pick up cats

After returning home, Song Limian took a sloppy shower, opened his clothes and stood in the kitchen to warm himself up with soup.

The cold water drops snaked down along the muscle texture, and finally sank into the loose shorts stuck on the pelvis. Song Limian didn't dry his hair, and his brown hair was wet into a ball, but it wasn't very ugly.

The phone that had been silent for a long time vibrated, and Song Limian touched the phone that turned on automatically from the gray-black countertop, and took a closer look with sleepy eyes.

A WeChat message.

He yawned, turned off the gas stove, and lazily unlocked the phone with one hand. Because his brain was not clear, he even entered the wrong password a few times.

For the third time, he patiently entered letters one by one while reading, and the screen turned around anyway.

Tong Ming: You only think of me when you're drunk?

Song Limian took a long time to react, and vaguely remembered the news sent in the restaurant. He didn't think there was anything wrong, but under the influence of alcohol, his brain became excited for no reason.

He seemed to be rolling in an airtight five-color cotton candy, no matter what position he changed, he couldn't use his strength, so he had to lean against the refrigerator, letting his thoughts stagnate, and his fingers danced as if they had their own thoughts.

His mind was occupied by alcohol, and his mouth was slightly bitter. Song Limian couldn't help but want to make some sweet sentences to neutralize his astringent taste buds.

It didn't take long for the brain to finish the sentence, and Song Limian wanted to express it, just like the drunken poets in ancient times, they always expressed something in a dizzy state in order to relieve their feelings.

The input method turned on the simulated mechanical keyboard sound, and Song Limian "clicked clicked" to match the rhythm, and sent out the words that had been hovering for a long time.

It wasn't until he woke up the next day that he woke up moaning with his arms over his eyes, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, only then did he realize that he was drifting away last night, talking nonsense while drunk.

Song Limian: No, I was thinking about you before I was drunk, but I dared to say it when I was drunk.

The person who sent the message achieved his goal and fell asleep soundly, while the person who received the message was sleepless and tossed and turned.

Tong Ming put on a long white liner, the hem barely covered the pubic bone, exposing the edge of the trouser legs of the boxer pants, and the thigh muscles flowed smoothly.

With one leg straight and the other curled up, he sat on the sofa and squeezed his thin lips tightly.

There was no one else in the room, so he didn't have to hide the strangeness in his pupils. Thousands of emotions flickered in his dark eyes. Apart from that, Tong Ming didn't make any other unnecessary expressions.

He curled his thumb, tapped, slid, and repeatedly opened the message interface, his eyes always falling to the last sentence.

Song Limian's sudden teasing made his body function abnormally. There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. On the top of his head covered with soft black hair, there were two jet-black cat ears standing at the moment.

In fact, he doesn't have much mood swings, but he is definitely not indifferent. Tong Ming knows very little about human emotions. He only knows that human beings love to torture themselves with thousands of emotions, and take pleasure in it.

Tong Ming doesn't quite understand the lifestyle of asking for trouble, but also thinks that those low-level animals that only know how to fill their stomachs and reproduce are not very interesting.

He pulled his eyes away from the sticky memory, and the word "missing you" was always burning in his heart.

It's not a constant scalding, but a slow fire. At first, Song Limian's sudden abnormality made Tong Ming restless, always worried that the other party lost his mind because of meeting his old lover.

Tong Ming walked around the room three times anxiously, and after four or ten minutes, he gradually calmed down.

Organs that do not belong to humans stand on the head and hang behind the tailbone, as evidence that Tong Ming was emotionally disturbed not long ago.

He tried to take them back in a bit of annoyance, but unfortunately he couldn't find the right way, rubbing, rubbing, pressing, pressing, all of them didn't work.

He pressed the left ear, and the right ear stood up happily, tossing like a seesaw. The tufts of fluff were flooded with golden light under the sunlight, rooted in the black hair, and visually blended together, invisiblely weakening Tong Ming's people's sense of distance.

