I am a cat matchmaker

I was listening carefully to every word he said, digesting the information he brought me, until the last sentence, I suddenly felt hot again, and stared at him blankly.

Seeing me in a daze, he hurriedly added:

"You can be up there if you want."

"Huh? What's up there?"

"That's right, what did you do?"

"Ah?" I still pretended to be confused, but in fact I knew what he was talking about. It is not in vain to read so many books, although I only glanced twice.

"Forget it, I'll tell you slowly."

I'm secretly relieved that I'm not ready to discuss this topic with men:

"Oh, well, then, you haven't told me yet, what's going on? You seem to know that I'm a cat. Where's your cat? Now it's like this?"

"My cat is still home. I couldn't believe it at first. Do you remember my cat?"

"Remember, I've rescued him three times and always see him, he's kind of my best friend."

"I know, you often tell him about yourself, and it's no secret at all."

"how do you know?"

"Because I installed a recording device on him later, I heard everything you said."

"You! How can you do this?" I looked at him annoyed. What I said to the cat at that time could make a whole book of embarrassing things. Also, some of my own privacy, things that my parents don't know, I told the cat, thinking it would be safe, but I didn't expect someone to eavesdrop.

"You can't blame me, who made you always wander alone coldly, I am also very shy, okay, I don't know how to deal with you. I almost missed it in the end."

"You, well, I'll talk about this later, and then? How could I become your cat?"

"Because, my cat is repaying your favor. One and a half months after you jumped off the building, I suddenly dreamed of my cat. It talked to me in the dream and told me that you would not die, but your soul was still wandering. It wanted you to enter His body, so you can know me. I thought it was just a strange dream, but I didn't expect it to become a reality."

"Then, how did you find me?"

"Which cat ever goes to plug in an electrical outlet? Also, cats look in mirrors? Also, you may not know that my cat never eats fish because it got stung by a fishbone once. But you love it .”

"I don't understand. If this is the case, what happened to that man named Jing Ran?"

"He harmed you. I just wanted to set a trap and let him jump in by himself."

"What trap?"

"Hurry up, I'll tell you when it succeeds. If it doesn't work, I have other ways. How can that despicable person not teach him a lesson?"

"So, what then? We, will we be boyfriends in the future?"

"You promised me just now. Do you want to go back on your word?"

"I don't, it's just that I don't know how to make friends, let alone how to make boyfriends, and I don't know if I can do it well."

"You won't, I will."

What I actually want to ask is why he likes me, but I just dare not, afraid, and a little shy.

Wang Zi kissed my hand lightly and said, "You just woke up, and your body still needs to recover. When you are well, I will make you happy every day."

"Oh, okay, I know." I knew he would not break his word, it was just so sure, even though I had only just met him.

The recovery after that was really painful, but fortunately, he was with me, encouraged me, and told me jokes.

I slowly began to get used to such a person, got used to him being around me, and talked about more and more topics with him.

It's just that I still haven't asked him why he likes me.

What made me happiest was that the person named Jing Ran was disqualified as a doctoral student because he was suspected of plagiarizing his thesis. If his family hadn't made it clear, he wouldn't have been able to graduate smoothly.

Wang Zi told me that before he published the thesis, Wang Zi had already published the thesis. He failed to deal with me, but he could only eat Coptis chinensis in silence. He didn’t dare to say a word. I'm afraid that even the last bit of face will be lost.

Finally my rehab is over and all physical activity is back to normal.

I was taken to his home again.

When I came to his house again in a human form, I suddenly felt nervous.

He let me into the room, I heard the sound of the door closing behind me, and then his hands hugged me from behind.

My body was a little tense, and my heart rate soared again.

Behind me, a fiery body pressed against my back, and something that was about to move kept touching me.

During this period of time, he has never done anything more than hold hands.

Sometimes, I still miss that passionate kiss.Will stare blankly at his mouth, blushing and beating heartbeat.

When I came to his house today, he said that he wanted to show me some things. I didn't think about anything else, so I followed.

But this hug made me suddenly regret following, but I also had a little bit of expectation.

His voice became hoarse, how did it become so sexy?

"I've wanted to hold you like this for a long time."

I gently struggle with:

"Well, you let go, let's sit down and talk?"

"Okay, but." He said, dragging me to sit on the sofa, but I sat on his lap, and he hugged me completely in his arms.

I twisted my body, feeling the heat on the part where I rubbed the paint, and immediately stopped all movements:

"This is weird, can you let me sit by myself?"

