The group pet, Little Hades, is pregnant with a cub

When Qin Maomao realized that he wanted to run, it was too late. The little milk cat struggled unwillingly in Yan Mo's palm a few times, and even tentatively bit Yan Mo's finger to scare him.

But Yan Mo was not moved at all, Mao Mao had no choice but to relax quickly, vomited it out, and let him ravage him helplessly.

Yan Mo was originally just curious about how Maomao puts on clothes, but after wearing one, he couldn't control it. He tried every outfit, took many photos, and smiled happily looking at the photos.

"By the way, have you ever bathed the cat?" The female classmate said again, "There is a pet shop near the school, and the bath is quite good."

As soon as Qin Maomao heard about taking a bath, her eyes instantly turned cold, even a little fierce.

The female colleague received Maomao's gaze, and was a little surprised: "Can it understand me? Haha, sure enough, cats don't like bathing."

Yan Mo asked a lot of questions to his female classmates, and wrote them down carefully in a small notebook.

After school, the classroom was empty, Yan Mo took Mao Mao out of his backpack and put it on the table to let it stretch out.

Qin Maomao rolled from one end of the table to the other, stretched and licked its paws, adapting to the cat form very well.

Yan Mo thought of what the female classmate said, and looked at Mao Mao's dusty paws, then suddenly stood up and squatted beside the table.

In this way, the milk cat can see Yan Mo's face as soon as it raises its head. The two of them are almost looking at the same level.

Yan Mo coughed, and said in a cute tone: "Today, we're going to catch a lucky kitten for a bath."

Qin Maomao:?

"Which kitten is it? Of course it's the most cute, smart, and sensible Qin Maomao in the world!" As he spoke, he picked up Qin Maomao, turned around and walked out.

Qin Maomao:? ? ?

Feeling the cat struggling wildly in his arms, Yan Mo rubbed the cat's head: "I'll give you a bath, soon, if you're embarrassed, I'll wash it for you."

The pet store was nearby. When Yan Mo entered with the cat in his arms, the cat was still jumping on his shoulder trying to escape, but Yan Mo caught it back soon.

Qin Maomao was unwilling to let the clerk touch him, so Yan Mo had no choice but to do it by himself, squatting in the shower room and patiently making bubbles for it.

Yan Mo's palm was gentle, and he pressed his fingertips from the neck to the abdomen little by little. The cat was very comfortable to press, and even barely endured the water dripping all over his body, he subconsciously rubbed against Yan Mo's fingers, not wanting it to leave.

After taking a shower, it was time to blow the cat's hair. Yan Mo didn't want to put the cat in the dryer, so he took a hair dryer by himself, and slowly dried him.

The cat had already completely lay flat, and Yan Mo was allowed to turn it over and over again. His expression was so comfortable that the clerk in the pet shop couldn't help but come to watch, saying that he had never seen such a well-behaved cat taking a bath.

Yan Mo couldn't help but patted the cat's head: "Of course, my cat is the most obedient."

……

That night, Yan Mo searched for cat clothes on the Internet very perceptively. He ordered another maid outfit, a Snow White dress, and a little witch cloak. He was very happy with his purchase.

Qin Maomao lay beside him helplessly, watching Yan Mo place orders frantically, and then looked down at his paws.

In fact, the cat didn't have that much influence on him, he could already transform that day, but seeing how Yan Mo liked cats so much, he hesitated again.

...in two more days.

The next day there was a sketching class, Yan Mo sat in the last row of the sketching room, surrounded by many girls, they all knew that Yan Mo had a cat, and brought the cat to school, they couldn't help but want to see the cat , staring at the kitten in his backpack who didn't want to show his eyes.

Naturally, the teacher also realized that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little strange. When he glanced over, he saw a fluffy golden head.

This class was originally to find a student to be a model. The teacher looked at the cat and Yan Mo, who had always drawn very well, and suddenly got inspiration, so he simply asked Yan Mo to hold the cat as a model.

Drawing a person is already very difficult, but when drawing a fluffy cat, the pressure of the students instantly doubled. They couldn't care less about petting the cat, so they began to draw with their heads down.

