he's a cat, demon

The next day, Miao Wu led Ah Zheng and knocked on the door of Zhao Mao's house in a dignified manner.

Soon, the door opened.

Zhao Mao took a step back to let the two come in, closed the door and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, breakfast is almost ready."

Miao Wu looked at his back, and the corner of his mouth lightly curled up: "No need, you can eat by yourself, we come here after we finish eating."

Hearing his words, Zhao Mao's back paused invisibly, but he didn't look back, and didn't say anything, he just continued to walk forward and entered the kitchen.

Miao Wu pouted, and Xiao Ah was sitting on the sofa, silently waiting for Zhao Mao to finish his breakfast.

A rich aroma came from the kitchen, and Miao Wu smelled it was the aroma of the nourishing spirit grass that Zhao Mao once ate for himself.

After taking such supplements early in the morning, he was not afraid of nosebleeds, Miao Wu groaned while stroking Ah Zheng's head.

After a while, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and at the same time Miao Wu heard Zhao Mao's approaching footsteps.

"Drink."

Zhao Mao put two white porcelain bowls on the glass table and said to the two.

"Ah, thank you, Dad." Ah Zheng squinted his eyes and gave Zhao Mao a bright smile, picked up the bowl and drank it.

Miao Wu didn't move.

When Zhao Mao was teaching Ah Zheng to practice, Miao Wu, who didn't want to practice, could actually go back, but he didn't go. He just took a chair and sat in a corner, staring at the serious faces of one big and one small, dazed.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Mao's black evil spirit subsided, and it seemed that a stage had ended.

Ah Zheng still kept his eyes closed, only turning his eyes occasionally, obviously his consciousness was in another state.

Seeing Zhao Mao open his eyes, Miao Wu came back to his senses and looked away.

However, how could Zhao Mao allow him to fool him again, he grabbed his arm, dragged him into the room, and closed the door so as not to disturb Ah Zheng's cultivation.

Then he pushed the person against the corner of the wall, forehead to forehead, eyes facing each other.

Miao Wu lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, but said coldly: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing again?" Zhao Mao held his breath and asked in confusion, "Why don't you practice with me? Why don't you stay at the opposite door? Why is Cheng Le at your house?"

In fact, what Zhao Mao really wanted to ask was why Miao Wu's attitude towards him became so indifferent, but he couldn't ask.

However, Miao Wu didn't listen to any of his questions. He suddenly raised his arms around Zhao Mao, buried his face on Zhao Mao's shoulder, and prevented Zhao Mao from seeing his face. He asked, "What do you think, What do I look like?"

Zhao Mao was stunned for a moment, very surprised that he asked such a question at this time.

But soon Zhao Mao came to his senses, kissed Miao Wu's slender neck, and replied in a steady voice: "Very good."

Miao Wu waited for a while, and after confirming that Zhao Mao had nothing to say except the word "very good", he raised his head and stared at him dissatisfiedly: "That's it?"

Faced with his dissatisfaction, Zhao Mao directly lowered his head and grabbed his lips, pushed his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and pressed him against the wall for a deep kiss.

Miao Wu frowned, and stretched out his hand to push him away, but this guy's whole body was as hard as a wall, he couldn't even push him away, being squeezed between the two walls, Miao Wu almost suffocated, and finally Zhao Mao felt His hands and feet softened, and he let go of him a little.

"You, this, bastard." Miao Wu cursed while panting.

Zhao Mao kissed him again: "I miss you."

Miao Wu was stunned, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated, but he said angrily: "Who knows who you think."

Zhao Mao heard the strange emotion in his words, and chuckled lightly: "Who else is there besides you?"

"For example, ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, etc." Miao Wu stared into Zhao Mao's eyes, trying to see the truth from his reaction.

Zhao Mao looked at him, his eyes didn't dodge at all, but his brows were frowned: "Did someone tell you anything?"

Miao Wu pursed his lips, his tone was flat, trying to hide his true emotions, he said: "The question is whether you are hiding anything from me."

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly dissipated, Zhao Mao sensed Miao Wu's resistance to himself from the stiffness and tension of Miao Wu's body, he let go of the other party, stood up straight, but did not take half a step back.

Miao Wu still leaned against the wall, silently waiting for Zhao Mao's answer.

"They all said that I once had a lover." Zhao Mao finally said, "But I don't have this person in my memory."

Miao Wu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Mao: "About a hundred years ago, I was seriously injured in a battle. After being rescued by my subordinates, I lost part of my memory."

Miao Wu bit her lower lip.

"My subordinates told me that I have a lover who just disappeared during the battle, and his life and death are uncertain."

Life and death are uncertain, Miao Wu chewed these four words.

"I have been looking for him for a hundred years, and I have also tried to retrieve my lost memories, but to no avail. Before coming to the human world, I had already made up my mind to bid farewell to the past, so now I am free."

Miao Wu lowered his head, clenched his fists, and felt a little empty: "I heard from your subordinates that I look a lot like your old lover."

Zhao Mao frowned, but his tone was firm and gentle: "I don't remember his appearance at all, I'm sure the person I like is you."

He raised his hand to hug Miao Wu, but was pushed away firmly by Miao Wu.

Miao Wu raised his face, his lips were as thin as a knife: "I won't like you." He has always been picky and wants to be good in everything, let alone his feelings, so he can't accept the possibility that Zhao Mao's feelings may be incomplete. .

Hearing this, Zhao Mao's eyes darkened, his expression gradually became serious, his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the pain spread.

He knew that Miao Wu's words at this moment were not duplicity, nor was it intended to greet or reject.

"Okay." Zhao Mao took a step back, opened the door and left the room.

His arrogance does not allow him to continue pestering a person who dislikes him.

In the room, Miao Wu's eyes were red, but he only clenched his fists to force back the tears. He whispered to himself, anyway, he didn't like this guy in the first place.