he's a cat, demon

"Dream about me?"

After getting off the plane, Zhao Mao walked up to Miao Wu and asked him.

Miao Wu glanced at him guilty, and said sullenly: "No." Could he still say that he dreamed that he was beaten by Zhao Mao?

Of course Zhao Mao didn't believe what he said, but seeing that he didn't want to say it, he didn't force it. He just reached out to ruffle his hair, and stepped into the car sent by the program team to pick him up.

Miao Wu and Cheng Le got into another car.

The recording conditions this time were much better than last time. At least the program team no longer deliberately tossed the guests in terms of food and accommodation, but the specific tasks that Miao Wu and the others needed to complete were a little more exciting than before.

After the recording started, Miao Wu had two consecutive dreams. Each dream ended with Zhao Mao seriously injuring himself, which caused Miao Wu to look at Zhao Mao with a bit of resentment involuntarily during the day.

Zhao Mao quickly noticed that something was wrong with Miao Wu, but he only thought that Miao Wu blamed himself for not following his will during the recording during the day, so he didn't take it to heart. distance.

Cheng Le, on the other hand, always surrounded Miao Wu and said a few words between Zhao Mao and Bai Yufei today, a few words with Wang Jiaxin, and a few words with Miao Wu...

Really annoying.

That night, Miao Wu once again dreamed of the scene where he and Zhao Mao faced each other with swords. After waking up this time, he was not annoyed as usual that Zhao Mao would do something to him, but suspected that there was a demon playing tricks.

What kind of demon can interfere with one's dreams?Miao Wu, who had never seen any kind of monster in Maosheng, fell into confusion.

In fact, the first object of his suspicion was Cheng Le, but except for the first appearance of Cheng Le in the dream, the rest of the scenes were different scenes. The only constant was that he and Zhao Mao had turned against each other, so Miao Wu was not very sure. Whether it is success or not.

Cheng Le, do you have the ability?

The next day, when Cheng Le was asked to bring himself a water bottle, Miao Wu yawned unintentionally, but as expected, Cheng Le immediately asked concerned: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Miao Wu lazily leaned on the rest chair, but carefully observed Cheng Le's expression with his eyes, and replied: "I had a nightmare."

Cheng Le lowered his eyes slightly: "Are you too tired during the day?"

Miao Wu looked away: "Maybe."

Zhao Mao returned to his room that night and found that Miao Wu, who had been estranged from him for several days, suddenly appeared in his room.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Mao didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with Miao Wu before, he took the initiative to sit down beside him and asked.

Miao Wu looked at him, thinking that in the dream this guy always slashed at him without saying a word, and felt his heart wringing. Although his reason told him that his dream had nothing to do with Zhao Mao, he was just like that. He vented his anger, and confidently felt that even in a dream, Zhao Mao shouldn't treat him like that.

"I'll sleep with you tonight." Miao Wu coughed and added, "The bed in your room is softer than mine."

There was a half-smile in Zhao Mao's eyes: "Have you tried it?"

Miao Wu glared at him: "Don't think too much."

"I don't think it's appropriate."

To Miao Wu's surprise, Zhao Mao rejected him.

Hearing his refusal, Miao Wu's face darkened, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "What's inappropriate? Don't you like me?"

"Because I like you, it's inappropriate." Zhao Mao got up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Miao Wu to sit alone in the living room.

When Zhao Mao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Miao Wu was no longer in the living room.

Zhao Mao's eyes dimmed, and he walked into the bedroom in silence, and when he pushed the door open and saw the gray mass on the bed, his eyes flashed.

The gray-and-white kitten nestled on the white sheet, curled up in a ball, with its eyes closed, as if it had fallen asleep.

Of course Miao Wu hadn't fallen asleep yet, but he didn't want to explain to Zhao Mao why he stayed, and he didn't want to just leave, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He still didn't believe that Zhao Mao dared to throw him out!

The bed sank slightly, Zhao Mao sat down next to Miao Wu, he didn't say anything, he just reached out and stroked the cat's hair, then lay down on the bed and turned off the light.

In the darkness, Miao Wu felt his body was gently moved and placed on a warm body.

Feeling the small body in his arms move slightly, he found a comfortable position and then continued to pretend to sleep. The corners of Zhao Mao's mouth were slightly raised, and he did not fall for a long time.

During the night of sleeping with Zhao Mao, Miao Wu didn't have any more nightmares, and when he woke up in the morning, he was refreshed.

After stepping on Zhao Mao's body and stretching, he was about to jump down and go back to his room, but he didn't expect that he was picked up by the hair on the back of his neck just as he was in the air.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Mao's voice was moody.