Yan Mo sat in the middle with the cat in his arms. He was a little nervous at first, but later he found that everyone was looking at him very intently.She also began to relax, and even started to be in a daze. Qin Maomao even leaned against Yan Mo's arms, smelling his body, and soon fell asleep.

While in a daze, Yan Mo noticed a woman standing at the door of the sketching room at some point, looking at herself and the cat in her arms with a smile, probably attracted by the cat.

Yan Mo nodded towards the woman, who also smiled at him.

At this moment, the teacher walked out from the door and went straight through the woman's body.

Yan Mo's eyes widened instantly, his arms tightened, and he even strangled the cat awake. The cat looked towards the door vigilantly, its vertical pupils gradually narrowed, full of threats and anxiety.

But even though Yan Mo had discovered her true identity, the woman didn't move at all, she just stepped aside quietly, and then looked at Yan Mo, as if waiting for him to finish class.

……

After class, Yan Mo walked out the door very nervously, holding the cat in his left hand and the token in his right.

"Hello." The woman actually spoke first, and her tone was gentle and polite.

Yan Mo looked at her: "Are you looking for me?"

"I'm sorry to bother you. I heard from the kid in the school that you are the King of Hades, and you are looking for escaped souls, right?"

Yan Mo nodded slowly.

"I am also one of the escaped souls."

The woman said this with a very calm attitude, as if she just said "I have eaten today", but this attitude made Yan Mo puzzled: "... huh?"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to trouble you, I just need your help with one thing."

"I'm very sorry. I don't know who else to turn to. I'm afraid that if I go to my living relatives and friends, it will scare them. After much deliberation, I can only turn to you."

The woman's tone was gentle and gentle, and Yan Mo's vigilance dropped a lot, and he was no longer afraid, and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"My name is Song Li. I hope you can find a friend of mine. I have something I want to give her. Her name is Xu Hanshui."

Song Li said that Xu Hanshui was her friend. A few months ago, the only relative in her family, her father, died in a plane crash, and she didn't have the heart to take over the family business, so she trapped herself at home all day long. Song Li was worried about Xu Hanshui. Han Shui couldn't think about it, so he asked Yan Mo to give her something.

Yan Mo hesitated for a moment, and asked Yan Wang Ling: "Should I go?"

[Actually, you can collect the soul directly, the other party is just a brat, there is no need to make this trip. ]

Yan Mo thought for a while, then sighed: "Then I'd better go there, fulfill her wish, and treat it as a little kind deed."

-

Tangzhi City villa area.

Yan Mo stood in front of a villa and rang the doorbell, but there was no movement inside, as if there was no one in the villa at all.

He rang the doorbell for a while, finally there was movement inside, the door was opened silently, and a thin woman with draped hair stood inside the door, looking at Yan Mo blankly.

Yan Mo was taken aback by the other party's appearance, Xu Hanshui's current state was even more ghostly than Song Li's.

Xu Hanshui looked expressionlessly at the boy holding a cat at the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"...Hello, I am, I am Song Li's friend." The young man stammered out this sentence.

Xu Hanshui's expression changed somewhat, and a look of tenderness and nostalgia emerged in his eyes: "...Song Li?"

She invited Yan Mo in, and the two walked to the living room. Xu Hanshui went to pour water for him. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Mo looked around.

This is clearly a mansion, but the inside is deserted as if it is not popular at all, there is very little furniture, and many daily necessities have no traces of use. It makes people wonder what the owner of this house usually does, or does nothing. .

Xu Hanshui came over with a cup of tea: "Sorry, there is no new tea at home, here are some leftovers from before."

"It's okay, thank you," Yan Mo took the teacup, thought for a while and said, "Song Li has something for you."

He pushed the bag he took when he entered the door to Xu Hanshui: "This is the clothes she gave you."

Song Li is a fashion designer. The clothes she designs are beautiful and well-known. She likes to give Xu Hanshui the clothes she made herself.

Xu Hanshui opened the box, and inside was a beautiful brocade dress, the material was thick and gorgeous, but it was obviously not something that could be worn at this time of year.

