.

Look away, or it will be too late!!

Cheng Ying's conscience was calling out to him violently, but his consciousness fixed his eyes on the figure behind the door.

The door handle was pushed down and the door finally opened.

Countless warm and fragrant mists squeezed out from the crack in the door, gradually making his face redder and redder.

When Cheng Ying saw a pair of slender and well-proportioned white legs, his nose itched. He turned quickly and immediately faced the wall. He held the pajamas and towel tightly in his right hand and handed them towards her.

She was like a puppy drenched in rain, with water dripping from her body. The water droplets gradually soaked a large area of ​​the absorbent and non-slip mat at the bathroom door.

She sniffed, looked at the upright figure in front of her with tears in her eyes, and really wanted to hug him.

The towel in his hand was pulled away, and a rustling sound was heard behind him. Cheng Ying's ears became redder and redder, and his head lowered lower and lower.

"look up!"

The sudden cry made his whole body tremble and his neck straightened up.

The next second, a half-wet towel, still carrying her fragrance, was grabbed at both ends and accurately put around his neck from top to bottom and pulled back.

Cheng Ying tilted his head back, looked up, stared at the ceiling helplessly, his back bent backward into a C shape.

She stood behind him, with her head tilted back and resting on her white shoulders. Cheng Ying looked at her pretty face, which was rosy white from the heat, with a dazed look, then raised the corners of his mouth and gave an introverted and well-behaved smile.

Dry clothes were stuffed into her hands. Cheng Ying winked at her in this awkward position and said, "Put them on. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Jingzhi turned her head to look at the striped pajamas in her hand, her eyes became hot and gradually filled with tears. She didn't want to tear them up. After all, it was proof that Zhu Jiu and Caolu combined to form him.

"Help me put it on." She raised her hand to straighten his head and was about to twist his shoulders to turn him around, but Cheng Ying felt awkward again.

[No, that's not appropriate.]

"...Little mute, do you know that you are facing the wall and I can't see your lip language clearly."

Cheng Ying's hand trembled, and just as he turned his head halfway, he caught a glimpse of jade white and crimson in his peripheral vision, and immediately turned back stiffly.

His clenched fist suddenly opened and he made a few random gestures to the side.

Jingzhi had just finished reading the diary and was now moved and distressed. She pursed her lips, pinched his hand, stuffed the clothes into his hand, and then hugged his waist tightly from behind, rubbing her head against his back, and acting coquettishly:

"Xiaoying~ I want you to help me put it on. If you don't help me, I'll be angry!"

Cheng Ying lowered his head and looked at the pink and white arm. Just as he put his hand on it to pry it open, his fingertips touched her gradually cooling skin. His heart tightened and he no longer cared about whether he was shy or not.

He put the pants aside, pulled up one arm around his waist and put them on.

His eyes were blank the whole time, not daring to focus at all.

While she was getting dressed, she cooperated very well, but two burning eyes were fixed on his face.

The heat on Cheng Ying's face was so hot that it seemed to be able to steam an egg. He felt uneasy when she stared at him. After Cheng Ying put her on the bed, he hurriedly took another set of pajamas and ran into the bathroom.

The water in the bathtub had become slightly cool, but Cheng Ying felt it was just right, just enough to cool down his boiling blood.

While taking a bath, the woman outside was also restless. She acted like she was playing and kept calling out "Little Eagle" from time to time.

He had no way of answering and could only knock on the wall twice.

Jingzhi, who was listening attentively, grinned foolishly and knocked on the headboard twice.

This went on for two minutes, and finally someone couldn't stand it anymore.

It's the neighbor next door.

"What a psycho! Knocking so early in the morning! I'm knocking my ass off!"

Jingzhi pinched two fingers and retreated back into the quilt feeling aggrieved.

Cheng Ying walked out in a fresh outfit and saw this scene.

He paused, then quickened his pace and walked over, lifted a corner of the quilt, and dug her out of bed.

Blowing hair.

"No." Jingzhi was indeed tired. She had the mood to knock just now, but she was just afraid that he would disappear. "I don't want to blow."

She stared at Cheng Ying in front of her, and put her hair aside with her hands.

