The little stupid cat spoiled by the boss

Luo Qingyi stiffly pulled the corner of his lower lip, trying to make a smile, but he seemed to have forgotten how to smile, and his smile was unnatural, "I just know how to eat."

"Are we dead, are we in heaven?" Ning Anan didn't expect him to smile, but just looked at the fish in his hand with bright eyes, and didn't ask how the hairs on his body came from.

"Heaven shouldn't feel hungry, right?"

"I don't know, An An hasn't been there either."

Ning An'an lazily stretched her waist, her clothes were too big, her small body looked empty, even though it was supported by more loops of hair, it was still very empty.

Like his heart now.

Luo Qingyi didn't speak any more, but concentrated on roasting the fish in his hand, and there were some slight ripples unconsciously in his glass ball-like eyes.

The wind blows from all over the world, throbbing the flames.

The warmth of the bonfire and the sun made Ning Anan want to lick his paws a little bit, the big tail curled up in front of him, he hugged it and looked, it was still brown.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask the people next to me: "Did you paint me with mud? Why is An'an brown?"

Luo Qingyi turned his face sideways and glanced at him. In his eyes, Ning Anan saw a hairy brown An An.

"Well, brown is more low-key, and white is too obtrusive and easy to make people jealous."

Luo Qingyi's voice was emotionless, as if he was talking about something innocuous, he poked the fish skin that had started to become crispy with a twig, and the delicious aroma of fish meat wafted in the air, "If you don't like it, I will I can paint you black."

Ning Anan imagined it, An An, who had black hair but bright eyes, shook her big ears, "No need, this color is pretty good."

"The fish is ready."

Luo Qingyi didn't want to continue on this issue, so he changed the subject, used another branch, gave him a fork, and took another for himself.

Ning Anan patted Maozhuozao and took it, then looked at him with some confusion: "You want to eat too?"

"If you don't eat, you can't do it. Without spiritual power, you are a useless person. You still have to provide the most basic needs of your body."

Ning An'an suddenly remembered the scene where he was photographed on the stone wall, her nose sore, and a few crystal clear tears fell down suddenly, breaking on the hairy claws unexpectedly, and quickly followed the hairy brown into the flesh.

It feels wet and hot.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?"

Luo Qingyi was stunned for a moment.

"No, nothing, yes, the fish is too hot."

Ning Anan turned her head away, turned her back to him, and gnawed on the fish. There was some fish oil on the hair around her mouth, but he didn't care. He raised his sleeve and wiped it off, and continued to gnaw.

It's nothing, isn't it the same when you're a cat?

Chapter 61 I'll Take You Back To Find Him?

With the passage of time, the rough fur on Ning Anan's body began to become shiny and smooth, it was not so prickly, it felt soft and fluffy, and it was still very greasy.

It's just that his body is always itchy, especially the circle around his neck. He tried to tear off the black collar several times, but Luo Qingyi refused, saying that the collar locked his soul, so he could save his life .

If it was removed, without a panacea, he couldn't guarantee that something irreparable would happen.

The two men had a tacit understanding, neither of them wanted to mention what happened that day, let alone recall the bloody scene, maybe when everything was lost, it was already a luxury to be alive.

Ning An'an spends most of his time lying on his stomach and soaking in the sun, and soaking in the sun will help him recover better, and the fur of cats who love to soak in the sun will also become brighter.

Luo Qingyi usually goes down to the river to catch fish, wash clothes, grill fish, and teach Ning Anan some simple boxing and defense skills. At dusk and sunset, he will boil some hot water in the earthenware pot he made himself. Help Ning Anan clean up the fur.

At night, the two men huddled together in the shabby tree branch house and slept on the same bed. Ning Anan couldn't sleep well, and the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply at night. arch.

There was only one person in Luo Qingyi's arms, and that was Little Spider.

He is always alert when he sleeps, and he is in a serious lying corpse posture, that is the kind of lying flat with his fingers interlocked to protect his lower abdomen, his two long legs straightened together, and his feet slightly apart. If no one disturbs him, he will Stay in this position all night until dawn.

However, she would wake up whenever there was a sign of trouble, and every time she woke up, it was because Ning Anan was lying on his chest, rubbing her hairy little head against his chest.

Muttering vaguely in his mouth: "Big fish...big fish..."

Luo Qingyi didn't know that the big fish was Pei Yiyi, and thought he was greedy for big fish.

It would be very strange to have a humanoid feline on the bed, the hair on his body would always be fluttering and brushing against the solid muscles on his body, it would itch a little, and his heart would also itch.

Such a soft and warm body, even though it was covered with thick fur, still had a sweet and milky smell seeping out, disturbing the air and also disturbing the giant's heartbeat.

In the end, the old-fashioned sleeping position that had remained unchanged for thousands of years finally changed. He turned sideways and held the little guy in his arms, closed his eyes and said softly, "Okay, I will catch a big fish for you tomorrow."

However, the next day, when the delicious big fish was grilled on the rack and passed to Ning An'an, Luo Qingyi noticed the unconcealable sadness slowly flowing in the little guy's eyes.

It was clearly the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, but there seemed to be a thin layer of ice in those beautiful and clear cat pupils.