Tong Ming secretly competed for a while, but in the end he had no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, he doesn't plan to go out recently.

Tong Ming's back bent in frustration, and he subconsciously fell back to the sofa. His black and translucent tail had no time to dodge, and was firmly pressed down. Tong Ming later realized that after getting used to the human body, he couldn't flexibly control the beast's tail.

He changed his position aggrievedly. When lying on his side, his neckline was slanted to one side, revealing his collarbone and a piece of fair skin below. His thick black tail flicked listlessly, looking pitifully like a little killer whale thrown into the lake.

The screen turned off automatically, Tong Ming continued to press the button, and the word "Miss you" in the dialog box dangled back and forth between the pupils.

It's not that Song Limian hasn't told him how much he misses.

Perhaps it was this feeling of being trapped in memories that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When Tong Ming was still a bad cat with a withdrawn temperament, Song Limian took him into a strange big house by showing off his cuteness.

It is good at climbing, its body is soft, and the space filled with furniture is very suitable for it to hide and seek, so Song Limian can hardly see its shadow except during the feeding time.

Once Song Limian forgot to prepare food, Tong Ming sullenly got out from under the bed, hugged Song Limian's finger and bit it.

He understood human preferences, so he didn't bite hard, but pretended to be hard. The row of small tooth marks on the side of the index finger made Song Limian dumbfounded, and Tong Ming got a bag of Miaoxian Bao.

Since then, in order to show his sense of presence, Tong Ming occasionally rubbed the table legs with paw prints, and was knocked over several vases, like planting a flag in the center of his own land.

At that time Song Limian was reticent, but caring enough.

Small bowls of various colors were arranged in a row. Tong Ming walked to the white bowl with flowers, squatted on the ground and raised his head and let out a "meow". Since then, he has obtained his exclusive eating bowl.

The water glass is always full, the cat's litter is soft and warm, and the temporary shelter used for shelter is gradually accepted by Tong Ming.

Song Limian has many friends, the phone rings three or four times a day, and friends who are in a bad mood will disturb him at various inconvenient times. Song Limian is not annoyed even after washing, he pulls out a new dress from the closet, and prepares the cat Grain, just dressed in the moonlight and went away chicly.

One day Tong Ming was really bored, so he followed Song Limian along the red bricks on the catwalk on tiptoe.

He saw Song Limian sitting in front of the barbecue stall, with his legs spread apart leisurely, his sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing the indistinct tattoo on his left arm, and a pack of unopened cigarettes on his right.

The wine glass in front of him was always full, and the person complaining on the opposite side kept chattering. Song Limian gently comforted him, and then secretly ate a mouthful of fragrant cumin potatoes.

Waiting for the person on the opposite side to calm down, he drank the wine bottle cursingly, and began to greet Song Limian to go to the next stop for a nightlife.

Song Limian slowly wiped off the peppercorns from the corner of his mouth, and said in a moderate voice, "Next time, the cat is still waiting for me at home."

Tong Ming, who was called out suddenly, squinted his eyes, jumped off the wall and disappeared into the night, before Song Limian went home one step at a time.

Afterwards, one person and one cat really got to know each other, and Song Limian never returned home all night.

No matter what the trouble was, he would push the security door open before midnight fully fell.

Tong Ming always pricked up his ears when Song Limian stepped on the first stairs, jumped to the door when he reached the second floor, and then squatted behind the door when Song Limian "clicked" to open it, shaking his hair to welcome the only owner.

Song Limian always showed his iconic smile immediately, he was taller, even taller for Tong Ming who was still a small animal, but when he was short and looked down, Tong Ming felt that they were the same kind .

"I'm so tired today." He would hug the little pet into his arms, bury his face in his warm and undulating belly, and murmur, "I miss you."

Tong Ming withdrew his thoughts, picked up his clothes and waved his hands into his stomach to caress. It seemed that he could still touch Song Limian's not-so-soft hair.

If possible, Tong Ming would like to turn back into Song Limian's little pet right now, squatting in front of him, raise his head and lick the back of Song Limian's hand, showing his miss with an absolutely natural posture.

