[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

It is now 05:30 in the afternoon of Kansas time in the United States. I have just experienced the male god personally killing chickens and taking a spa milk bath. The psychological pressure of accidentally transmigrating into a male cat seems to be relieved all of a sudden.

On the swing in the backyard, I lay lazily on the thigh of the male god Phil, squinting my eyes and enjoying the smooth hair of the wide and warm palm, completely forgetting the main purpose of my time travel and the greatness from the cat. mission.

Although I really want to say that the male god should not hug me like this and smooth my hair, after all, even if you are my consistent male god, is it really okay to caress a beautiful naked girl with a smile without restraint, but I feel a little ashamed At the same time, it is so comfortable that I want to close my eyes.

No!You're already that blond whore!I can't let you do this and that and that!

We have no future and no results, love across species will not be star lake!

I struggled to climb down from his knees and down his calves, but I was caught on the piece of flesh behind his neck, which immediately made me stiff and unable to move.

Why did no one tell me that the male god also has full-level sunflower acupuncture skills, the people on earth are so scary, I want to go back to Meow Star!

I looked at Phil pitifully, trying to use the innate skills that I was usually ashamed of displaying - really watery and cute* to affect his sanity and control his behavior. The result was totally different from what I expected.

"Carlos, your eyes remind me of her."

Phil sighed faintly, with an indescribable loneliness on his smiling face.

He grabbed me and looked at him, his beautiful eyes seemed to be glowing, and the long eyelashes were still extremely fierce.

He bent the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to have some bitterness that he couldn't hide: "I don't know where she is now, I haven't seen her today."

Lowering his eyes, Phil put me back on his lap again, stroking along my back again and again.

Oh my god, my son and daughter, family, happy marriage, happy pets, the male god Da Da is actually very sad today. I think this is probably because he is going to come out—oh no, is it the prelude to cheating?

I looked into the male god's eyes full of longing and anxiety, maybe this is already cheating.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt that I was a little sad today.

I feel like I've discovered something incredible.

Although I have always thought that you are happy, it is enough for my rivals to have these three blond little bitches at home. In this state, I really can't even do it.

#Always can’t open my mouth to let her know that it’s that simple and I can’t do it#

#我tmdWhy would I dress like a meow#

Obviously Mamadu and the cats in the neighborhood speak English, but why can't my male god understand my "meow meow meow"?

I imitated the appearance of the male god, and sighed faintly.

One person and one meow on the swing were stained with a lonely and sad halo by the crimson sunset, so close and so far away.

The long evening wind was blowing head-on, and I noticed that the hands passing through my black-and-white meow fur, which was like a national treasure, were well-defined and slender like a born pianist.

I raised my face and looked at his handsome, sexy and hormonally irritating face even in a simple black T-shirt and jeans, and finally made a decision that made me sad and painful.

Facing this thoughtful face, I directly pawed down.

"ouch! Carlos?"

I retracted my paws, jumped onto the grass lightly before Phil tapped my hole again, waved my tail, and hid my achievements and fame.

Even though you are still my male god, it is my limit not to scratch your face!

My back is elegant and noble, my steps are enchanting and charming, my eyes are cold and deep, my voice is charming and moving...

Mamadou: "Hey, bro! Come eat some meatballs made by Debbie!"

I:"……"

Ah, at this moment, I really want to scratch Mamadou to death. Even if the old king became angry because of the killing of the only male in the Wang Xing royal family, which caused the old king to have no successors, which triggered the Meow Star Wars, I don’t care at all.

Who the hell wants to eat meatballs!Who tm is your brother!Who tm knows you!

I just want to quietly be a beautiful girl who has nothing to do with the world. Why does this cruel and beautiful world always force me to destroy it.

I took a deep breath, and rewarded Mamadou 49 qa at the speed of light [-] times with lightning speed—left paw q right paw a, and a series of afterimages brought up directly stared at me And Mamadou's human cubs are terrified.

Brian: "Wow, cool!"

Sarah: "Hee hee hee hee!"

I forgot to introduce, these two little bastards with exclamation marks on their face and a smirk on their face are the son and daughter of Phil and the blond little bitch Debbie. Still so upset. My younger siblings are annoying, but my mother is even more annoying. There are so many little whores in school, all of whom make me want to tear up the rebellious adolescent eldest daughter Barbara.

