I am a cat matchmaker

The man in front of him obviously didn't know that there was another audience in the room.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were knotted, and his body arched upwards.Because his body was tense, his legs stuck out of the blanket, and his hairy calves kicked straight. With the last sound of release, he stopped all movements.With his eyes still closed, he reached out to the bedside table and opened the drawer, took out the toilet paper inside and wiped it. The toilet paper was rolled into a ball and accurately thrown into a trash can in the corner of the room.

All of this is so skillful, everything is done so smoothly that you close your eyes.

I stared blankly at the scene in front of me. A man watched another man relieve his desire. How should a normal person feel?

Even though I'm a cat, I still can't help my mouth getting dry and my heart beating fast. Fortunately, I'm a mother, otherwise I might follow the banner.

I have experienced this many times myself, and this kind of self-dissolution is probably something that every man has experienced.

But I feel ashamed in front of this person, no matter in terms of movement or proficiency, I am much inferior.

I licked my lips, looked at the man with closed eyes in front of me, and carefully admired his flushed face because of the excitement just now. His action of biting his lips just now made the color of his entire lips turn red, and he could clearly see it with his eyes closed. He saw that his eyelashes were thick and slightly curled.

This cat's fragile heart is beating fast, maybe that's what those boys said about watching a small movie, right?

I quickly closed my eyes, nestled my head between my two front legs, and unconsciously leaned towards this person.

The man's arm slid down from his body and was resting on my head. The remnant breath of passion was in his nose, and my heart beat faster.

That hand touched my head back and forth, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the top of my head:

"Scholar! Why are you here?"

I looked up helplessly, and the person who had closed his eyes just now was staring at me with wide eyes, leaning against the side of the bed, and the blanket on his body was pulled to the neck.

Do you need to be so exaggerated?I'm not a woman, nor a man, and I'm not even a person at all. If you wrap yourself up like this, are you still afraid of being molested by a cat?

I glared at him without even bothering to say anything, put my head on my arms and went back to sleep.

"Hey, you come to my bed and still ignore me, don't be so unreasonable?"

You're reasoning with a cat and your brains are broken.

"When did you come here? Or have you been here all night?"

Ah, I see, he was worried that his appearance just now would be seen.How can I answer?Tell him I've been here all night?He also has to understand cat language.

"You can't really be here all night, can you? Well, you saw me just now?"

Well, I see, how is it?

"I see, it's okay, you're just a cat, and cats don't understand human affairs. No, but you are a female cat. Thinking about masturbating in front of a female cat, how embarrassing it is."

Cough cough cough, this person's brain is really broken.Yesterday, I felt that the way he treats this cat named Scholar is very special, but generally he treats his pets like this. I have also seen some people who walk their dogs outside, and some people talk to their dogs. language.

But let’s talk about it, it’s all about things that dogs can understand.Now this person really doesn't regard cats as cats.

This is kind of interesting.

But what can I say?I could only meow twice to comfort him.

"You'd better go back to your nest and sleep. It's not good for us to be alone in the same room."

Lonely man and widow?Do you really take me for a human?Wait, you know that I am a mother, and you know that I was named Scholar, what does that mean?

The man reached out and pushed me, but I didn't move.

He pushed again, but I still didn't move.

When he put his hands on my back again, I stood up, but instead of getting out of bed, I slipped right in while he took his arms out of the blanket.

You let me go, I don't want to, what can you do to me?

The man lifted up the blanket and looked at me in amazement: "What are you doing, I told you to go, what are you doing in here?"

I glanced at him, arched my head on his waist, and squeezed hard, nestled there and refused to move.

He stretched out his hand to hug me, I raised my paw and grabbed it, but he reacted very quickly and dodged it.

"Okay, you want to sleep here, you sleep well."

The man turned over and got out of bed, and covered me with the blanket, when he heard the sound of footsteps walking out of the room slowly.

It's better to go, I can sleep in peace.

I got my head out of the blanket and closed my eyes, but after lying on my stomach for a while, I didn't feel sleepy at all. I turned over several times on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

It's all his fault, he chased away my sweet dreams.

I arched my back and stretched my waist, jumped out of the bed easily, and walked out of the bedroom with proud steps. He was either in the toilet or in the study. I went to the toilet first and walked around.

Can I do something during this time.

I went back to his room and looked at the mobile phone on the bed. Maybe I could look through the mobile phone and get to know him.

Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of bringing his mobile phone with him when he went to the toilet, but the one with the password here was a gesture password.

I squatted down and looked at the screen of the phone from different angles, and vaguely saw the traces of my fingers on the film of the phone, which seemed to be in the shape of a circle.I pressed the sole of my foot on it, and I was right, then clicked on WeChat, looked at the few contacts on it, and saw everyone without scrolling down the screen.

Similar to me, I immediately felt a sense of sympathy.

His WeChat name is Prince of Calculus, hahaha, I laughed three times from the bottom of my heart, this person even has a WeChat name linked to mathematics, he seems to be a math idiot.

I looked through the chat history, the content is very boring, most of his answers are with expressions, there are a lot of beeps, and he replied with an expression alone, which is cold enough.

In the chat records, the only one who doesn’t use emoticons is a person called honesty is a virtue. His replies range from emoticons to one sentence to a paragraph, with more and more content, and the chat records can be traced back to three months ago. Although the chat There are not many records, but the content is getting deeper and deeper.

I opened that person's photo album, and all the selfies in the photo album were taken from a top-down angle, and the number of selfies was astonishing.

This man is so narcissistic!And this narcissistic person is the guy who was scared away by him yesterday.

Honesty is a virtue?Laugh out loud, okay?

I opened his chat dialog box, thought for a while and entered two words:

"Thief."

After a while, there was a reply. I checked the time and it was only 06:30 in the morning.He woke up very early.

The other side replied: "What do you mean?"

"You are a thief."

I continued to use the one-claw magic skill.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You are a thief."

"I'm going to be angry if you say that again."

Well, the goal has been achieved, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing, I quickly logged out of WeChat, and then lay down on the place where I was lying on the ground as if nothing had happened.

Watching the prince walk in, looking at me helplessly.

Following the sound of a message on the phone, the prince turned on the phone, the expression on his face changed from surprise to confusion, he looked around, even looked under the bed, and then pushed the tightly locked window, with a look on his face. At a loss.

I laughed in my heart, prince, you should thank me for saving you from the tragic fate of being cheated.

The prince immediately dialed the other party's number, and after waiting for a while, the call was connected:

"Hey, I didn't send the message just now."

"I don't know who posted it either."

"No, it's just me. And a cat."

"Of course it's impossible for a cat, how could it send a message?"

"But I really don't know."

"Listen, it's not me. Really!"

"Oh, thank you, well, I, I'm sorry."

"Okay, shall we meet in the library at nine?"

What?How do you talk and talk again?That person doesn't seem to be a broad-minded person, why did he calm down so quickly?

Oh, stupid, he came here for the prince's academic paper, of course he had to pretend nothing had happened.

It seems that in order to break them up, the prince must know what kind of person he is.

But what can I do to let him know?The best way is to stalk, tailgating, expose all the bad behavior of that person, expose his hypocrite side.

But I'm just a cat, it's too difficult to do this.

I was thinking so hard that I didn't notice the prince looking at me suspiciously overhead.

With it, I can't do it, but I can let someone do it.

The woman in the neighbor's house seems to like the prince, and she seems to be very free, so let her do the work.

That's it, I made up my mind, and I turned over comfortably, meeting the prince's eyes, and my heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Why is he looking at me like that?

This look made my hair stand on end, and I licked my mouth.

He doesn't really believe that cats can send messages.Even if this is true, a reasonable person shouldn't have such an idea.

It seems that I will be more careful in the future, in case more flaws are exposed, he is driving me out.Then I will be miserable, I heard that many stray cats have been caught, skinned and eaten.

Thinking about it, I was nervous for a while, forget it, I'd better give you the bed.

By the way, find a place to think over my plan carefully.

No matter what you do to me, I can't let you be deceived and turn you into a second me.

For you, but also for myself.

After much difficulty, after he finished his breakfast with a face full of worries, he packed up and left the room.

I didn't delay for a moment and ran to the study. With the experience of last time, I quickly plugged the computer socket this time, the booting was completed quickly, and the computer desktop jumped out.

I was stunned when I saw this desktop, the photo of this desktop, isn't it me?

The author has something to say:

Sorry for no update on Wednesday.

I've been very tired recently, although it's been less, but I still feel very tired.

There is no progress in saving the manuscript of the criminal investigation, and I feel that my head is getting more and more stupid!Is it dementia?