Countless steam evaporated from her hands. Seeing the surprise in his eyes, Jingzhi stammered and asked him:

"Are you...are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not a human. Since we're already together, I think I should be honest with you."

This news was truly explosive, even more explosive than her conjuring something with her bare hands. Cheng Ying's face, which rarely had any expression, froze for a moment.

There was no answer for a long while, and Jingzhi became a little panicked.

He wouldn't want her anymore, would he?

Her voice trembled, "Ah, Ah Ying?"

Cheng Ying was brought back to his senses by her call, and his black pupils moved up and down, trying to find evidence that she was not human.

Jingzhi bit her lower lip and pulled up her sleeves and trouser legs. "The bruises are gone."

"Normal people don't recover so quickly."

It's a good thing to recover quickly.

Cheng Ying breathed a sigh of relief. She must have special abilities, as it had been mentioned in the news.

Stay calm, stay calm.

Just as I was about to touch her dry hair, my palm felt something softer and fluffier.

Cheng Ying raised his palm stiffly and looked at the two furry, moving ears on top of her head, completely stunned.

【you you……】

She took his hand and pressed it against her ear, rubbing it gently, and asked cautiously:

"Xiaoying, do you... like cats?"

There is actually a story about Cheng Ying and the cat.

He used to have a cat, which he brought from an orphanage.

He is a wild child and it is a little white wild cat.

When I first met it, it was very thin and small, probably because it was bullied by other wild cats and dogs on the street. The whole cat was gray and red, and its fur was covered with blood and dust.

When little Chengying first saw it, it looked alert, with its tail and claws raised towards him, just like when he was being bullied.

After feeding it a few times, the kitten kept following him.

A cat's lifespan is only a dozen years.

Seven years ago, the cat that had always been with him died.

Cheng Ying unconsciously rubbed the cat's ears in his palm, and for a moment he felt that her round pupils were slowly overlapping with those of his pet Xiaobai.

【noob……】

"I'm Xiaozhi!" Jingzhi pouted, came over and twisted his ear, "Who is Xiaobai? Which wild woman is she?!"

Cheng Ying raised his eyelids, slightly opened his mouth, and stared at the woman riding on him in a daze. After a while, he reacted and wanted to explain:

There are no wild women, only wild cats.

Her eyebrows jumped, "You said I'm a wild cat?"

[…No, I used to have a cat.]

"Where's the cat?"

[…Dead.]

"...I'm sorry." Jingzhi was a little embarrassed and quickly rubbed his red ears.

He suddenly arched his eyebrows and gently rubbed her cute ears which were moving.

I like cats.

"...Which one do you like?" She narrowed her eyes. The dead cinnabar cat could live in his heart forever.

Cheng Ying laughed. No matter what kind of cat she was, she looked so jumpy and jealous, as if he had petted someone else's cat, just like his Xiaobai.

【I like you, I am not afraid of you. 】

Jingzhi was suddenly stunned by his honest confession. She felt a little awkward. She blushed and showed him her pointed teeth. "Are you really not afraid?"

Jingzhi's neck was suddenly pinched by him, and her whole body froze, even her expression became a little dull.

The experienced poop scooper secretly smiled, what a habit... haha.

He turned over, placed the stiff Jingzhi next to him, and leaned over to kiss her little fangs.

【Xiaozhi, will you stay with me for a long, long time? 】

Jingzhi was stunned again, and suddenly felt that Cheng Ying, who seemed powerful but actually had zero sense of security, was so pitiful that it made her want to cry.

Not only is he mute, but the cat he depended on also died.

She sniffed, moved her head to lie on his chest, touched his heart with her right hand, and said solemnly:

"I will stay with you for a long, long time, and make you happy for the rest of your life. I will never leave early."

[…Okay, that’s what you said.]

"Yeah, I said." She pinched his cheeks and nibbled his chin, her movements playful but her eyes full of heartache. "Aying, you poor little thing. I will take good care of you."

Cheng Ying blinked hard and wanted to laugh. A cat said it wanted to raise him. It was really against the will of heaven.

[I am the one, I will take good care of you. ]

This time, you are not allowed to die.