As a kitten.

Can't you just be normal?

You can't beat, you can't scold, you can't say anything.

And don't play cards according to the routine?

Raising his hand, he soothed Qinghui's head a few times.

The already sleepy little milk cat instantly shook its body and narrowed its eyes.

The little body fell down, and this time there was no intention of refusing again.

The little ear also lay down low, shrunk into such a small ball, lay in his arms, and fell asleep not long after.

The milky voice is such a small black cloud.

Sang Li lowered his eyes and watched.

Before I knew it, I went straight to my bedroom.

There are also some cat litters in the bedroom.

Because of the variety of furniture in the home and the high value, pet supply stores recommend putting more cat scratching boards around.

After all, the little milk cat is lively and active, and it is not good if you accidentally scratch the furniture around you.

Looking at a small lump of soft black velvet sleeping in his arms.

Sang Li's first reaction was to put the little black velvet ball on his bed.

But look at the little lump sunk into the soft bed.

Sunny paused.

I always feel that if I really let this little group sleep in the bed, I will see her so noisy.

He was afraid that he would be able to squash the little pom-pom with a single rollover.

Thinking so, he was already half-crouched, one elbow pressed against the bed, and the other hand reached over.

Slowly stuffed under the little milk cat.

Feel the soft and warm touch of each other.

Rub it slightly against the soft little belly.

The little milk cat snorted in dissatisfaction.

The small body struggled to flip over.

Trying to dodge that annoying hand.

The eyes are still not open, and the little ears are moving.

Looking at the movements of the little milk cat, Sang Li never looked away.

It was like a marshmallow stuffed in my heart.

It feels light, soft and sweet.

Finally, Sang Li slowly straightened up.

Picked up the phone that was on the bedside.

Serious and expressionless - I took several pictures of the little milk cat.

Qinghui was annoyed by his hands, and the little milk cat had a lot of sleep.

I didn't want to open my eyes at the moment, so I just stuffed his hand into my arms.

Then he felt his fingertips move against his stomach again.

So the little body kept retreating.

In the end, only a small meat pad remained, and the small chin was softly placed in the palm of his hand.

Sang Li felt as if his heart had been hit by something.

I also think that just taking pictures is not enough.

Operated on the phone for a while.

Only then did he pick up the little milk cat, put it on the fabric cat nest next to it, and went to wash and prepare for bed refreshed.

At the same time, the major executives under Sang Li who had not yet slept saw that the top boss who never posted on their circle of friends posted a string of pictures.

The crowd who thought there was some order seriously clicked in, and—

...... saw the little black pompoms sleeping in various positions on the bed and in the palms of their bosses?

Executives: ???

What these people think, Sang Li didn't care, watching the little milk cat sleep soundly, he also lay down and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the temperature outside was getting colder, the sky was overcast, and the moon was obscured.

Qinghui felt that the wisps of power gradually slow down and disappear.

The little body moved.

Suddenly, in the dark room, a pair of bright eyes opened, moist and a little lazy.

Well, there's no Sun and Moon Essence, and it's a little cold now.

Qinghui blinked wide-eyed and glanced at the bed in front of him.

Jumped out of the cat kennel lightly.

Early the next morning.

Sang Li opened his eyes on time, and before his eyes regained clarity, his body stiffened slightly.