pick up cats

Song Limian broke into the kitchen, shackled Tong Ming's wrist, and after confirming that the other party was not scratched, he gently pushed Tong Ming out.

He shook his head and took the broom, Tong Ming was leaning against the wall, couldn't help but say "I'll...", but was silent after being pointed at by Song Limian.

Song Limian cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces, tied the black trash can and brought it out the door, and cleaned up the tableware that was missing by a third. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Tong Ming's dejected and slightly apologetic expression, and stood still for a few seconds , the serious face is still not taut.

"It's not your fault," Song Limian said jokingly, shaking the water drops, "It was the bowl that moved first."

He used to say this to the cat that got into trouble, but now he blurted it out in the face of Tong Ming's innocent face.

Tong Ming's expression suddenly became dazed, a little nostalgic and a little lost, but Song Limian didn't notice.

Tong Ming didn't seem to be able to recover from the kitchen disaster, subconsciously said: "It makes sense."

Song Limian raised his eyebrows and looked over.

Tong Ming changed his words sincerely: "...Sorry."

"It's okay." Song Limian rubbed his fingers, stopping the urge to ravage the opponent's hair.

Seeing that Tong Ming was still depressed, he changed the subject thoughtfully: "Are you going to sleep? I just happened to go to the storage room to search things, don't worry about me."

The words "storage room" successfully dispelled Tong Ming's loss and drowsiness, and he instantly regained his energy. He found an incomprehensible lame reason, and forcibly followed him in.

Song Limian just let him go.

Tong Ming looked around curiously, the room was dark, and the room that had not been ventilated for a long time was filled with sawdust and stale smell, Tong Ming couldn't help coughing twice.

Hearing the sound, Song Limian quickly stepped forward and pulled the curtains, and pushed open the only window with a "squeak". The small dust in the air had nowhere to hide in an instant, and was annihilated in the sunlight after a while.

The sun shone around Song Limian who was turning around, and a hazy circle of light appeared. He frowned slightly: "Is it better? If not, I'll go to the living room to talk..."

"No need," Tong Ming said forcefully, "I'm not that delicate."

Song Limian confirmed that Tong Ming didn't feel any discomfort, so he felt relieved to search for things.

"What are you looking for?" Tong Ming squatted in a row with him, and asked with his chin propped up.

Song Limian's coat had some fine dust on his shoulders, and it was very conspicuous with the camel-colored windbreaker. Tong Ming first took a closer look, and sprayed his breath on the other's low neckline, and the people around him seemed to shrink back.

It happened to be boring, and the dust covering Song Limian's body always seemed to be an eyesore, so Tong Ming itched and patted it twice.

The fingertips accidentally brushed against his neck. Compared with the cool fingers, the skin on the side of Song Limian's neck was fragile and hot. The line of his neck was not soft, but it felt as soft as candy.

Tong Ming couldn't help shaking his head.

When he was a cat, he slept next to Song Limian's pillow at night, and his favorite sleeping position was to put the meat pad on Song Limian's neck.

He clearly remembered that Song Limian's skin used to be cool, but for some reason it became hot now, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

Because cats generally have a higher body temperature than humans?

Tong Ming was perplexed, eager to learn more, pasted the entire bracelet on it, and stroked back and forth with the side of his palm, which caused a tremor similar to the wrong pressing of a piano key, and cooperated with the piano box to reveal the mistake sharply.

"Song Limian," Tong Ming whispered unconsciously, "You're so hot."

When the torch was lit, Song Limian's muscles tensed instantly, and his sexy Adam's apple slid back and forth disorderly. Tong Ming faintly heard the sound of swallowing saliva, so he stared at the other side's face in confusion.

Song Limian was originally struggling with a stuck drawer. Tong Ming's strange behavior caused him to be at a loss from the bottom of his heart. Before the other party noticed the strangeness, he used several times his concentration and drew his arms violently. There was a huge muffled noise as they rubbed against each other, and there was an ear-piercing "Zi——" sound.

Before Tong Ming could regain his senses, Song Limian quickly grabbed his wrist with his other hand and tore off his palm forcefully.

He held the slippery and soft wrist in the tiger's mouth, Song Limian froze for a few seconds, and threw it away like a hot hand.

His arm went numb, and Tong Ming's fair skin was very fragile with a circle of red marks. He stared blankly at the people around him with tight jaw line, and his hands and feet began to have no place to rest.

"I..." Song Limian didn't understand why he was so sensitive.

As if he was afraid that Tong Ming would notice his abnormally active carotid artery frequency if he was a second later, Song Limian opened his lips silently, not knowing how to defend himself.

Too close, the air is too suffocating.

Song Limian's eyes flickered, and he was weakly chewing on the gradually stagnant atmosphere. He, who was used to the lively atmosphere, didn't know how to deal with the extraordinary embarrassment, so he had to tightly clasp his other forearm, and wrinkled the expensive windbreaker.

He thought, a handsome straight man who smells like milk all the time shouldn't get too close to a good friend who has come out of the closet and talked flirtatiously.

What if it's not me who is by his side?What if it is someone else with ulterior motives?

Thinking of this, Song Limian was worried and extremely resentful. Amidst the embarrassment, an unknown fire blazed. He didn't know whether he was angry at the other party's flirting, or angry at himself for his lack of concentration, and his heart beat out of order when he was touched twice.

