pick up cats

Song Limian didn't know how the other party had this illusion.

He had lifted the thin quilt a long time ago, and the quilt was lying lazily on Tong Ming's lap, revealing Tong Ming's fluffy cat tail which was sometimes raised up and sometimes drooped in frustration.

Song Limian thought of the cat meme he saw on the Internet some time ago, a world-weary cat leaning against the wall, staring at its wagging tail in a daze, very similar to Tong Ming's appearance at this time.

"It's scary." Song Limian's voice was steady, as indifferent as if he was talking about the weather.

Tong Ming showed the expected expression, then his jaw line tightened, his neck bent a few more degrees, and he said "En" very softly.

"That's why I dare not say." Tong Ming didn't raise his head, moved his hips and swung his tail out, and then hid it tightly behind him. Three seconds later, he sat back unsteadily.

The small cat ears drooped at some point, hidden among the thick black hair of human beings, and it was hard to detect without looking carefully.

"If I were still a cat, you would definitely be willing to keep me." Tong Ming spoke more and more slowly, as if he was considering his words, "If I were an ordinary person, you probably wouldn't drive me away."

"I thought I could stay longer." Tong Ming choked for a moment, then closed his shallow eyelids, and said quietly, "Although it will be a matter of time to wait longer."

The two stalemate in silence for a while.

Tong Ming didn't look at Song Limian, he was a little tired, both physically and mentally.

The heavy bricks and tiles piled up on his heart, forcing the newly sprouted seedling to bend its waist and destroy its roots. His heart was extremely calm, a little desolate.

During the day, when he was hot all over, he knew something was wrong, but he still had time to think about it, wondering if he could sleep well in Song Limian's arms again tonight.

Since losing his cat body, he has never had the opportunity to enjoy this kind of treatment, so that every day and night now is much more difficult than that period of warming each other.

Unexpectedly, there will be more difficult moments in the future.

Maybe it's because he's been burning for a long time, his arms are limp at the moment, exhausted, and his muscles are sore to protest. This kind of situation is very suitable for acting like a baby, but maybe he won't have this chance again.

Tong Ming's brain was rusted, and he was dull looking forward to staying awake. In this way, the late night would be dragged on longer, and the time of parting would be dragged further away.

He propped up his shoulders, his back stretched out a very firm line, pretending to be okay.

Song Limian interrupted his thoughts suddenly, and concluded in a cold tone: "Tong Ming, you don't understand what I'm afraid of."

Tong Ming turned his face away, wanting to say that I know.

It's just that the answer was too desperate, so he would rather pretend not to know.

He didn't become a cat demon based on his own will. It's just that nature never gave any creature a chance to choose. Every time fate came to give him a gift, he had to be grateful and accept it with sincerity.

It's ridiculous to say that countless animals want to become demons, for a longer lifespan, and for more privileges, while embracing the one in ten million lucky Tong Ming, they just want to continue nestling beside Song Limian and be an ordinary animal. And short-lived cat, until the end of life.

But he couldn't help it, fate chose him, he was destined to become the alien that Song Limian feared, and he was destined to face parting.

He chewed carefully the dull pain in his heart from being scratched by a rusty knife, and now Song Limian's calmness was a million times better than he imagined——

Tong Ming didn't dare to ask for more.

"Stop talking." He bent his legs, buried his forehead to his knees, and wrapped his tail loosely around himself, as if refusing to communicate with the outside world.

He whispered: "I will leave before you wake up tomorrow. Don't make it so embarrassing."

Perhaps it was Tong Ming's unscrupulous words that angered the other party, Song Limian's air pressure fell eight degrees in an instant, and the rare sharpness came out from his bones, stabbing the curled up Tong Ming to pieces.

"Tong Ming," Song Limian ordered, "raise your head."

Tong Ming ignored him, as stubborn as a rock.

Song Limian repeated it again.

Tong Ming stubbornly didn't move, his figure only flinched for a while, and soon became still again.

It's a pity that his toughness is still useless in front of Song Limian.

Soon, Song Limian stretched out his hand, forcefully pulled his arm away, forced his palm between his chin and knee, and forced Tong Ming to look up.

Song Limian pinched his chin hard with his fingertips, and Tong Ming's fair skin, which was so fair that it was almost transparent, turned red soon.

He had no choice but to look at Song Limian.

Song Limian's expression was not angry, mocking, or cold.

He looked down with a complex expression, forcing himself to look at him with empty eyes, and when he was young, he frowned and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tong Ming closed his eyes and did not answer.

He wanted to popularize the other party's science. Only inferior creatures abandoned by human society are called ghosts. Monsters are more than two grades higher than ghosts.

But because he was too depressed, he didn't argue with Song Limian.

"Are you going to run away before I wake up?" Song Limian's voice was faint, suppressing a huge amount of self-mockery, he moved his face closer, and his hot breath rushed in unsuspectingly, "Tong Ming, how many times are you going to say goodbye to me without saying goodbye?"

Tong Ming's expression flickered, and he muttered a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

The four lips fit together when they were young, Song Limian didn't seem to be kissing, but more like punishing.

He didn't invade his mouth with the tip of his tongue, nor did he taste it lightly, he took Tong Ming's trembling thin lips in his mouth, grabbed it roughly, and bit it open.

The rust smell quickly spread to the tip of the tongue, Tong Ming was not used to this kind of spicy but not sweet kiss, so he could not help but "hiss".

