Qinghui's tail wagged.

I'm quite unhappy with the fact that I've been picked up repeatedly.

I didn't really want to deal with the guy in front of me, and my small body tossed hard, wanting to jump on the table.

But this man fished tightly and didn't let go at all.

I didn't even know if it was interesting to look at the little black meat pad, he also reached out and pinched it on Qinghui's little meat pad.

The soft black meat pad feels so good when you pinch it.

Sang Li couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.

Qinghui instantly retracted his little paws and looked at the expressionless person in front of him in shock.

What are you doing?

How can you pinch the little meat pad of Lord Spirit Sword?

Of course, he didn't understand what Qinghui meant.

just hugged Qinghui in his arms.

Then the canned kittens that were given complementary food to the kittens were taken out.

Disassemble the can and place Qinghui on the table.

The little black hairy ball tilted his head and looked at his determined gaze.

Then he looked down suspiciously, sniffing at the kitten's can.

Shallow coffee looked forward to it: Fortunately, although my host is unreliable, but Mingyue is reliable!

So Qianjia and Sang Li looked at the small black mass and lowered their heads to smell the can.

A pair of small ears that were lying down slightly trembled.

Raise your paws.

Directly pushed the canned kitten down.

What the hell?!

Flip the table!

When the boom sounded.

Light coffee: ......

Sang Li: ......

Pick up the little milk cat who flicked his tail and was about to jump off the cabinet and run back to the living room table.

Sang Li looked down at the mess in this place.

Although he doesn't have any cleanliness habits, he still can't stand this feeling.

But look at the little milk cat that was held down by itself.

She was lying on her back in the socket of his arm.

Revealing a soft little belly, a pair of beautiful big eyes looking at you like this, and a milky whine in the mouth.

How can you be willing to repent her?

Sang Li looked at the mess, and then at the little milk cat in his arms.

Finally, the thin lips twitched slightly.

Okay.

"Don't like it?"

The man's clear voice was a little careless, but he was not a little angry, one hand let the little milk cat lie in his arms, and the other hand gently pinched Qinghui's little meat pad.

Watching her raise her claws a little dissatisfied, she pulled her claws out, and then pushed his hand away.

The small pad was right on the back of his hand.

Refuse to touch.

Fluffy and soft to the touch.

Sang Li chuckled and returned to the living room with the little milk cat in his arms to sit down.

He can see that she doesn't seem to like canned cat food very much, but in contrast, she seems to like human food.

Raise your hand and rinse the greens with water.

Qinghui was pulling his pants, poking his little head, looking at the green vegetables, and snorting twice to express his dissatisfaction.

Meat, eat meat, don't eat greens!

However, the meat has been stewed to taste, and Sang Li naturally will not give it to this little milk cat.

Protested for less than two minutes.

The little milk cat was dissatisfied with the milky whining sound from the inside of her throat, and then lowered her head to chew the vegetables on the plate.

Eating is eating, and dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction.

The little milk cat can be clearly divided in his heart.

Sang Li didn't know what to say, so he checked the various practices of cat rice from the Internet.

When I found that cat rice can be used as a staple food for cats, I was relieved.

That's when you start eating.

When you are full of food and drink, Qinghui flicks his little tail.

I'm going to go straight to my favorite colorful black.