abyss doomsday

"But you have been leaning towards me. I am not good at rejecting others, so I don't know what to do when you approach me. I was afraid that you were a human trafficker, a liar or a scumbag, but you are neither. "Her hands were shaking slightly. She didn't know what she was saying but she just couldn't stop.

"Fan Qingyi, if I can, I hope I can like you, but I'm really sorry." After Lin Youhe said this, he saw Fan Qingyi's face turn pale.

"You mean you've always hated me? Or have you never liked the opposite sex?" What does that mean in the past life? It's all fake to like him and love him. Lin Youhe doesn't like men at all...

He nodded slightly: "I hate you, and I hate all members of the opposite sex. My grandfather and my father hate them all, but they are all my family members and I love them, so... I'm sorry... I have always been selfish. Deceive you."

"Then you like Li Jiaojiao? Like women?" Fan Qingxin couldn't accept this statement. It was clear that they both liked each other in their previous lives.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at Fan Qingyi's face, and waved his hands wildly from being at a loss to being shocked: "No, I don't like Sister Jiaojiao either, she is as close to me as my sister, and I don't like girls either... …”

His expression changed. Fan Qing felt that Lin Youhe was a bit outrageous. He raised his hands to cover his face. That was what he meant.

Patting Lin Youhe's head: "It scared me to death. I thought you liked girls."

"Aren't you angry?" She said it so clearly that Fan Qing doubted that he was still angry.

After thinking for a while, Fan Qingxin spread his hands: "I have nothing to be angry about. You made it clear from the beginning that you don't like me. I just thought you liked girls and that's why I was scared, but you don't If you like girls but don't like boys, that means that as long as you meet someone you like, you won't care whether he is a boy or a girl. This is what matters to me."

Lowering his head, Lin Youhe felt even more uncomfortable.

"Don't worry. I told you before that if you do good to others, you don't need to be rewarded. This is the norm."

He pursed his lips, took two steps forward and hugged Fan Qingyi: "I'm sorry."

He rubbed Lin Youhe's head and laughed softly: "Well, it's okay, go back to sleep. Don't mention this kind of thing again, it will hurt people's hearts too much."

"Oh..." Letting go of Fan Qingyi, Lin Youhe glanced at Fan Qingyi a few more times before running back to his room.

Looking at Lin Youhe's back, he leaned helplessly against the door frame.

"It seems that you might still like me." Fan Qingxin lowered his head and rubbed his hair. He closed the door and lay on the bed when he heard the sound of the door closing.

Who can control themselves if they like this kind of thing?

Closing his eyes, Fan Qing was in a pretty good mood. At least Lin Youhe had spoken to himself and explained the reasons why he didn't like him now, which was a good start.

My vision gradually blurred, and I fell asleep after a while.

"jijiji..."

"Don't make trouble..." He vaguely heard someone speaking in his ear, frowned and reached out to hug him.

His ears finally became clearer, and Fan Qingyi suddenly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a furry cat face.

Squatting beside the bed, looking at Fan Qingyi who suddenly opened his eyes while holding Little Fatty Orange, he said cautiously: "Are you still awake?"

"..." He quickly let go of Fatty Orange and shrank to the corner of the bed.

Awkward smile: "No, no, I slept well."

Turning his head, Lin Youhe hesitated to speak, and finally picked up Little Fatty Orange and whispered: "I made some food and left it outside. I came to wake you up..."

She was actually a little embarrassed. She was almost pulled back by Fan Qingyi just now. Fortunately, she put Little Fatty Orange into his arms, otherwise the scene would have been even more embarrassing.

She quickly walked out of the room with Little Fatty Ju in her arms. She didn't want to stay a little longer. Last night was already embarrassing enough, and now it would be even more embarrassing for her to stay a little longer. It would be better to wait for Fan Qingxin to pack up and go straight to practice driving.

He sat up from the bed and glanced at his hands. He shuddered when he remembered that what he saw when he opened his eyes was Fatty Orange's cat face. He shook his head and put on his shoes to wash up. He could I don’t want to recall Fatty Orange’s extremely enlarged cat face, it’s scary.

After coming out of the room, Lin Youhe ran to the garage entrance downstairs in one breath.

He took a deep breath and propped up his knees.

Little Fatty Orange suddenly broke away from Lin Youhe's arms and disappeared from Lin Youhe's sight with a "whoosh".

Before he could react, Little Fatty Orange disappeared.

"Hey! Fatty, stop running around!" Seeing Fatty Ju running away, Lin Youhe hurriedly chased after him.

She had never seen Fat Orange running before. It turned out that such a lazy cat could run so fast.

After chasing it for a while, I saw Fat Orange parked on an empty grass field, lying down cautiously. There was also a black and white bird parked not far away.

Crouching in the distance, she knew why the little guy ran so fast. It turned out that he wanted to catch the bird, so she shouldn't make any noise, otherwise it would be bad if the bird would be scared away later.

Squatting on the spot and staring at Little Fatty Orange's movements, he saw Little Fatty Orange taking a few steps forward. The little bird was about to die but did not notice Little Fatty Orange.

Tilting his head, Lin Youhe realized that Fatty Orange seemed to have seen him, his eyes glanced at him and then looked away again.

His heartbeat skipped a beat, and before he could react, he saw that Fat Orange had successfully caught the bird.

Holding the bird's wings in its mouth, she walked briskly to Lin Youhe.

The little bird was still struggling wildly, flapping its wings to escape from the cat's bloody mouth.

He rubbed the back of Lin Youhe's hand.

After reacting, Lin Youhe touched his furry head: "Well, the little fat guy is so good that he can even catch birds."

Hearing Lin Youhe's praise, Little Fatty Orange raised his chin, squatted on the ground with the bird in his mouth and started eating.

Lin Youhe frowned, but still didn't stop him.

Hunting is also a natural instinct, and you cannot obliterate the nature of being a pastoral cat just for your own selfish desires.

In this way, even if Little Fatty Orange gets lost, he won't end up starving to death.

After watching Little Fatty Orange finish eating the blood and feathers left behind by the bird, he dug a hole with a clean piece of iron and buried it in it.

Little Fatty Orange, who squatted aside to lick his fur after eating, was very leisurely. He walked as slowly as an old man, with the laziness and elegance of a cat.

I really couldn't bear to walk so slowly, so I picked up Little Fatty Orange and said, "If you walk so slowly, Fan Qing will definitely get anxious if he gets suspicious and can't see anyone."

Lying in Lin Youhe's arms, Little Fatty Orange licked his paws leisurely and called out lazily, as if the sound was enough to give him face.