Song Limian, who was on the verge of losing control, just regained his sanity, pecked lightly, and let Tong Ming go.

With his hand still attached to Tong Ming's face, he rubbed the skin vigorously with the side of his palm, and warned in a deep voice: "...you'd better not tell me, you can say goodbye to me now."

Tong Ming closed his eyes and gasped for breath, but did not answer.

His lips were red and moist, a small cut was covering it brightly, and there were light red fingerprints left on the skin of his jaw, which evoked his embarrassment with desire/thoughts.

Song Limian watched silently, the tight string in his brain unavoidably loosened a little.

Too bad it wasn't enough.

The passionate kiss didn't help much, Song Limian's eyes were still cold and complicated.

"Okay, then let me ask you." Tong Ming closed his eyes and asked in a hopeless tone, "Can I not leave?"

"If I choose to stay..." His tone was soft, but the question was pressed, "Do I have to endure that you are afraid of me?"

Song Limian didn't answer immediately, but Tong Ming raised the corners of his lips as expected, and then it fell flat for a moment.

After a long time, when Tong Ming's skin returned to normal, Song Limian apologized silently.

His tone slowed down, he touched Tong Ming's broken lower lip with his fingertips, and asked him if it hurt.

Tong Ming shook his head, the green on the thin white eyelids matched with the quivering eyelashes on the feathers, painted a distressed color in front of Song Limian's eyes.

Song Limian's burst of anger caused by restlessness receded in an instant.

He gave up and seemed to embrace Tong Ming, pressed his back shoulder, and called in his ear: "Tong Ming..."

"I'm not afraid of your identity." He hugged the other party tightly, but still didn't deepen his strength enough, then tilted his head and kissed the other party's sensitive ears, hesitantly said, "I'm worried that I won't be able to keep you."

Tong Ming's body trembled slightly, but he didn't answer.

"You left as soon as you said you would." Song Limian pressed his eyes to Tong Ming's shoulder, took a deep breath, and said in an unsteady tone, "It's hard to come back, just keep hiding it from me, why did you mention you want to leave again?"

"I..." Tong Ming was dumbfounded.

Song Limian "hush", rubbed his palms on the tailbone, and a tail was voluntarily wrapped around it.

"It's finally here." He pinched the fluffy tail with his backhand, and his tone was as soft as a sigh blowing in the wind, "How could I drive you away?"

The two of them couldn't see the stars in the end, but they squatted outside in the night while all the creatures were fast asleep, washed them with mouthwash, and then lay back on the bed.

Tong Ming lay down first, he hadn't been able to get out of the state just now, so he seemed extraordinarily taciturn. When Song Limian came in and zipped it up, he turned his head and saw that the other party was motionless, occupying most of the seat.

Song Limian walked over on his knees, put his hands on the side of the opponent's body, buried his head and kissed his forehead.

The fragrance of the same mouthwash soothed Tong Ming's confusion very well. Tong Ming regained his strength, and after a while, it was like a tumbling sushi roll, moving a bit in 360 degrees.

Song Limian lay down on Yu Wen's place, surrounded Tong Ming, and asked him if he was cold.

Tong Ming shook his head in a restless state, but Song Limian still chose to pull half of the quilt away, instructing the other party to press the quilt tightly, and then tucked the corner of the quilt for him, so that he could sleep on his side safely.

"It's all taken back?" In the darkness, Song Limian touched the opponent's head, and pressed the position of the opponent's tailbone through the quilt.

When Tong Ming trembled for a while, he whispered "En".

"It's a pity, I wanted to sleep with my tail in my arms." Song Limian muttered half-truthfully, "It will grow back next time, remember to remind me."

Tong Ming understood that he said this on purpose to prove that he didn't mind these obtrusive little things, even though the method was deliberate, Tong Ming still enjoyed it.

He squeezed his warm body into Song Limian's embrace, and said "OK" softly.

The two had a lingering posture, but unfortunately they couldn't get a good night's sleep as they wished.

Because they were not used to sleeping with other people, the two of them changed their positions several times, but finally they managed to sleep barely.

In the middle of the night, both of their shoulders were sore and their legs were numb, but neither of them wanted to let go of each other first.

Tong Ming woke up three times on the way, and every time he barely moved his body, Song Limian would wake up suddenly.

The light sleep in the second half of the night always caused a splitting headache, and I couldn't relax for a long time. Song Limian subconsciously tightened his arms, and he couldn't control the strength when he was half asleep and half awake, and Tong Ming was almost out of breath.

Tong Ming pressed against Song Limian's ear, and slowly said "I won't go" several times, Song Limian just woke up like a dream and said "En", he relaxed and asked hoarsely: "What's wrong?"

His muscular arms were wrapped around Tong Ming's waist, and above that was a crumpled and thin quilt. Most of the quilt was wrapped around Tong Ming's body, and only the pitiful little half was draped over Song Limian's lower abdomen.

Tong Ming struggled for a while, shared the quilt as half of one person, and said briefly: "...hot."

"The temperature is so cold now," Song Limian reacted for a while, put the back of his hand against his forehead, then wiped the sweaty side of his neck, and asked worriedly, "Is it still hot?"

"No, I'm not uncomfortable." Tong Ming was silent for a few seconds, then put her hand into the bed.

He hesitated for a moment, and circled his arms a few times, but still didn't grab it. He reminded in an uncomfortable voice: "There is something on the leg, and it is hot."