Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Raise a cat

As the days passed, Song Le suddenly turned over on a whim, and said to the man who was reading: "Xia Xuan! Let's raise a cat!"

"...I'm against the cat." Xia Xuan raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows from the book.

It seems that she has never told her about allergies.

However, Xia Xuan didn't know, she already knew.

How could Song Le not think of what he was going to say, just surprised, has he never touched a cat in the past four years?

Don't know that your allergies are already cured?

"So you haven't touched a cat in all these years?" Song Le lay on his lap and asked knowingly.

Xia Xuan hummed, and rubbed her head with bent eyes.

Song Le hugged his waist, closed his favorite peach eyes slightly sleepily, and began to make small calculations in his heart.

In the next few days, she was too busy to see anyone.

When Xia Xuan finally lost her composure and began to insinuate what she was doing, Song Le brought back a pure white kitten.

Wet and milky, the weak meow is almost crisp to the heart.

"Look, isn't it cute?" She smiled and showed him the little milk cat who was still patting her face with a cat mat in her arms.

In addition to being surprised, Xia Xuan also had a silent violent heartbeat.

It seems that a few years ago, the first time I was really touched by her was in such an evening when the afterglow of the setting sun was swimming slowly.

The slender and beautiful girl squatted down, her skirt trailing on the ground, and she caressed the pure white kitten softly.

It seems to be naturally close, the little milk cat's furry head lightly arches her palm, and when it is tickled, the moist peach eyes will be narrowed, with a little bewilderment and amused.

The pure white tail wraps around her white wrist.

Xia Xuan's indifferent heart was gently bumped just like that.

— get it, or stay away from it.

That was his vague thought.

Although she has experienced too much despair and pain in the middle, fortunately, she still belongs to him now, doesn't she?

The twigs of Xia Xuan's emotions also became lingering, and she hummed and said, "It's very cute."

Song Le laughed even more happily when she heard the words, and said slyly: "Hug it, it's very clean..."

Xia Xuan knew that she would be allergic, but she couldn't help but obey her.

It's just an allergy, as long as she's happy.

However, this time it was not like he used to, there were no red dots on the back of his hands and no discomfort at all.

Xia Xuan looked at her in doubt, but she saw her hugging his waist with a playful smile, and said: "Fool, how could I make you allergic."

but……

"This is a gift." Song Le tiptoed and said softly.

Xia Xuan didn't understand, but she seemed to have a feeling, so she accepted it with a low smile without asking any further questions.

……

The little milk cat adapts quickly to the environment, and it didn't take long to reveal its lively and active nature.

It was named Little Mango: because it looks like a little mango when curled up and snoring.

Little Mango is curious about everything, and is new to everything, especially likes her own mom—Song Le. When faced with baba, who is extremely possessive and always competes with it, she feels aggrieved and dare not pretend.

What I like to stay the most is Song Le's pink plush slippers. Every time, I would secretly drag them away like a thief in the middle of the night, and then nestle in comfortably to sleep all night.

Therefore, Song Le's daily routine every morning is to bear a smile and watch Xia Xuan search for her missing slipper all over the room.

Her studies were on the right track, so was her painting. After someone "taught" her without reservation, her painting level improved by leaps and bounds.

She studies very seriously and treats every homework, followed by getting tired more easily.

When Xia Xuan came back to pick up things at noon, what she saw was curled up on the sofa, sleeping soundly, the thin blanket was half covered, and half of it fell on the ground.

Really... Xia Xuan smiled, walked over, and made a "shh" gesture to the little mango who kept wandering around beside her.

Kissing her on the cheek stealthily, and carefully covering the thin blanket, Xia Xuan squatted in front of her, and silently said three lingering words.

The love for you today seems to be more than yesterday.