Yan Yichen suddenly approached, his hand propped up on the sofa, his thin lips rose slightly, and his cold voice was sneering.

"Do you care about me, or do you care about furballs?"

The sudden approach made Meng Yi'er subconsciously lean back, reaching out to support his strong chest and prevent him from getting closer.

"You...... What to do, of course I care about the hairball, it's with you, I'm not at ease. ”

She was really not at ease.

On the way back, Meng Yi'er suddenly remembered the hairball, and Mo Bei should have put the hairball here for him.

He is allergic to hairballs.

Thinking of this, Meng Yier was a little worried, and only thought about keeping him away from the hairball to prevent him from being allergic.

When she got home, she knocked on the door and no one answered, only to find that her key to his house had fallen on him when she fled in a panic.

"Little liar."

A very soft voice, with a sultry tone, made Meng Yier's heart tremble.

She never knew that someone could say these three words so nicely.

“……”

Meng Yi'er frowned, looking at Yan Yichen who was close at hand, and her pretty face was dyed with a touch of red.

Yan Yichen looked at Meng Yi'er, who was a little flustered because of his approach, and there was a little smile in his deep pool-like eyes.

Being looked at by him like this, Meng Yi'er's heart jumped wildly, and her delicate and white ears were slightly red.

"Why is your face so red?"

Yan Yichen suddenly laughed softly, and his cold voice with a hint of hoarseness slowly rippled in the unusually quiet space.

"I ......"

Meng Yier was ashamed and annoyed, and her pretty face became even more popular.

The man must have done it on purpose.

Yan Yichen's smile deepened.

"Shy?"

Meng Yi'er lowered her eyes, and her gaze fell on the hand that was propped up on his chest.

"I don't have ......, don't be too self-righteous."

Yan Yichen smiled lowly, Cen thin lips drew a graceful arc, and the ripples that flowed out made people's hearts move, and her voice was low and sexy, bewitching her trembling heart.

"A duplicitous little liar."

Meng Yi'er raised her head and met his dark eyes, her smile mixed with a bit of ridicule.

“……”

Meng Yi'er felt a pang of chagrin in her heart.

Is his dick hooking her addicted?

But she became less and less resistant to his teasing.

What should she do?

Meng Yi'er held the hand on his chest and pushed hard, Yan Yichen took a step back defenselessly, and Meng Yi'er took the opportunity to escape his clamp.

Looking sideways in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, the hairball slept sweetly on the mat.

"It's late, I'm going back."

Meng Yier walked over, bent down and gently stroked the back of the hairball twice, picked up the hairball, her voice was soft, and murmured: "Hairball, sister carries you home." ”

The hairball in her sleep lazily opened her eyes, glanced at Meng Yi'er, meowed twice, and then stayed in her arms again, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Seeing her hold the hairball in her arms and gently caress the hairball, Yan Yichen frowned, and a trace of unclear light crossed her dark eyes.

Hell yes!

He was madly jealous of a cat.

"Meng Yier......"

Meng Yi'er was about to leave with the hairball in her arms, and when she walked to the door, she was suddenly stopped by Yan Yichen's nice voice.

Meng Yi'er turned her head and looked at Yan Yichen who was about to speak suspiciously.

"Huh?"

Yan Yichen pulled his lips, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke, "Good night." ”