Seeing that the little milk cat froze, a pair of big round eyes looked at him like this.

When he was quiet, he looked a little well-behaved, and because the other party was too dark, it was a little funny to watch.

She is a shorthair cat with pure black fur, soft and warm.

It's quite pleasant to the touch.

Sang Li has always been a dislike of this hairy little animal, but this time it feels good to touch it like this.

Then I saw that the little milk cat just now shook its two black ears slightly, and then the two little ears lay down, and it seemed a little dissatisfied to be carried on the back of the neck, but the little head was still rubbed on his hand.

While dissatisfied, I still have to touch it.

Oh.

This is still a little ancestor.

Sang Li watched, and finally gently put the little milk cat on his pants.

I didn't care when I saw the little meat pad smashing his suit pants dirty.

Seeing Qinghui looking up at him with some curiosity, his hand scratched the little head again.

"Whew!"

Yes, that's the itch.

Qinghui's little head arched hard into his hand.

Let people tickle.

The shallow coffee who just felt like he was about to be autistic: ???

In the end, Qinghui raised his little chin and signaled that there was still this.

The body is already lazy and lazy and lies in other people's arms.

Sang Li looked at it, snorted, and went to rub her chin.

While casually speaking, he said, "It's black, I can't tell where the chin is." ”

Lord Spirit Sword was tickled comfortably at the moment, and he was too lazy to take care of him, anyway, it was useless to beat him with this body shape now.

So the little paw patted it again proudly, signaling not to stop, to continue!

Then the big, round cat's eye looked into the box over there.

Cats...... Loved the tight space and the cardboard boxes.

I was angry just now, and I didn't feel anything, so I'll look at it now.

The cardboard box just lay there quietly, exuding an invisible charm, as if to say: Come on, come on, come and drill me!

It's very exciting for cats.

But how could Lord Spirit Sword not be able to restrain this impulse?

Qinghui has no look in his eyes, he is lazy, and no one wants to take care of it.

Feeling Sang Li scratch for a while, his movements slowly stopped.

Qinghui's neck stretched slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at the cardboard box.

And then......

Qinghui was stunned for two seconds, waiting for her to react.

Well, the cat is already in the box.

The little meat pad was still stepping on it.

The cat in his arms suddenly jumped away, Sang Li gently stroked his hand, raised his eyes, looked over, and saw that the two palm-sized little milk cats looked stunned in the box.

Then he scratched the inside of the box angrily, and sizzled with his little paws.

Temper tantrum.

What happened...... Is it worth the temper tantrum thing?

Sang Li didn't understand what this Mao Tuanzi thought.

I could only look at this little black briquette-like thing, with some crumbs of the cardboard box on my back, and then continue to scratch the carton nervously.

"Cats, it's all like that...... Neuropathy? ”

Sang Li watched it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Lou Wanli in front also turned his head to look at it, he had never had a cat, and his tone was a little hesitant, "Like, yes, I heard that cats always do things that the owner can't understand." ”

"Oh, that's right."

Sang Li looked at the little black ball, quickly accepted this explanation, and then raised his hand and touched the edge of the box, and then a small black claw appeared inside the box, trying to hit him.

Don't bother Lord Spirit Sword to scratch the box!