The curtains were not tightened, and it looked a little cloudy outside, and there was the sound of rain.

The room was a little dark.

Of course, this is not the reason why Sang Li froze.

Sang Li generally sleeps very peacefully, and does not move much.

At this moment, I moved slightly, and I only felt that there was a soft and fluffy little thing around my neck.

He subconsciously tilted his head to look at it.

The lips rubbed against the soft little fluff.

This soft and fluttering feeling made him freeze slightly, and he didn't dare to move.

Finally, it was pulled back a little.

It's to see what's going on.

The kitten doesn't know when it came out of the litter.

Jumped on the bed and fell asleep on his pillow, curled up right next to him.

The little tail is still on his neck.

It's like a small lump of marshmallows.

Well, of course, black marshmallows.

Sang Li carefully sat up, looking at the little milk cat that was curled up on the bed, lost its warmth, and began to sleep on the pillow.

The brunette is a little messy.

He just woke up in the morning, he was a little more scattered and a little less sharp, so he lowered his eyes and looked at this little guy, then raised his hand and gently rubbed Qinghui's small body.

Listening to the little milk cat's milky voice, the milky whining.

He pulled back the covers and got up.

Put this little lump into the spot where you just slept.

Then wash up and head to the kitchen.

Wait until Qinghui opens his eyes from his sleep in a daze.

The small body is sunk in the soft and warm quilt.

She yawned lazily and felt the essence of the sun and moon accumulated in her body day and night.

Not much.

But I can make a living, and it is estimated that I can save up for a few months at most, and I will be able to become human.

The body is also more brisk.

Qinghui rolled on the bed, stretched his waist, and tried to get his little head out of the quilt, and his two little ears trembled.

Jump out of bed.

The bedroom door is not closed.

Hei Buqiu is such a small group, and runs directly to the living room.

Wait until Sang Li has everything done and the milk powder is ready, and he plans to make a living first, and then buy ingredients to see how to make cat rice for this little milk cat.

Cat rice is easier to make, and all kinds of original steaming is almost the same.

Took the bottle back to the bedroom.

Then I looked around the whole time, but I didn't see where the cat that was sleeping in the bed had gone.

The bedroom door is open.

Sang Li frowned, pinched the bottle and walked to the living room.

I didn't see it when I turned around, and I looked at the carpet carefully.

The cat nest was basically searched.

In the end, Sang Li once again set his eyes on the starry sky cat nest that the little milk cat liked before.

From the outside, there is not the slightest abnormality in the cat kennel.

Sang Li turned on the flashlight of his phone.

Squatted next to the cat's nest and took a picture inside.

After lighting up all the shadows in the dark places.

It was in the innermost part that I found a small cloud of black that was different, and it couldn't shine no matter how I took it.

The man didn't wear glasses yet, and he was sharp with a bit of early morning sleepiness and laziness, and he was a little helpless about this little thing.

It's really, I ran away, and I can't find it.

Qinghui, who shrank very happily, was illuminated coldly.

The ears twitched, and the head turned to reveal two large eyes.

"Huh?"

What are you doing?

It's just that this anxious little thing still looks innocent.

His snow-white fingertips poked out, put it on the edge of the cat's nest, and tapped it lightly twice.

Qing Run's voice was a little soft, "Come here." ”