pick up cats

Just before dawn, Song Limian woke up thirsty.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the heat, Tong Ming didn't stay peacefully in his arms, but lay back on his side.

Song Limian admired the sleeping face of his boy friend when he was young, then squeezed his numb arms, got up carefully, put on Tong Ming's pajamas and went to the kitchen to pour water for a drink.

When he came back slowly wiping the water from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, he happened to see a ray of morning light fall on Tong Ming's thin white eyelids.

But after not staring for a few minutes, Tong Ming spread out and lay in the middle of the bed, the light happened to squeeze through the unclosed curtains, and fell on the sheet where Tong Ming was, casting irregular patterns on Tong Ming's pretty face.

After being together, Tong Ming's skin gradually became less pale. Against the backdrop of the light, his skin revealed an itchy pink, and the fine hairs were illuminated by the light, making him look extraordinarily well-behaved.

The shadow of the bridge of Tong Ming's nose fell on the pillow towel, smudged into a tall shape, his temper was not as good when he was asleep as when he was awake, and he was frowning at this moment, and grabbed a few times with his right hand that was originally held in vain.

He caught a messy quilt, and impatiently pulled the corner of the quilt up, then buried his head and burrowed into the quilt, like a little vampire afraid of light.

Song Limian was overwhelmed by the cuteness of this scene, and really wanted to look at it a few more times, but after thinking about it, he was worried that Tong Ming would be bored, so he quickly stepped forward and dragged him out, and kissed his eyelids like a child.

Tong Ming, who was originally reluctant, immediately settled down.

Song Limian threw away his pajamas, pushed Tong Ming's round shoulders, and the other party obediently rolled back to make room for him.

Song Limian lay back on the warm and sunken bed sheet stained with the fragrance of grape-flavored shower gel, pressed the other person's face to his broad chest, and covered the light with his back tightly.

Tong Ming found a familiar scent, sniffed it, then bent her legs with peace of mind, and continued to sleep deeply with her knees pressed against the warm skin.

I don't know whether it was because he was so distressed that he couldn't sleep in the first half of the night, or because it was too easy to wear down his will holding his beloved cat, Song Limian didn't wake up until noon the next day.

Tong Ming, who had a good night's sleep, woke up a little earlier, but with his cat physique, he couldn't maintain a good mental state during the day, and the feeling of being hugged by his lover was too comfortable, so he only raised his eyelids to estimate the time, and continued to lie in the warm Dozing off in my arms.

When he opened his eyes for the second time, Song Limian had finished washing and washing, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing his hands and playing a game of interlocking fingers.

"...Morning." Tong Ming said in a hoarse voice, obviously unwilling to get up with squinted eyes.

Song Limian usually has a regular schedule, and once he sleeps his head will easily get dizzy. In addition, he has been overindulging in sex recently, so he can't help but worry about his body.

Recently, he often thinks about the lifespan of the cat demon, and feels that it is too hypocritical to ask, so he refrained from saying it, just deceiving himself and running on the treadmill for 10 minutes every day.

He replied "Morning" and was about to pull Tong Ming up, but Tong Ming obviously didn't cooperate.

Song Limian was reluctant to pull too hard, after all, Tong Ming's arms were thin and slender, and seemed to be easily broken if he was not careful, so he had to use the old method, leaning down and biting Tong Ming's lip.

After being kissed softly, Tong Ming took the initiative to raise his neck to chase Song Limian's lips, and Song Limian grabbed his back and gently hugged him.

"Get up." He withdrew the tip of his tongue and pecked again.

Tong Ming dissatisfied with a snort, wrapped his hands softly around the back of his neck, and continued to ask for kisses, he licked the seam of Song Limian's lips with the soft tip of his tongue, and pulled Song Limian down with force with his arms.

Song Limian bent his upper body helplessly, thinking to himself, I don't know if he did it on purpose.

"Why are you so fond of acting like a baby?" He asked helplessly.

