Star Iron: Cat Renaissance Abundance

Xing reacted and ran to the door and looked around, but did not see Liuying. Kafka, wearing a bath towel, walked behind Xing and put her white hand on Xing's shoulder.

"Xing, you gave me a surprise as soon as you came back." Kafka said calmly.

Xing turned around, her face slightly red, and said shyly, "I didn't know Liuying would be so proactive. And I feel like she's a little weird, but I can't put my finger on it any more specifically."

Seeing Xing looking a little conflicted, Kafka smiled. Her lovely Xingbao was quite capable.

"Xing, just now when I was taking a shower inside, I heard you say you bought me a coat?"

"Yes, this is made of the Harvest Alliance's softest, warmest, most wear-resistant, least shedding, anti-static, and most comfortable fur. A year's output can only make one coat."

Xing looked at Kafka's hair, which was still a little wet, and said, "Let me help you dry your hair first."

Kafka smiled and nodded, then walked over to the stool in front of the floor-length mirror in the bathroom and sat down.

Xing picked up the hair dryer beside her and started to help Kafka dry her hair.

At the same time, like a frightened deer, Liuying hurried back to her room and locked the heavy door as quickly as possible. Although she herself couldn't explain why she acted so hastily, at this moment, her mind was already occupied by confusion and tension, and she had no time to think deeply about the reason.

"Oh my God, I actually... I actually kissed Xing! Wuuuu..." Liuying covered her mouth tightly with both hands, as if trying to prevent those embarrassing words from flowing out of her mouth, but the excitement in her heart made it difficult for her to control herself. "Her lips are so soft, the touch is like an electric shock, and my mind went blank in an instant!" When she thought of that brief and heart-pounding moment just now, Liuying's cheeks couldn't help but blush, as delicate and tempting as a ripe apple.

Liuying leaned against the door, her mind replaying the past. She thought to herself, "No wonder Silver Wolf has so many romance comics hidden under his bed. They contain so many scenes like this." In the past, when I'd secretly flipped through them late at night, I'd always feel my cheeks warm. So this is what it felt like! Kissing can be such a wonderful and pleasurable experience. If I'd known this sooner, I might have mustered up the courage to take action.

However, as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, Liuying shook her head vigorously, trying to drive it out of her mind. "Oh, how could I have such wild thoughts? Ahhh, it must be because of those comics of Yinlang that have influenced me!" She muttered to herself, reaching out to pat her burning face, as if trying to calm herself down.

Yes, that must be the case!

Liuying took a deep breath and clenched her fists tightly, as if crushing all her hesitation and anxiety. She bit her lip, her eyes firm and resolute, finally making up her mind. Then, like a nimble kitten, she jumped onto the bed, picked up the pillow next to her without hesitation, and slammed it over her head.

At that moment, the entire world was blocked out by the soft pillow, leaving only the rapid breathing and heartbeat of Liuying. She hoped that the heavy pillow could calm the waves in her heart and help her regain her composure. However, at this moment, Liuying suddenly felt something poking her cheek. She subconsciously reached out to touch it and found Yinlang's comic book lying quietly under her pillow!

Liuying carefully pulled the comic book out from under her face and, in the dim light from the ceiling, carefully examined the cover of the pink romance comic. It depicted a lovely couple, hand in hand, their faces beaming with happiness. Looking at this image, Liuying couldn't help but think of Xing's face, always a bit silly yet full of boundless creativity.

In the eyes of Silver Wolf and others, Xing is like a naughty child who will never grow up. Xing is always so lively and active, and from time to time he will do some tricks that will make people's eyes black.

It was Aha's loss that he didn't see her.

When she saw her intelligence, she realized that it was really a tragedy for intelligence.

However, in Bai Ling's eyes, Xing is still very powerful, and Bai Ling also cares about her sometimes eye-popping performance art.

After all, Bai Ling is sometimes a little childish. Of course, it is also possible that she is pretending.

After all, no one would refuse a cute cat.

Liuying gently shook her head, trying to clear her mind of distracting thoughts. But for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off the comic in her hands. Finally, she couldn't resist her curiosity and opened the comic again, relishing the part she hadn't finished last night...

After drying the last few strands of Kafka's hair, Xing gently held Kafka's hair with both hands and shook it up and down to make it look more fluffy.

"Thank you, Xing."

"Hey, let's go. I'll show you the coat when we get out."

"it is good."

Xing gently picked up the comb and carefully combed Kafka's silky hair. She expertly divided the hair into two sections and began to braid them into symmetrical pigtails. Each twist was perfectly placed, making the pigtail look delicate and beautiful.

After braiding the hair, Xing did not stop what she was doing, but picked up the scissors and carefully trimmed Kafka's bangs.

Kafka sat quietly in a chair, gazing at herself in the mirror. Gradually, a strange expression took hold of her face. This new look made her feel less mature and more girlish, more innocent and shy.

"Xing, I think we should change back to our original appearance. This doesn't seem to suit me." Kafka said softly, with a hint of hesitation in her tone.

Xing nodded in understanding and began to undo the carefully braided hair she had just carefully braided. As the hair fell out, Kafka's original hairstyle gradually returned to normal, but because her bangs had been trimmed, the overall look was still slightly different from before.

The two of them stood before the floor-length mirror in the room. Xing held a simple black fur coat in her hands. Though simple in style, it exuded an air of understated luxury. Kafka reached out curiously and gently touched the fine fur. The soft touch, like a gentle breeze brushing against her fingertips, was intoxicating.

Kafka found a suitable lining in the wardrobe, put it on the coat and admired it carefully.