In his fantasy, Tong Ming is a little lamb who has no sense of danger, even if he breaks into a pack of wolves, he doesn't realize it, and loves to bleat next to the scarlet-eyed wolf.

——He thought it was a friendly greeting, but it actually sounded like "Come and eat me" to the hungry wolf's ears.

Song Limian is naturally not that hungry/thirsty, but this does not prevent him from worrying about Tong Ming.

After all, when other people heard about his sexual orientation, they would keep their sense of proportion and refrain from any ambiguous actions, but Tong Ming didn't realize it.

Except for the first few days when he was quiet, he spent the rest of the time sticking to Song Limian willfully, and Song Limian felt all the heat hidden under the calm expression.

Song Limian seemed to have forgotten the anxiety that Tong Ming didn't contact him a while ago, and he was obsessed with the drunken talk he said to save his "friend". Have improper thoughts.

So he turned his head in surprise, wanting to insinuate again and mention that he likes the same sex.

As a result, Tong Ming just happened to put his arms around his knees, his eyes dropped behind the glasses, and he seemed hesitant to speak.

Song Limian lost his temper in an instant.

Tong Ming has been alone for several years, has no friends but only debts, and now he has finally met a familiar peer, and it is normal for him to be unreasonable.

He was a little far away from Tong Ming, and said lightly, "Did I scare you?"

Tong Ming gave a negative answer with a frightened face, his arms were obediently stiff, he curled his fingers, closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

He didn't understand why Song Limian was suddenly angry.

When Tong Ming was a cat, every time he touched Song Limian's skin through the pads, the other party would always smile very gently.

Now in a human body, Tong Ming thought it would be more suitable to get close to Song Limian, but unexpectedly he lost even the chance to touch him.

Fang Zhou said that some human beings hate being touched by unfamiliar people, presumably Song Limian is the same, and thinks from the bottom of his heart that he is not familiar with Tong Ming.

Tong Ming was a little frustrated, and suddenly lost interest in continuing to monitor Song Limian looking for photos of his old lover.

The former little cat thought that he stayed to take care of his master, but in fact, Song Limian had a very good life after his "death".

Tong Ming shamelessly changed his identity and came back to look for him, imitating Song Limian's favorite character, and approached him step by step, but unexpectedly he was not even qualified to touch the other party.

Even the long-lost "missing you" was stolen from Bai Yue. It was something Song Limian couldn't say to Bai Yue, and it didn't belong to Tong Ming.

Song Limian would sit alone all night for a photo of Bai Yue, so that Bai Yue would never forget it, the black cat Tong Ming could lie beside Song Limian and listen to the story anyway, the human Tong Ming thought that Song Limian also needed company today, but was thrown away coldly hand.

Song Limian didn't understand Tong Ming's mental journey, and it was inconvenient to explain why he overreacted just now, so he had to avoid talking about it.

Tong Ming also suppressed the loss in his heart, and quietly asked Song Limian what he was looking for.

"Old classmates' photos." Song Limian pretended not to see the embarrassment under Tong Ming's curled eyelashes, and said in a more judicious tone, "I remember there is a whole stack, which was put in a ziplock bag."

One leg was numb, so he switched to another leg to bear the weight, as if worried about disturbing Tong Ming, he carefully pulled out the drawer.

The grainy wood drawers were empty.

Tong Ming got closer, but the safe distance from Song Limian remained the same, and reminded with sharp eyes: "It's inside."

Song Limian pulled out the old photo album with tricky angles from the innermost part, and said with emotion: "You still have good eyesight."

"En." Tong Ming responded slightly, smiling lightly, but his eyes were not turbulent.

Song Limian quietly stared at the other person's slender left face, his throat was instantly stuck by a fishbone, and he cursed himself eight hundred times.

"you……"

"I'm not happy," Tong Ming said first, "It's quite obvious."

"……right……"

"Don't apologize to me, I'm fine." Tong Ming was determined not to let Song Limian say the whole thing.

He dragged the photo album from Song Limian's arms, put it on his knees and opened it casually, and muttered, "If you really feel sorry, please satisfy my curiosity and tell me why you came here to find photos."

"The ziplock bag is in the iron box on the upper right corner of the wooden table. You clearly noticed it when you passed by, but you didn't stop." Tong Ming ruthlessly revealed.

He flipped through the photo album "哗啦啦" without stopping at any page, and then closed the album without interest, turning his head to gossip: "Is it for someone?"

Song Limian understood that the other party was giving him a step down, but he didn't want to seize this opportunity of exchanging secrets for peace: "It's not for anyone, I just..."

Tong Ming narrowed his eyes, during which the temperature gradually dropped, sharp and cold.

"I'm going to go camping with my old classmates in a while, and someone suggested to bring something related to memories, but I can't think of anything else." Song Limian was dumbfounded, struggling to finish the sentence, "The photos in the ziplock bag are incomplete, so I have to search them all before taking them back. go."

"Oh," Tong Ming said in a straight tone, "Really?"

Song Limian bit the bullet and said yes.

He really didn't have many unspeakable thoughts, but once he said it, the meaning changed, and the other party would definitely misunderstand it.

For some reason, he didn't want to be misunderstood by Tong Ming.