Sleeping for a long time is not good for your health. Song Limian, who has reached the age of health preservation, decided not to condone his little lover's bad habits, so he bent his knees with one hand, and turned around with the other supporting him.

Tong Ming sat on his lap and opened his eyelids. His eyes were sleepy and full of dissatisfaction. He was dazed for a while, then bit Song Limian's chin in retaliation, and said dejectedly, "...he got up."

As soon as the words fell, he was about to move his hips away from the opponent's legs.

Song Limian glanced at him, pulled Tong Ming back, bit his ear and forced him to put on his slippers and not allow him to step on the floor barefoot.

Tong Ming was reluctant, and obeyed.

Seeing that Tong Ming still didn't speak, Song Limian sighed, rubbed the tip of his nose against his pinkish ears from behind, and said, "Okay, don't get angry. Didn't you agree to move things today?"

Tong Ming seemed to have just remembered this, and was too embarrassed to continue making trouble and practice acting like a baby.

He let Song Limian pull the clothes and put them on for him. After the fluffy black hair came out of the neckline, he hesitated and muttered: "...All right."

Together they went to the rental house to pack their luggage.

In fact, there are not many things in all, the house is basically the sundries left by Song Limian, and even the few pieces of clothes were sent by Tong Mingtuo Fangzhou, who did not understand human society at the time.

Tong Ming folded her arms in silence for a few seconds, squatting down to pick up the messy clothes in the closet intact, and stuff them into the bag in one breath.

Sensing his thoughts, Song Limian hurried over to pat him on the shoulder, and said helplessly, "I'll do it."

He worked hard, folded the items for Tong Ming and put them in boxes, Tong Ming was also happy to be idle, sitting by the bed to relax.

"This one..." Song Limian suddenly asked after a short silence, then choked up again, and commented, "It looks familiar."

Tong Ming turned his head, blinked his eyes very slowly, and said "ah" in embarrassment, and the two legs that were swaying back and forth in boredom stopped shaking.

"Did you wear this when you first met me?" Song Limian recalled.

"……kindness."

He slowly folded the baseball uniform and put it on the top of the clothes pile, closed the suitcase and zipped it up, and asked, "When you first became a human, you must have no clothes on, right?"

Tong Ming's back was stiff, and he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Roll", Song Limian stood up the bag and pushed it against the wall, and sat back beside Tong Ming again.

The mattress sank a bit, and he turned Tong Ming's face around, staring at Tong Mingyu's trembling eyelashes with a funny look, rubbing his fingertips and tightening his jaw line and asked: "Tong Ming, you don't go out naked, do you?"

Tong Ming didn't open her eyes, subconsciously retorted: "How is that possible."

"Then where did you get the clothes?" There was a playful flash in his usually gentle eyes, and he said calmly, "The first time we met, I thought this coat looked familiar, but I didn't remember it at the time."

Tong Ming's facial muscles moved.

"My cat seems to be learning badly." Song Limian pretended to sigh, paying attention to Tong Ming's expression to turn over old accounts, "I used to steal cat food and run away from home, but later even the owner's clothes were—"

Tong Ming's neck was flushed as if he couldn't hold it back, and he looked ashamed and angry. He pressed his fists nervously against his thighs, and begged in a low voice, "...don't say it."

Song Limian fell silent.

He glanced down, and his fingertips followed the jaw line to Tong Ming's chin, pinching his white skin to coax Tong Ming to turn his head back.

When Tong Ming had to look at Song Limian again, he no longer saw the teasing in those eyes, but only saw the familiar gentle smile.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet, which made Song Limian's hoarse voice very moving. He said slowly, "But it's fine now, I belong to you."

Seeing that Tong Ming's back gradually softened, Song Limian continued: "Everything I have belongs to you, you can take it openly, or you can ask me for it openly."

After saying these romantic words, he let go of Tong Ming's chin and dropped his arms, and then forcefully opened Tong Ming's clenched fist.

