Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

However, the perverted Nan Qiao was good at disguise, and Lorken Kitten didn't notice anything strange.

In other words, a kitten who was so ashamed that his eyes were closed couldn't notice anything strange at all. He couldn't even bother to worry about whether Nan Qiao would take the opportunity to attack his soft belly.

If he had known that he would become a human, Lorken only felt extremely regretful.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Not okay yet?

He was so close that his nose was filled with Nan Qiao's faint breath, and Nan Qiao's analgesia was so good that there was no pain at all. He could only feel the medicine or her fingertips brushing against his skin. A small touch.

Lorken was secretly anxious, his claws couldn't help but shrink, and his tail unconsciously wrapped around Nan Qiao's wrist without the owner knowing.

The soft touch on her arm made Nan Qiao couldn't help but glance sideways, pursed her lips and smiled, but it was easy to guess what was going on.

Not wanting to embarrass him, the movements of his hands were a little faster.

In fact, everything went very quickly, but Lorken was too ashamed, so he subjectively felt that the process was particularly long.

"All right."

Nan Qiao put the cotton ball on the coffee table in front of the sofa, announcing the end of the process. The tweezers collided with the metal tray, and there was a "click-" sound.

As if he had received an amnesty, Lorken kicked his short legs and was about to get off Nan Qiao's lap. Fortunately, Nan Qiao didn't stop him.

But after jumping down, as soon as he took a step, he unexpectedly felt a slight pulling sensation behind him.

Lorken was startled, turned his head and saw that his tail was tightly wrapped around Nan Qiao's arm, still looking very close and dependent.

When did it get entangled!

Lorcan's eyes widened.

Incredible.

Nan Qiao also followed Lorken's stiff expression and looked at his arm.

Well, it seems that cat tails and cats are indeed two species, but when she was a cat herself, her tail was still very obedient. The big fluffy tail played a big role in promoting the relationship between husband and wife.

The experience of using the tail back then was quite good.

Ahem...I can't think about it any more.

The kitten can't be eaten yet, and Nan Qiao doesn't want to torture herself.

Under Nan Qiao's gaze, Lorken became more and more stiff, and finally reacted. With a "Tian" moment, the silk-like touch flashed on his arm, and the big tail was retracted in the blink of an eye. .

The embarrassed Lorken instinctively wanted to pick up his tail, but then he thought of what Nan Qiao said before, and the tail stopped halfway again, hanging in the air, neither up nor down.

Nan Qiao didn't want to laugh at him. In fact, no matter what the big fluffy cat did, she would only find it cute now.

"I'm going to prepare the food. Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, so don't run around." Nan Qiao brushed her hair, then stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen.

"Ouch..." Wait a minute.

Lorken hooked Nan Qiao's hand with his uninjured paw.

Nan Qiao paused, turned around and approached him, a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Lorken put away his nails and carefully touched the injury on Nan Qiao's arm with his paw pads. If his tail hadn't touched him just now, he would have forgotten that Nan Qiao was still injured.

"Meow..." Treat your injury.

There is a hint of guilt hidden in the meow, which is not very obvious.

Of course, Lorken didn't really want to care about humans, but Nan Qiao had already taken care of his wounds. As a thank you, it was appropriate for him to remind her.

Although it was him who caused her injury.

Nan Qiao's eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth curved in a gentle arc: "Kitty cat, do you want me to treat the wound?"

"Meow…"

Lorken nodded and reluctantly accepted the name "kitten". After all, it was better to be raised as a cat than to be raised as a slave by her.

Besides, snow leopards are cats, so there’s nothing wrong with them.

But when his head fell halfway, Nan Qiao suddenly spoke again, with a smile in his eyes, teasingly: "I still want to say I'm sorry."

The meowing stopped abruptly.

This... admits that it doesn't fit the character of the cat, but refuses to admit it and is afraid of making Nan Qiao angry. It's really a dilemma.

"Meow…"

Lorken finally chose to meow casually, but Nan Qiao couldn't understand it as a human.

Nan Qiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lorken, but made no comment. Lorken blinked, feeling a little more guilty.

There was a moment of silence, only sparks crackling there. Finally, it was Nan Qiao who spoke first: "My injury is fine, don't worry."

She rubbed Lorken's head: "If you're bored, read a book and try not to get off the ground first." As she said that, a book flew to Lorken. It was a miscellaneous journal containing various short stories. Nan Qiao would also read it when he was bored, which was quite interesting.

Lorken looked at Nan Qiao's leaving figure, and the hair on his head was messed up by Nan Qiao's rubbing. For a moment, my head seemed to be a little confused.

So, did she buy herself a cat because she wanted to have one?

Can't you tell... Lorken lowered his head and licked the hair on his paws, his eyes a little troubled.

Is this a good thing? He is obviously a snow leopard orc, but he is raised as a cat. It should be considered aggrieved. But at present, it is indeed Nan Qiao's appearance that prevents his death.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Lorken lowered his head on the sofa and flipped through the book placed in front of him with one paw. He probably browsed the contents of the book, some of which he had heard of, and some of which he had not heard of.

There was a thin sound of falling snow outside the window, hitting the wall and the window sill, gently and regularly.

Lorken was originally reading a book, but his eyelids gradually became heavy as he read.

"Ha-" A big yawn replaced the calm expression on his face.

The movement of turning the book slowly stopped, and the open book was placed on the sofa. There was no breeze in the room, and without the paws to turn the book, I could only stay on the story on a certain page, not knowing what to follow.

When Nan Qiao came out of the kitchen, what he saw was a little snow leopard sleeping soundly on the sofa with his big tail on his head.

Mao Tuanzi's body was rising and falling, and he was still humming a regular and shallow purr.