pick up cats

The night is cloudy, and a pantomime is being staged in the tent.

Song Limian didn't move his hands away, and didn't continue to knead those small ears that appeared suddenly. He let his ears rub against his palms, bringing a warm and trembling touch.

The rustling outside gradually subsided, it should be that other people have returned to the tent one after another, ready to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Song Limian maintained the posture of half hugging Tong Ming, the person in his arms was soft and helpless, as if he was trying to escape but was reluctant to escape, he tightened Song Limian's skirt with his fingers, breathing rapidly.

Fireflies flutter their wings in the grass and make a slight sound, and the starlight in the wild is vast. Song Limian is a romantic person at heart, but it is a pity that his romantic feelings often have no place to display. Fortunately, now with Tong Ming, his all-time fantasy finally has a foothold point.

Before entering the tent, he thought about kissing Tong Ming three times first, and if the other party was not in good condition, he would kiss him more restrainedly, and then put his arms around him to coax him to rest.

If Tong Ming is in good condition, then squeeze out his last breath, and then take advantage of the darkness of the night and no one around, drag Tong Ming, who is ashamed to show intimacy in front of outsiders, who may be called a lover, out of the tent.

They can interlock their fingers under the starry sky, and kiss very lightly and long, until the nature is ashamed to kiss, and the night sky is even blush.

This kind of romantic scene will definitely seduce people's honesty, Song Limian can take the opportunity to question him, ask him if he has thought about it, and if he is really willing to fall in love with him.

It's a pity that things backfired.

Now, these lingering and beautiful imaginations were all shattered, Song Limian touched the other party's little secret with one hand, and wrapped his arm around the other party's stiff and shivering back, feeling a little dazed and absurd in his heart.

Only there is no rightful fear.

"Song Limian." Tong Ming called his name in an unsteady voice.

The evening wind rustled against the grass, and the moonlight slumped into the tent, reflecting Song Limian's silhouette as black as his shadow.

Song Limian ignored him, he even breathed lightly, he was more silent than the outsiders in black robes roaming the streets at midnight.

Tong Ming moved his body anxiously, pulling the soft quilt and shaking it, but Song Limian pinned down the quilt corner, forcing Tong Ming to be unable to retreat.

"...Song Limian?" Tong Ming called again in a hoarse voice, his voice seemed to be about to cry, and even the ending sound was faint.

After a while, Song Limian sighed.

Avoiding Tong Ming's small ear in his hair with his right hand, he firmly pressed the back of Tong Ming's head, not allowing him to dodge, then he stretched his arms and fumbled for the tent light button.

Tong Ming tried to stop it, but before it was too late, Song Limian resolutely turned on the light and turned it to the brightest scale——

The drowsiness in the tent suddenly dissipated, and the sight flickered like daylight, clearly reflecting the simple furnishings in the tent and the poor complexions of the two of them.

Tong Ming didn't have time to react, she just closed her eyes tightly.

"Tong Ming," Song Limian finally spoke, and asked calmly, "What is this?"

He no longer hesitated in his palm, and after rubbing the cat's ears for a while, he pinched it with two fingers under the ear's shivering protest, and rubbed it gently a few times.

Tong Ming let out short breaths, and his jaw line became even tighter. His curly eyelashes matched the trembling frequency of the cat's ears, and they became wet and sticky after a while.

A burst of despondency and sadness emerged from his bones, and he fell heavily on Song Limian.

Song Limian lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, stared at the other party for a long time, and sighed silently.

Seeing that Tong Ming didn't open his eyes, Song Limian had no choice but to lean in and kiss the corners of his wet eyes.

"But I have a question for you," Song Limian said helplessly, "Why are you crying?"

"...You didn't mean to ask this." Tong Ming answered dumbly when he was young.

He raised his hand and gently pushed Song Limian away, and opened his eyes.