He scratched the tender flesh of Tong Ming's palm with his fingertips, and added, "I'm willing to give anything. It's just a piece of clothing, don't be so nervous."

After moving the suitcase into the trunk, the car drove out of the underground parking lot. When passing by the cat cafe, Song Limian stopped and temporarily turned off the engine.

Tong Ming followed him out of the car.

Pushing open the glass door, the familiar "Welcome" sounded in my ears, and a girl came out in waiter clothes to greet her, her business-like tone turned into a surprise in a second.

Song Limian raised his hand to say hello, and asked gently, "Is Brother Fat there?"

"Yes, yes." The girl hurriedly greeted them to sit on the quiet sofa in the back.

She picked up the puppet cat who was looking curiously at the side, put it on Tong Ming's thigh, and said with the plastic-wrapped order list: "Please wait a moment, I'll call him right away."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, leaving behind the puppet cat who realized something was wrong, lying on Tong Ming's lap, and its white hair gradually exploded.

"What did you do?" Song Limian raised his eyebrows, took the puppet cat over, put it on the sofa to comfort him, "Why are you so afraid of you?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm quite friendly to them." Tong Ming handed over the trouble, leaned on the back of the sofa lazily, clasped his hands lazily, and explained, "But there is no way. The animals after becoming demons are at the top of the food chain. These guys It's easy to tremble when you kiss me."

"...Then you worked so long at that time, didn't you scare them all?"

"It should be," Tong Ming narrowed his eyes without guilt, "otherwise, why do people love to say that I have an animal relationship, and all the cats in the store will be obedient once I come to the store?"

Tong Ming's ending voice was still full of pride, Song Limian was angry and funny, he rubbed the puppet cat, and asked: "Then why is this cat coming to you specifically?"

"The eyes are not good." Tong Ming didn't take it seriously, and analyzed, "It was the same way before, and when I was far away, it was easy for me to be mistaken for the same kind, looking for me everywhere—"

"——but when they climb up my legs, they will find something wrong again, and struggle to jump down." Tong Ming's tone was flat, but the content of his speech seemed to be self-deprecating, "Basically, this kind of thing happens every few days. thing."

Song Limian: "... Their brains were donated by goldfish, right?"

Just as you were chatting with each other, Fat Brother came over with two cups of freshly ground coffee. Song Limian waved his hand and drove the lazy puppet cat off the sofa to let it play by itself.

"Why are you free to come to my place today?" Fat Brother sat beside him and asked with a smile.

"Come to say goodbye to you. By the way, according to our original habits, you have to help me pay attention to the nearby tenants." Song Limian said slowly.

The fat brother showed a clear expression, and he couldn't help but cast a glance at Tong Ming who was opposite him from the corner of his eye, and then responded repeatedly.

After leaving the store, Tong Ming sat in the passenger seat and obediently asked Song Limian to fasten his seat belt. After a while, he grabbed the belt on his chest and asked, "How long did he know about our relationship?"

"I said so. Otherwise, what do you think... the reason for dismissing you last time?" Song Limian turned the car key and replied as he waited for the car to warm up.

"What is it?" Tong Ming asked sincerely.

"You don't have time to go to work, you're too busy." Song Limian recalled that he didn't realize that he was like a straight man who coaxed his wife to resign for the family. "Busy dating me."

Fortunately, Tong Ming is a cat who is used to eating and waiting to die, and feeds himself with cuteness, so he didn't feel that he was underestimated, and he didn't feel that Song Limian's thoughts were arbitrary, so he just nodded slightly and said, "Oh."

"Dating in love is actually more tiring than going to work." After a while, he rubbed his lower back that was still sore, saying this.

Song Limian turned on the turning lights, and pretended to be fierce amidst the sound of "Dadadou Dadou": "Then you want to move back to the rental house?"

"Forget it." Tong Ming didn't know what to remember, so he rubbed his face and muttered, "Although the process was a bit hard, the result is comfortable anyway."