Little milk cats don't give casual rua tails

The person he saved was the existence he only dared to look up to at the beginning.

Seeing the little guy drooping his head in frustration, Jiang Si hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back, reached out and gently rubbed his tail: "What's wrong?"

"Meow..."

Yan Dong's voice was a little low, indicating that he didn't want to speak.

But because his body has not fully recovered, the pleasant smell of pine and cypress still seems to be faintly lingering around him.

Before his body could react, his big fluffy tail had already touched Jiang Si's wrist.

Jiang Si was amused by the little guy's reaction.

His fingers gently hooked Gou Yandong's chin, and scratched with his fingers submerged in the shallow fluff.

It's so crispy.

The little milk cat narrowed its eyes, its soft ears were flattened, and the mangosteen paw stretched and contracted on the seat to step on the milk.

No, stop scratching!

Yan Dong is feeling wronged!This is too shameless!

After reacting, Yan Dong licked Jiang Si's fingers, trying to stop his movements, and gently scratched his sensitive fingertips with his barbed little tongue, leaving a numb itchy feeling.

Being provoked by his actions made his heart soften, and the smile on the corners of Jiang Si's lips deepened a little.

"What, did I make you angry?"

The tone with traces of smiles made Yan Dong turn his back in an instant, cosplaying the small rice balls, making people want to grab them hard.

Woo, you have no heart.

The kitten is going to die, and you're still laughing.

Still laughing!

The little cat was really wronged, and turned its back, only leaving Jiang Si with a soft little cat's butt.

Jiang Si rubbed his fingers lightly, looking at that fluffy, he really wanted to rua a little bit.

But in the end he withdrew his hand very gentlemanly, and only fiddled with his mangosteen claws lightly.

"I'm so angry."

The kitten refuses to connect with you.

Yan Dong immediately realized that something was wrong after performing a delicate show of claws and claws blooming. He directly retracted the mangosteen claws and put his hands on his chest.

Jiang Si stretched out his hand again and fiddled with the mangosteen's claws, and the little cat resisted again.

Come again, block again.

The kitten is ruthless.

I won't play such childish games with you.

But the little cat didn't wait until Jiang Si's hand reached out for the fourth time.

He ticked the tip of his tail secretly, expressing some discomfort with the suddenly quiet air.

After a while, he still didn't care about himself anymore, the little cat couldn't help but look sideways at Jiang Si: "Meow?"

Tired of crooked so quickly?You don't want to play with kittens anymore?

He turned his head to look at Jiang Si, a little dazed flashed in his blue eyes.

Then, he met a half-smile look.

On weekdays, Li Jiang Si's awe-inspiring aggressiveness was completely taken away by him, like a beast flicking its tail to bask in the sun, revealing a lazy aura all over his body.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Jiang Si was a different person today, and his personality collapsed.

Seeing his eyes, for some reason, the little cat felt his heart skip a beat, a little embarrassed to look at it, and couldn't move his eyes away.

He, he does seem a little handsome.

Yan Dong quietly pursed his ears, hooked the tip of his fluffy tail, curled up shyly into a small ball, moved his mangosteen claws quietly, and felt his face was a little hot.

Little, the kitten is blushing.