Miao Wu was turned by Zhao Mao to face him, his black eyes rolled around, his beard swayed slightly, and his tone was cute: "Meow~"

Zhao Mao paused, his body was slightly stiff, and he felt that the blood in his body was almost reversed because of the cry, and he secretly gathered his heart softened by the cry, black evil spirit burst out from his fingers, and he forced Miao Wu to change back to human form. , hugged the person into his arms and kissed him fiercely.

"Well--"

Suddenly transformed into a human form, Miao Wu was gagged by Zhao Mao before Miao Wu could react, and there was no chance to protest, the soft and warm lips were tearing at each other, and the tip of the tongue was entangled, Miao Wu only felt scalp numbness and limbs weakness , the uncontrollable groans and groans overflowed from the mouth amidst the fierceness...

I don't know how long it took, the stormy kiss gradually turned into a gentle pecking kiss, Zhao Mao's palm was on the back of the little guy's head in his arms, his fingertips were stroking the other's soft hair, and he closed his eyes and gently sucked his lips She sucked the beads, sometimes kissed his nose tip, eyelids, and forehead, and sometimes pushed the tip of her tongue into his mouth to entangle with his soft tongue.

Miao Wu's breathing was rapid and out of order, his eyes were confused, he straddled Zhao Mao's body, with his hands around his neck, he couldn't help but burrowed into Zhao Mao's arms.

Zhao Mao slid down his palm on the back of his head, pinched the back of his neck, put his forehead against his forehead, and put his lips to his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should go back to your room."

The room was quiet. After a long time, Miao Wu finally came back to his senses. He tilted his head and bit Zhao Mao's right forearm, which was pinching his neck. He didn't let go until he tasted a trace of blood on his mouth.

Zhao Mao didn't even hum, and took his mouth abruptly.

However, Miao Wu bit it right away, and after letting go, he rolled the tip of his pink tongue around his broken skin, and looked at him with evil eyes: "Don't you want to fuck me?"

Zhao Mao's throat rolled, and his eyes looked straight at his exposed skin, including his white neck and sunken collarbone...

"Think," he said.

After getting the answer she wanted, Miao Wu leaned slightly, leaned into Zhao Mao's ear and said, "I won't let you go."

As soon as the words fell, the man got up from Zhao Mao and left the room briskly.

Zhao Mao didn't stop him, and only after the heat in his body cooled down did he chuckle, and said to himself, "No hurry."

On the other side, when Cheng Le came to Miao Wu's room, Miao Wu had just returned from Zhao Mao's room, and what he saw was Miao Wu's cheeks still blushing, eyes still watery, and her lips red and slightly swollen.

"You did it?" Cheng Le, who always had a smile on his face, suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyebrows were tightly knit.

Miao Wu glanced at him, didn't answer his question, just picked up his phone and prepared to go out: "We're going to be late, let's go."

Cheng Le fell behind him, with dark clouds on his face.

In the next three days of experiments, Miao Wu concluded that as long as he went to Zhao Mao's room to sleep, he would not have nightmares, but if he slept by himself, he would have nightmares.After confirming that there was a demon playing tricks, Miao Wu told Zhao Mao about it.

"You should have told me about it on day one."

Knowing that the person he likes would have nightmares every day that he would hurt him, Zhao Mao's eyelids twitched, and he instantly understood the reason why Miao Wu's behavior was abnormal during this period.

Miao Wu shrugged: "If this is just an ordinary nightmare, wouldn't it be a big deal to tell you?"

Anyway, no matter what decision he makes, Miao Wu always has a hundred reasons to support his choice.

Zhao Mao didn't mean to argue with him who was right and who was wrong, he pondered and began to think about what kind of monster has the ability to fake dreams.

"He deliberately avoids you, which means that the demon power is not as good as you, and he is afraid of being discovered by you, but I can't find him, which means that his demon power is higher than mine, and now there are only three demons here, not you or me, whoever meets the conditions will be happy .” Miao Wu felt that his doubts about Cheng Le were well-founded.

Zhao Mao couldn't understand: "Why did he let you have such a nightmare?"

"To sow discord between the two of us?" Miao Wu guessed.

"Heh." Hearing this, Zhao Mao sneered, how fragile a relationship can be provoked by a dream?

Seemingly guessing the reason for Zhao Mao's sneer, Miao Wu, who was almost provoked successfully, looked away guiltily.

But Zhao Mao suddenly said: "It should not be your brother. As far as I know, the cat demon does not have this ability. The only one with this ability is the fox demon clan."

Miao Wu was stunned for a moment: "Although saying this at this time is a bit suspicious of Cheng Le, but my younger brother is really a cat that looks like a fox. Does he have a bit of fox talent?"

Well, Miao Wu admitted that this is no longer a suspicion of being targeted, it is targeted.

Zhao Mao: "A cat that looks like a fox? I've seen a fox that looks like a cat."

Miao Wu: "???!!!"

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