Xu Hanshui smiled: "Sure enough, it's winter clothes again."

"Does she often do this?" Yan Mo couldn't help asking curiously. When Song Li gave him the clothes, he glanced at them. It was obviously a winter dress, but now it was summer. Song Li said that she had made a lot of clothes, why did she wear them now? How about a winter coat?

"That's right," Xu Hanshui said with nostalgia in his eyes, "she makes beautiful clothes, but she always gives me inappropriate clothes. In summer, she just gives me a fox-fur cape. In winter, she And made me a light gauze dress... Tell me, did she do it on purpose? I have to put that dress on for half a year before I can wear it."

Yan Mo didn't quite understand either, so he took out a small notebook from the bottom of the box: "And this one, she said she picked it up before, and now I'm giving it back to you."

Xu Hanshui looked at the small brown paper-covered notebook, smiled and shook his head: "This is a diary I wrote before, you can throw it away."

Yan Mo was taken aback: "...don't want it?"

Song Li hesitated for a long time when giving this notebook, he seemed unwilling to give it, and was very entangled, which made Yan Mo subconsciously feel that it must be very important, but Xu Hanshui's attitude seemed insignificant, even his tone was indifferent of: "No more."

……

After delivering the things and going out, Yan Mo looked at the diary in his hand, a little sad: "What should I do? Do you want to return it?"

Yan Wang Ling: [Anyway, no one wants it, just throw it away. ]

Yan Mo stuffed the diary into his pocket: "Let's return it."

The pocket of the sweater he was wearing today was a bit small, and the diary was not stuffed in all of a sudden, but fell to the ground with a "snap".

Yan Mo squatted down to pick up the diary, but was taken aback by the word "death" on the pages of the opened diary.

"..."

He picked up the diary and stared at that page fixedly, knowing why, Xu Hanshui wrote countless dead words on this page, which looked a little scary.

While hesitating, Yan Mo gently turned another page.

There are many ways to die written in this diary. It looks like a suicide guide written by a person who is about to commit suicide, and the specific date of death is even set.

The more Yan Mo read, the more nervous he became, and he had unconsciously turned to the last few pages.

But in the last few pages, the painting style suddenly changed:

【Today Song Li gave me an egg tart. She made it herself. It's so sweet. She said there will be more tomorrow, so let's die tomorrow. 】

【Today Song Li took me to the post office and said that he wanted to send a letter to a friend. She was going out and asked me to collect the letter for her. It might take a few days, so... then die after receiving the letter. 】

【Song Li is really annoying. I don't like children, but he insists on taking me to the orphanage and asking me to buy star hairpins for that child. The hairpins won't arrive until next week. Okay, next week. Die again. 】

There are some small things like this in the back, but these small things can always save Xu Hanshui at the critical juncture, and make her keep pushing back the death date that she had set.

Yan Mo had already finished reading the last few pages unknowingly, and his expression was a little dazed.

He didn't know how Song Li felt when he saw the contents in the diary when he picked it up, but if he was Song Li, he would definitely try his best to keep Xu Hanshui.

Yan Mo turned around and looked at the closed door of the villa, hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over again.

[Why are you going back again? ]

Yan Mo: "I have something to tell her."

Xu Hanshui obviously didn't expect the boy to come back again. Her eye circles were already red when she opened the door, as if she had just cried.

Yan Mo returned the diary to her: "The content on it is very important to Song Li, so I'd better return it to you."

Xu Hanshui looked down at the somewhat crumpled diary, was silent for a long time, and reached out to take it.

"By the way, I just thought about it," Yan Mo said again, "She always gives you winter clothes in summer, and summer clothes in winter, maybe just to make you live long enough to wear those clothes. "

Xu Hanshui froze suddenly, raised his head in a daze, and looked at Yan Mo blankly.

"I don't know what happened to you, so I can't persuade you, but I want to tell you, Song Li hopes that you can live a good life."

Song Li didn't say the latter words, but Yan Mo felt that she dared to come to him at the risk of being directly taken back to Hell and sent to hell because there were more important people waiting for her.

