Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

And the word fragile shouldn't match up with Mo Ziqi, right?

Fuck!Could it be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Lu Hanfan sat up and wanted to lift the quilt and go downstairs, but just as his feet were on the ground, he silently put them back, thinking, forget it, let him have the fat cat for one night, who told him to be so What about the poor?

And downstairs, in Fat Cat's room, Mo Ziqi was lying on Fat Cat's bed, covered with a quilt that smelled of her body, and resting her little body, which was sleeping peacefully, on his chest, feeling his whole heart are full.

He even couldn't bear to close his eyes, and couldn't bear to look away from Fat Cat.

When Xin Miaomiao fell ill at the age of four, Mo Ziqi knew how much he cared about this little cub, he couldn't bear her to be hurt, he couldn't bear her to be sad, and he wanted her to be happy forever.

But he never realized that he cared about her to the point where he was willing to give his life rather than her death.

For Mo Ziqi, this was really a particularly heavy feeling.

Once, once, he thought about giving up, not only because he was struggling with the weight of the two in his heart, but also because he didn't want to have such an important existence in his life, it would bring a lot of inconvenience to his life, and he would procrastinate in everything he did. pulled.

But... the last important existence was lost when he was struggling.

really lost.

Only then did he truly understand that he was in such pain that he was almost unable to live.

Mo Ziqi's feelings are weak.

He was a leopard in his previous life, but he was expelled from his family. He doesn't know what family affection is.

He has no partner, and he doesn't know what love is.

And in this life, he is the only heir of the Mo family. He has a brother, aunt and cousin, but his relationship is still weak, and his concept of family relationship is very vague.

It's just that as a person, his feelings will be more explicit than as a leopard.

The first person he cared about was Xin Miaomiao, the first person he was willing to love was Xin Miaomiao, the first person he was willing to sacrifice his life for, and would die of pain for her, was also Xin Miaomiao...

If you ask him now, what is his feeling for Xin Miaomiao?

He still doesn't know.

It's not that he doesn't have feelings for Xin Miaomiao, but that he can't distinguish between feelings. He only knows that he can't let Xin Miaomiao leave him. She is his, and he will spoil her, love her, and indulge her.

In this life, no matter what, they will always be together until the moment when he loses consciousness...

"Miao Miao, I will never let you go again." He stroked her little hairy head, and swore softly in her ear.

Fat Cat's reaction was to rub his forehead against his chin, and burrowed into the warmer part of his neck. She didn't sleep well, and she would scratch Mo Ziqi with her small paws from time to time. However, Mo Ziqi had the best sleep he had in the past five years this night.

The next day, it was just dawn.

The first time Mo Ziqi woke up, he subconsciously reached out to touch the fat cat in his arms. He groped, but he couldn't touch the soft little body. He was so frightened that he woke up and stared wide. He closed his eyes, sat up suddenly, and then watched helplessly as an unknown object flew out of his forehead, landed on the edge of the bed with a crackling sound, and fell under the bed along the slippery edge of the bed!