The determination in the black eyes was too obvious, Song Limian let go of his hands, sat up straight, looked at Tong Ming who hadn't changed much except for the kitty ears in his hair, and then frowned.

He glanced down quickly, saw Tong Ming pulling the quilt up around his waist, and asked, "What do you think I want to ask?"

Tong Ming turned his face away, his neck was stiff, and he refused to answer clearly.

Song Limian was not annoyed either, he stretched his arms calmly, and while Tong Ming wasn't paying attention, he lifted the quilt and grabbed a fluffy black tail from a position close to the pillow.

He didn't look at Tong Ming's expression, just judging from the degree of fur on his tail——

If he hadn't had the foresight to grab the opponent's shoulder first, the opponent would have jumped up and fled along the moonlight.

"Shh," Song Limian made a silent gesture, and said gently, "Don't rush to say it, let me guess."

In order to ease the other party's emotions, Song Limian turned his wrist to look at the furry cat's tail, but did not raise his head: "What are you? A kitten?"

This sounded too flirtatious, and Song Limian wanted to laugh out of place.

Considering the inappropriate atmosphere, he maintained his tone, clasped the nervously raised tail with his jaws, and continued: "I told you, I used to have a black cat..."

When he said this, the black cat's tail straightened again, and at the same time, Tong Ming's breathing suddenly became short of breath.

Song Limian pretended not to notice, and said slowly and tenderly: "The cat passed away later."

"It's still young, and it should live a few more years according to its life expectancy, but the veterinarian told me that it died naturally." Song Limian paused, "It may have been wandering outside for a long time when it was young, and its bones are weak. Let me express my condolences." .”

"I regretted it for a long time. I was in a bad mood, and I went to the bar to get drunk." He smiled, "I really regret it, if only I could care about it more."

His voice gradually became hoarse, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if worried about revealing too much emotion.But his movement of stroking the cat's tail was very gentle, like a belated compensation.

Tong Ming's body also relaxed.

He opened his eyes, looked at Song Limian complicatedly, and opened his lips to say something.

In the end, he didn't speak, but chose to bend the tip of the black tail, and stroked Song Limian's skin with the furry touch.

Song Limian swept away his sorrow, rubbed his tail with his backhand, and continued to recall: "...I was away for a long time at that time, and I was always busy running for others. The cat at home was clingy, and always lost his temper when no one was with him, so he often lost his temper. Climb out the window.

"It always comes home on time at night, a little dirty, but in good spirits. I think it has other friends outside, so it doesn't care too much—"

After a pause, Song Limian said with a wry smile: "—I later found out that there are too many viruses and parasites outdoors, and the kittens are weak, so they are not suitable for breeding at all."

"If you change your home...it will definitely live for a few more years."

Having said that, the memory came to an abrupt end.

Song Limian opened his eyes and looked at Tong Ming, the two saw the same nostalgia and futility in each other's eyes.

After a long time, the little ears hidden in the black hair flicked, and Tong Ming said firmly with thin and pale lips: "You guessed it."

The two were separated by a quilt and an air. Fortunately, Song Limian put one hand on Tong Ming's shoulder and the other hand grabbed his tail, so the sense of distance between the two was easily eliminated.

Tong Ming's tone of voice was half depressed and half relieved, Song Limian lost his mind for a moment, and the last hesitation and resistance disappeared.

When he was young, he nodded and simply repeated: "Well, I guessed it."

He asked again: "If it's not really impossible, are you planning to never tell me?"

Tong Ming pursed his lips and said nothing, but Song Limian could easily see the answer from his evasive head tilt.

His skin is shallow, and the cyan blood vessels in the vulnerable parts are easy to see, which is close to the desire of protection.

Song Limian originally thought that the other party was thin, and suspected that he hadn't eaten properly, but now he looked at Tong Ming's cat ears and tail, and felt that it was normal for the other party to have such a body shape.

Elegant and noble Bombay cats are indeed not easy to gain weight.

