Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

Observing words and emotions, predicting and analyzing are the basic skills of a killer.

For a top killer like Wen Lang, he could almost tell what his enemy's next move would be by moving his finger.

But this ability seems to have failed in Xuan Wei.

The wise and decisive Boss Wen rarely felt at a loss.

Who can tell him why the person who threatened him to stay away with darts during the day suddenly appeared in his bed at night?

Judging from his past experience, there are only three situations in this scene.

One: Seduction.

Two: Assassination.

Three: Seduce first and then assassinate.

First rule out the first situation.

Seduction is impossible, absolutely impossible.

Although he joked that Xuan Wei was jealous, he actually knew very well that he was not enough to make her have such emotions.

Alas, I feel a little disappointed when I think about it.

Then the second one.

... Damn, the more I think about it, the more likely it is, what should I do?

Could it be that the more she thought about it, the more she took a step back and became more and more angry, and felt that she had to kill him to relieve her anger?

But he still doesn’t know where he went wrong?

If she lifted the quilt and rushed up to fight with him in the next second...

Do you want to let her go?

To be honest, he wanted the third one more.

Then there is no need to consider the issue of giving in or not.

He just lay down and let her do it.

When peony flowers die, it is also romantic to be a ghost.

He had never experienced it before and was really curious.

what?

Isn't he a womanizer?

Who told you that he was getting close to women?

It was just a very innocent fight between cats.

No way?Are there any adults these days who haven’t seen cats fighting?

……

Xuan Wei watched Wen Lang walk into the bedroom and paused, probably spotting her.

Her eyes met his, waiting for him to come forward and ask in surprise or simply make fun of her as before.

As a result, the man just stood there and walked away.

It took a full five or six seconds before Wen Lang moved.

The short boots stepped on the smooth wooden floor, almost silently, but the air flow caused an invisible sense of oppression, like a big cat quietly approaching its prey.

Wen Lang walked to the bedside, looked down at her deeply.

For some reason, the man clearly had an advantage in position at this moment, but Xuan Wei caught a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

But soon this feeling disappeared in the familiar arc of the corners of his lips.

"Why are you here with me? You can't sleep in your room?" He was still teasing with a bit of mischief.

Xuan Wei hummed calmly.

"Do you still want to hear a bedtime story?"

"..." Xuan Wei resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and didn't bother to beat around the bush, so he got straight to the point, "Go take a shower."

"What?" Wen Lang was stunned, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"Go take a shower." Xuan Wei repeated expressionlessly, then added, "I'll give you 15 minutes."

Wen Lang still couldn't react.

But hearing that unquestionable tone, he subconsciously turned around and went to the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom and closed the door, a click woke him up from his foggy state.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

Like a poor guy who was suddenly struck by a huge lottery ticket, his face was full of stupidity and strangeness.

He rubbed his face, trying to regain his calm smile.

After rubbing it, take a look...

Well, laugh even more silly.

Wen Lang lowered his head in silence and pressed his hands against the edge of the sink.

After a while, a chuckle sounded in the bathroom.

The uncontrollable pleasure bubbled out.

Knew it.

Raising a cat that doesn't behave according to common sense is much more interesting than fighting and killing it.

……

Because it took some time to calm down, 10 minutes had passed when Wen Lang came out.

Xuan Wei, who was taking a rest, turned around when he heard the sound, and his vision was suddenly burned.

This was not the first time that Xuanwei and Wenlang slept together. Except when they were cats, they had shared the same bed before that night at the temple in City M.

But at that time, both of them were fully clothed and there was no skin-to-skin contact.

And now...

The black silk pajamas were loosely put on the man's body, and his wild figure lines were looming. A few buttons on it were unfastened, revealing a small piece of his tight chest. The wet hair was dripping with water, flowing past the sunken collarbone and sinking into it. Deep, fascinating.

Xuan Wei calmly looked away, silently adjusting his breathing, trying to suppress the heat in his body.

But Wen Lang noticed that momentary pause and smiled secretly in his heart.

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the little cat's gourd, she delivered it to his door by herself. How could he not turn back to the customer after he calmed down?

Wen Lang dried his hair slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed.

Throughout the whole process, Xuan Wei lay quietly, not squinting.

She didn't look back until Wen Lang sat on the head of the bed and looked sideways at her.

The two looked at each other for a while, but neither said anything.

Some factors gradually fermenting in the air collided silently and fiercely, making people's hearts wander.

Xuan Wei was a little annoyed.

She couldn't open her mouth to invite people to her room, so she just came by herself.

This makes you appear more powerful, and it makes you feel strong even if you are not justified.

But now there's another question - how to say that?

Asking for help was impossible.

She never asks for help.

Just when Xuan Wei was about to give the order directly like before, Wen Lang suddenly leaned down and shrouded her little face in his own shadow.

He stared at her meaningfully and said in a low voice: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Xuan Wei was not to be outdone: "What do you think I want to do?"

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows.

The hand on the side of her face suddenly moved up.

Xuan Wei's intuition was not very good, and she was about to push the person away, when a small electric current seemed to rush through her unexpectedly, causing her body to soften instantly.

Before she could say anything, Wen Lang's fingertips placed on her cat ears gently squeezed them, and then rubbed them soothingly.

Xuan Wei tried hard to keep a straight face, but her eyes widened reflexively.

The round cat pupils reflected the man's face which was even more stunning at close range.

Accompanied by waves of numbness that I have never experienced before in my body.

The sensory effect of this double layer is very subtle.

The man's facial features in her eyes were gradually becoming blurry, but the face in her mind became clearer and clearer as the waves washed away.

Tell her clearly who is approaching her, tempting her, trapping her body, and disturbing her mood.

Wen Lang saw that there seemed to be a trace of mist in those amber eyes, but when he took a closer look, they had disappeared without a trace.

There was a sudden itching and furry touch on the other hand, which seemed to be pushing him away but also urging him to do so.

Without much thought, he grasped the small sweeping tail in his hand.The soft touch felt so good, so by some strange coincidence, I stroked it near the base.

Strong stimulation rushed down the tailbone and straight to the spine. Xuan Wei's body stiffened, and then suddenly relaxed.

The extreme comfort that comes with it is like the moment when over-exercised limbs soak into a hot spring, all the pain, fatigue, and fatigue evaporate, making people unable to help but sigh, and just want to sink in.

Xuan Wei held back the moan that was about to come out, but she couldn't help it more.

No way, sometimes happiness is more depraved than pain.Once the floodgates are opened, it is out of control.

There was no need to be pretentious. After all, wasn't she here just to let Wen Lang solve this problem?

Whose fault is it that she is still a cat in heat?

Whoever is at fault will solve it, no problem.

Then Wen Lang saw the person beneath him who had his eyes closed and seemed to be holding back something. He raised his eyelashes and stared at him. He once again commanded him expressionlessly and matter-of-factly: "Keep touching."

After being wild, Wen Lang was worried about someone getting angry: "..."

Is there such a good thing?