Instead of pretending to be a wriggly human being.

Tong Ming once noticed that Song Limian was of medium build, with slender fingers, only the back of his hand with blue blood vessels was faintly visible, Tong Ming couldn't help but lick the back of his hand, making the other's skin wet.

Song Limian loves to be clean, but he is very indulgent towards pets, he will stare at it gently, and wait for it to lick enough before saying: "It's so clingy."

Tong Ming didn't know whether it was approval or dislike, so she vigilantly "meowed", and Song Limian smiled and touched its head, and said softly, "It's okay to stick a little more. I like the feeling of being needed by someone."

Tong Ming didn't quite understand, so he meowed a few times.

But for some reason, since he and Song Limian shared the same language, many words became difficult to say.

This is probably what humans call shame.

Tong Ming rolled over, the cloth hung on his thin body shamelessly, and was rubbed so hard that it couldn't cover anything.

He was lying on the sofa with his chin on the armrest of the sofa. His two long, straight legs were only wearing shorts, and his calf was still standing up and dangling. A furry black tail also followed the frequency and kept swinging.

His brows and eyes are full of tangles.

Tong Ming recently tried to distance himself from Song Limian with an indifferent tone, mainly to prevent the other party from being overly enthusiastic, breaking into the rental house, and then being frightened enough by Tong Ming's cat tail.

Perhaps because of staying in the human body for a long time, Tong Ming gradually became infected with emotions and desires, with extremely frequent emotional ups and downs, and frequent errors in body functions.

Some time ago, he felt that his body was dirty, so he opened the vertical pupils again.

He used to love Song Limian the most, stroking his spine with warm and wide palms, rubbing his hair, and finally soothing his belly.

Tong Ming thought that turning into a human body would be no different, until Song Limian bathed himself a few times.

Under Tong Ming's command, wet fingers lingered all the way, and the slightly callused fingertips were like an oven for casting spells. The water temperature was clearly adjusted to be cold enough, but it was still not cool enough. Tong Ming was shivering from the heat of his fingertips.

At first, he just felt awkward when Song Limian stroked his lower body, but afterward, Tong Ming felt that something was wrong, he couldn't breathe smoothly, and ugly goosebumps appeared on his skin.

What troubled Tong Ming even more was the ears and tail that popped out from time to time after the body was messed up.

After being controlled, Song Limian's eyes were dull, but his face was still engraved with gentleness. Tong Ming was distracted a few times, his mouth was dry and his tongue was very dry, so he had to scribble the end, and wiped Song Limian's memory patiently, wrapped in moisture all over his body.

After the last shared bath, Tong Ming held the hair dryer in his hand, blowing wildly while distracted, raising his arms extremely sorely, and finally came to a conclusion——

Bare human beings without fur protection are too fragile to be injured even after taking a bath.

No wonder I had to dare to agree to bathe with others so easily.

Tong Ming was too bored, and his immunity was declining day by day. Later, as long as Song Limian said something that aroused his mood swings when sending a message, Tong Ming's ears and tail would immediately pop out, like eager seeds in the fertile spring soil.

Helpless, Tong Ming could only postpone the meeting with Song Limian again and again.

Unexpectedly, Song Limian didn't come to the door, instead of talking, he happily met up with his old lover, and he was stimulated by talking about something, so he came to have a simulated love talk with Tong Ming.

Tong Ming gave a heavy "tsk", the erect cat ears gradually drooped down, and the tail also stopped being excited, and stopped flicking it spontaneously.

Not long after, the beast-like traits shrank back, and Tong Ming fell on the sofa, his elbow poking into a sunken surface, the leather felt sticky to his skin, as if his mouth and nose were covered by a wet towel that hadn't been wrung out in time .

For some reason, the orange flavor that he hates the most came out on the tip of his tongue.

Sour, quite astringent.

Fortunately, the photo was burned, Tong Ming's eyelashes drooped, and he threw away the phone.