Song Limian is not a person who can accept abnormality.

Perhaps love can really dazzle people's minds and drain people's reason. Once the strange events are related to Tong Ming, Song Limian can accept eight points strangely.

It may take time to make up for the remaining two points, but facing Tong Ming's thin figure hiding behind the quilt, he felt that it was not worth worrying about.

The palm resting on Tong Ming's shoulder moved up slowly, and changed to cover Tong Ming's cheek. Tong Ming shrank slightly for a while, but did not escape in the end.

The cool skin was quickly warmed by Song Limian's palm, and Song Limian straightened the opponent's face, forcing him to look at him.

"Hiding for what?" He said softly, and gradually approached, taking off the other person's glasses.

He stared at those bewitching vertical pupils, and the two breathed intertwinedly: "Does it mean that if you change back to a cat, you won't be good at speaking human words?"

After saying that, he bit his thin lips, but the action was not for kissing, but more for appeasement, he only sucked for two seconds and then let go.

He pressed his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I really don't want to, just like before, just let me hear 'meow'."

Tong Ming's ears were instantly stained red, without the cover of the gold-rimmed glasses, his subtle expressions were completely invisible.

He showed an embarrassing and tense look, ignored Song Limian's deliberately lowered magnetic voice and molesting remarks, and let Song Limian rub his lips for a while, moistening his dry thin lips again.

Tong Ming remained silent throughout the whole process, only giving up resistance and allowing the kiss.

Song Limian was aroused by the casual suggestion, and in order to dispel the remaining tension in the atmosphere, he kissed Tong Ming several times.

The hot breath sprayed Tong Ming and closed his lips tightly, asking him repeatedly, is it okay, okay.

Tong Ming's cat ears were worn down, his tail was loosely placed on Song Limian's wrist, the moon was sinking, and the morning glow slowly spread to his cheeks, and the thin lips that had been pressed for a long time finally lost their strength.

Song Limian took the opportunity to get the tip of his tongue into the gap between his lips, pried open the white teeth, licked the palate and the surface of the tongue, and gently absorbed the soft heat of the other's mouth.

Tong Ming's uneasiness was finally appeased.

The kiss ended when the two were about to suffocate.

The panting eased, Tong Ming avoided his eyes, and said softly and tremblingly with the wet lips: "... Meow."

Song Limian originally wanted to say something, but his thoughts were shattered by this unexpected cuteness.

His Adam's apple rolled, his hot breath slowly ironed the bridge of Tong Ming's nose, and his palm restrainedly fell from his cheeks back to his shoulders, slid to his spine, and stroked all the way to his tailbone.

Because of the abrupt appearance of the fluffy cat tail, Tong Ming's outer pants and inner pants couldn't fit well, so he had to pull down a part.

Song Limian's throat was dry, and he used his fingers to touch the traces of the smooth skin being stretched, and then played with the cat's tail familiarly, from the root to the tail.

After playing for a while, he stretched out his arms and turned off the tent lights.

The dark environment can easily induce courage, Song Limian is eager to get rid of the remaining sense of unreality, and is full of thoughts of getting closer to Tong Ming.

He needs to use the body temperature passed by the other party at close range to prove that the moment is real, to prove that no matter what Tong Ming's identity is, he can hug and kiss him, even extremely lingering.

He needs to prove that everything is fine, that feelings are strong, that the sun is beautiful and the wind is peaceful, and that there is nothing to worry about.

Either way, at least he's got a lover he wants to treat with all his heart, and he's got his lost cat back.

Song Limian was thinking wildly, but he couldn't grasp the strength, and his fingertips slid across the sensitive nerve endings roughly. Tong Ming didn't know if he was hurt, so he yanked his tail back.

The fluffy cat's tail drooped in frustration at first, and then was sandwiched between the legs as Tong Ming swayed his body.

That's the cat's usual position when it's helpless.

"Song Limian," he lowered his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "are you afraid?"