Suddenly, Gu Qingcheng seemed to have thought of something, and the whole person was stunned like a stone statue.

Will it be what you think?

He closed his eyes, reached out and gently touched the kitten's soft fur.

The moment his fingertips touched the kitten's coat, a shiver rushed straight from his fingertips to his heart like electricity.

It's her.

After opening his eyes again, Gu Qingcheng's expression had already returned to calm.

Nothing unacceptable.

Whether it's a person, an animal, a plant, or even an object, as long as it's her, he will treat it as a treasure.

Dill who fell asleep did not feel Gu Qingcheng's approach, but the touch from Maomao made her turn over comfortably, and naturally exposed her little belly.

Gu Qingcheng raised the corners of his lips, and the stroking of his hands was even more gentle.

In sleep, the instincts of the creatures took over, and the pimple began to actively rub against the big hand, bringing its belly close to it.

Gu Qingcheng laughed slightly in his heart, he had never seen her so coquettish, she was so cute.

The sun shone on the young man's fair face, softening the coldness and indifference on his face.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, brightness and gloom coexist, and together they converge into a unique and beautiful picture.

A quarter of an hour later, the mother cat woke up first.

As soon as she woke up, she subconsciously looked at the pimple under her.

Bao Pimple was lying on his back on all fours, with a soft belly bare. Exposed, covered with a beautiful big hand, is gently caressing.

Meow! The mother cat barked in displeasure, and her big green round eyes stared straight at the hands. "Is my belly pimple also something that you can touch as a human being, hurry up and put away your hand, otherwise I'll scratch your face!"

The mother cat barked several times in a row, but the owner of the big hand still caressed calmly as if he hadn't heard it.

The mother cat stood up from the soft mat, her back slightly arched, showing an aggressive and vigilant stance.

Her gaze followed the arm of the big-handed master all the way to the rock

Meow? When her eyes met the man's face, she looked a little surprised. "Is it the little master?"

For this little owner, the mother cat is both familiar and unfamiliar.

When the mother cat was still a little meow, she often liked to be mischievous.

Whether it is under the bed, under the sofa or in the cabinet, she has left her footprints.

At that time, the little master was still young, but ** years old.

The round face is white and tender, like a small bun.

It's just that this little bun never smiles, often with a cold face and is silent.

Every time I met the little master in the cupboard, the mother cat would always bite his trouser leg affectionately, tugging and pulling, trying to attract his attention.

However, such an attempt to seek attention has never been answered.

Gradually, the mother cat realizes that her little owner seems to be a little different from the average child.

He seems very, very non-talkative and non-moving.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, separating himself from the whole world.

He was alone in the barrier, silent, silent, lonely and helpless.

However, the little master now seems to be a little different.

Although he still didn't say anything, the expression on his face quietly changed