Egging Little Crying Bag Flavor Mint Grass (2)

The four housekeepers who were guarding the door of the hall heard the woman's order, looked at each other, and then, without saying a word, dragged the kneeling boy outside.

"No, don't, don't arrest me! Don't burp, don't scratch me! I don't want a burp, I don't want it! ”

The boy struggled and cried, his face was beautiful when he was caught, the red mole on his eyebrows showed his identity, and his facial features were so delicate that they were incomprehensible, but there were still some edges and corners unique to teenagers.

Only the tears on his face destroyed the vitality that a seventeen-year-old should have, but made his whole person a little more cowardly and frightened.

Yan He was stuffed into the dusty firewood room by two rough men, he cowered in the corner, his head buried between his knees, his shoulders still trembling slightly from time to time.

From time to time there would be a rustling sound in a corner not far from him, and occasionally a mouse or two would leap past him and touch him, and every now and then he would tremble a little, and then his whole body would shrink even more.

"Meow?"

Yan He, who was in fear, did not hear the sound from the outside world, and the almost dark environment made him fall into a closed state of self-protection, and the whole person did not respond to the sound stimulation of the outside world.

A white kitten came in from under the palm-sized crack in the door, the darkness did not affect its vision, the kitten first looked around, and then deftly stepped over the obstacle on the ground to the side of the emaciated boy.

"Meow ......"

This time, the kitten's meow was a little lower than just now, as if it was afraid of scaring the young man who was already hating to shrink himself into the crack in the wall.

But Yan He didn't react at all, he still buried his face between his knees, holding his head with both hands and trembling.

Until the kitten stretched out a small paw and scratched Yan He's trouser legs.

"Ahh Don't touch me, don't touch me...... Don't touch me......"

The boy didn't even lift his head, his slender back trembled even more, and a hand began to wave at the leg of his trousers that had just been scratched by the kitten, trying to chase away what had just touched him.

"Meow~"

At this time, the little white cat barked softly, and at the same time rubbed its body against the back of the young man's hand.

This little cat meow, for the first time, reached the young man's ears, and his heart trembled.

…… Be...... Is it a feral cat...... This voice should still sound small......

The kitten arched the back of the boy's hand with its head again, and then stretched out its little tongue and licked it gently in the boy's palm.

Yan He raised his head slightly, and through the gap between his knees, he saw a faint small mass in his hand.

“…… Yes, is that you...... Just now, are you yelling? ”

In the midst of the horror brought about by the darkness, a "companion" suddenly appeared, which made the boy more or less hopeful in his heart, which also made him completely unaware of how stupid his own behavior was when he tried to talk to a cat at this time.

"Meow!" The kitten stretched out its paws this time, put them in the palm of his hand, and then stepped on them gently, so that the boy clearly felt its presence.

Yan He felt the softness of his palm, wiped the tears on his face with his other hand, and then reached over and stroked the kitten's back with his tearful hand.

The kitten Xu saw that the boy had slowly calmed down, and he didn't mean to hurt himself, so he kicked directly on his hind legs and stepped on the boy's knee and came directly to the boy.

The boy was caught off guard and his hands were empty, and then reflexively wanted to lean back, but the back of his head hit the wall directly, and his eyes immediately moistened again.

"Meow~"

Jiang Bo looked at her little mint with a stupid look, it was hard to look at it directly.