Xu Hanshui suddenly began to tremble. She seemed to be unable to stand still, and slowly slid to the ground, squatting down, hugging herself and crying loudly.

"She is a liar, she said she would come to me, but she left so simply, she is a liar, a liar..."

Yan Mo's eyes were also a little red, and at the same time, Song Li's figure silently appeared by the door, quietly looking at the crying woman in the room.

……

After Xu Hanshui calmed down, he discovered Song Li's hidden secret on the title page of the diary: there was a note with an address written on it, and a line of small characters underneath.

[These are the clothes I made for you, the password to the door is your birthday, and the box of each piece of clothing also has a password, and you will see these passwords when the time is right. 】

[In any case, please wear all these clothes. 】

Yan Mo didn't know how many pieces of clothes Song Li made, but she used a house to dress them up, so it must be quite a lot.

Xu Hanshui held the diary in a daze for a long time, then stood up again, thanked Yan Mo, and said that he would wait to wear all those clothes again.

……

After leaving the villa area, Yan Mo sensed another golden pattern on the Rakshasa umbrella. Song Li's wish was fulfilled, and he should return to Yan's Mansion soon.

Yan Mo sat on a bench by the side of the road with his cat in his arms, and was stunned for a while.

I don't know if it's because of the pregnancy, but recently his emotions are always a little sensitive, even if the two women don't know him before, he still wants to cry.

Maomao sensed that Yan Mo's mood was very low, raised his head a little uneasy, looked at Yan Mo and let out a small "meow".

Yan Mo glanced down at the cat, and reached out to stroke its little head: "It's okay, I was just thinking... parting is really a sudden thing, and the only thing a living person can do is to cherish life and the things in front of us." people."

Speaking of this, Yan Mo hugged the cat in his arms, and said very softly: "Qin Yuchen, I miss you."

He has never had such an urgent and longing hope that Qin Yuchen is by his side.

His arms were suddenly empty, and Yan Mo looked down at the empty arms in amazement. Before he could react, he sensed a warmer and more familiar breath approaching, and embraced him in his arms.

"I always."

He raised his head abruptly, facing Qin Yuchen's blue phoenix eyes, the dim sky was instantly lit up by countless stars, and his vision brightened.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand excitedly, and met Qin Yuchen's arm: "Qin Yuchen!"

This firm hug was a real touch that had never been experienced before, which made both of them stunned for a moment.

"You, you really transformed!" Yan Mo's eyes were red, and he touched Qin Yuchen's arms and body. Although he could touch Qin Yuchen before, he never had such a solid touch.

Qin Yuchen tightened his arms, and his nervous voice trembled a little: "Xiao Mo, I have something to tell you, and I thought about it a long time ago."

Yan Mo closed his eyes, buried in his arms motionless, sniffed: "What?"

"...I am pleased with you."

Hearing these words suddenly, Yan Mo froze, and opened his eyes in an instant. He raised his head and looked at Qin Yuchen. The other party's eyes were full of deep love, and they looked at him tenderly.

Yan Mo's face and the end of his eyes turned red in an instant. He opened his mouth, but tears fell out earlier than words, and big drops fell on Qin Yuchen's shoulders.

"Why are you crying?" Qin Yuchen hurriedly wiped his tears, brushed Yan Mo's brows with his fingers, and then fell to his cheeks, gently holding him up, "Be good, don't cry."

"It should mean," Yan Mo said in a trembling voice, "I like you."

"I like you," Qin Yuchen said immediately, and then repeated, "I like you, Xiaomo."

The sincere and eager tone of liking made Yan Mo's heart itch. He hugged Qin Yuchen's neck, tears poured out more, until Qin Yuchen sighed, bowed his head and kissed his tears.

Afterwards, the gentle touch moved from the eyes to the lips, and the intoxicating smell of sandalwood and milk fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose. Yan Mo hugged Qin Yuchen's waist tightly, allowing the other party to deepen the kiss.

There are no gods in this world anymore, but his god has become a human being for him.

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