Calculated according to age, if I want to attack the male god, I have to travel through at least ten years in advance...

Ah, my heart hurts so much I can't breathe.

I clutched my chest and lay weakly on the carpet, my face covered with injuries.

"Carlos?"

The male god walked towards me with that wild and unruly model pace, tilted his head and killed me.

Originally, I always thought that the male god could support my two-meter height wearing twelve centimeter high heels, but now I tried my best to look up, but I could only see the stubbled jaw of the male god—err, it seems to be still Have a double chin?

I meowed weakly.

Phil: "I always feel that Carlos seems unhappy. Could it be ptsd caused by castration?"

Mamadu: "Wow, woof!"

Phil: "Mamadou, do you feel the same way?"

Mamadu: "Wow!"

Mamadu, you think that I don't understand if you use Wang to express it, you have the ability to come here, hold the thigh of the male god, and see if I don't kill you!

But male god, is it really okay for you to say the word "castration" with such a gentle and doting smile?

What do you want to do, don't touch Renjia's lower body, what a shame!

Phil: "The wound has healed, why does it still look like you don't want to eat?"

I covered my face, and couldn't bear to look directly at the handsome face of the male god, full of concern and worry.

Because I really don't want to eat meatballs like Mamadou, my dinner ended with a small plate of hot milk brought by the god himself.

I licked it, and the taste was acceptable, and it would be even better with some honey.

Phil, who hadn't rolled off to take a shower after dinner, smoothed my hair silently. I don't know why he would rather stay in the living room and stare at me than climb into the warm bed early.

Although it is true that I have been calling Debbie the blond little whore, she is your legal wife who has obtained the certificate. What are you trying to do when you don’t go to sleep and watch me licking milk affectionately in this dark night? ?

I thought about it deeply, and pushed the small saucer containing milk towards the male god.

Phil smiled slightly, patted my cat's head, and pushed the small plate back in front of me.

Phil: "Carlos, can I call you Cecilia when no one is around?"

He squatted in front of me and looked at me, his body nearly two meters shrunk into a ball, pitifully as if he also lit up one of the natural skills of cats, which is cute even if you don’t need to sell it.

I raised my paw and violently swung the big hand on my head.

I want to destroy the world again, blow up the earth and blow up the entire universe. I am so manic, I want to scratch my male god to death. Although I have always emphasized that I am a quiet and beautiful girl, this cat is indeed attacking, right? Why did you suddenly want to take it for me? A girl's name and it's still the same as my hidden real name. Hey!

Are you broken or am I broken?

I silently stared at Phil with eyes that could kill.

Phil pursed the corners of his mouth, looking a little depressed. He sat on the floor and said as if talking to himself: "Cecilia, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent."

Hehehe, I will call you Li Peisi when no one is around, okay?

My meow, meow, has been completely ignored, so tired that I can’t love anymore, but since you seem to be in a bad mood, I can only reluctantly respond.

I gave a perfunctory meow as a promise, and continued to lick my milk with my head down.

Phil: "I'm in love with someone, Cecilia."

I already know, but I think it's better for you to rein in the precipice and return to your family.

Phil: "She has eyes very similar to yours, very charming."

Mine are a pair of pure cat's eyes, growing on human facial features will scare people to death!

Phil: "But I can't seem to find her this time, what should I do?"

It's better if you can't find it, I don't want my male god to become a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children.

Phil: "I think I missed you, Cecilia."

Can you stop calling me by this name, it will make me feel that the self with the same name is the third party who destroys your family!

Phil: "Forget it, you can't understand after talking so much, do you want milk?"

I rubbed his trousers and said please continue.

Phil got up and gave me some milk, then sat back to his original position, resting his hand on his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

I licked the milk, and after thinking about it, I decided to only eat [-]% full for dinner.

Phil beside him was lying on the floor in a large font, heaved a long sigh, his eyes were a little lax.

I jumped on top of him, stepping on the muscles of my feet, and coiled myself in the position of his chest where he could hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

Phil: "Say, can I see you tomorrow, Cecilia?"

I licked his chin and meowed casually.