"No, that's it, it's comfortable to talk." He looked at me narrowly, and he still stuck to my ear when he was speaking, making me go soft all over.

"Didn't you say let me watch something? What is it?"

He smiled and said, "That thing is in my bedroom, do you want to go and see it together?"

It turned out to be in the bedroom, no wonder, I couldn't find it anywhere in the study.

"You, can you bring it over and show it to me?"

"No, but I can carry you."

"Forget it, then I'll go by myself."

I struggled to get up and walked quickly to the bedroom, looked around, but didn't know where the things were placed.

He followed behind me, deliberately clinging to me and said:

"Under the pillow."

I hurriedly climbed onto the bed and reached under the pillow, and took out a photo album.

Just as I was about to open it, the person behind me directly pressed me on the bed, my face was blocked by the pillow, and the body behind me was hot and close to me, which made me tense up uncontrollably:

I turned my face away, trying to break free from his grip, my heart was beating fast, I was a little angry, just a little bit, more flustered and at a loss:

"What are you doing?" My words were soft and without force.

He poked his head over, stuck it against my face, and rubbed it on purpose:

"It's nothing, just, since we're here, why don't we lie on the bed together and watch."

"I'm here for the first time, and you take me to bed?"

I couldn't help but have an absurd thought in my mind, did someone else live in this bed? Thinking of this, my tone of voice was a bit sour.

"This is not the first time you have come here. You have slept here for several nights. If I remember correctly, you ran here on your own initiative at that time."

Of course, it is impossible for him to remember wrongly. I felt in those few days that his memory was quite good, on par with mine.

I suddenly felt like I was digging my own grave, so I couldn't help but stop struggling, racking my brains to figure out how to deal with it:

"At that time, I was a cat at that time. Of course a cat is fine, but now I am a human. Besides, don't you think it's too fast?"

After I finished speaking, I wanted to bite off my tongue. Isn't this a disguised acceptance of his doing so?It's just a matter of time?

He chuckled and whispered in my ear: "I think it's too fast? Then take it easy."

As he said that, he turned over and left my back, and my back suddenly relaxed, why am I still feeling lost?

I hurriedly got up and took the photo album in my hand, lowered my head to hide my embarrassment and ran out of the room to the sofa in the living room.

He followed me and sat next to me, as if he had known him for a long time, and naturally put his hand on my shoulder.

I didn't resist. Although I didn't have much contact with him, every contact seemed to give me a stimulant, and I began to slowly become addicted.

Thinking wildly in my mind, I opened the photo album in my hand.

The photos inside shocked me again, it was full of me, and there were not so many photos of my own home.

I browsed through it roughly, and there are at least 100 thick photo albums. The first question I thought of was:

"It's so thick, you sleep on it, don't you panic?"

"No, the pillow is thick enough, and I read it for a while before going to bed every day."

"You are sick!" I just remembered the sentence I should ask most: "Why are you secretly filming me?"

"That's right, I'm sick, I'm lovesick." He moved his face closer, and I hurriedly hid to the side.Thinking of his kiss in the ward, his blushing face burned again.

He opened the first page and pointed to the photo inside:

"Remember what you were doing?"

I looked inside. I was wearing a T-shirt, my jeans were dirty, and I was squatting on the side of the road, and I was reprimanding the cat.

"This is when I saved the scholar, where are you?"

"Well, I saw the scholar beside the wheel from a distance, but it was too far away. If you hadn't saved it, it would have died a long time ago. I wanted to go up to thank you, but who knew that you would squat down and talk to the cat, so serious, I found it interesting and couldn't bear to interrupt you, so I took a picture of it."

The second picture shows me at the entrance of the cafeteria. There is nothing around me. I stood there and looked at the door.I don't want to go through the huge campus to eat out, and finally I can only go back to the classroom hungry and continue to do the questions. Doing the questions can make me forget everything.

"Where is this one? Is it a coincidence?"

"Otherwise? Think I'm following you? Looking at your expression, it's so pitiful, it's so distressing. I thought that if you go out to eat, I'll follow, and treat you to a meal by the way, but you actually went back to the classroom." .are you not hungry?"

"Hungry, I just don't want to waste time."

I went on to look at the third picture, and the fourth picture was all the same scene, it was a school sports meeting. I was sitting in the far corner with a book in my hand. Some people next to me were playing with their mobile phones, some were eating snacks and chatting, some were Shouting and cheering with the people on the field, only I seemed to be surrounded by nothingness, and I didn't care at all.One is focused on reading a book, and the other is looking up and looking forward, with empty and wandering eyes, without a goal.

He went on to say: "I'm curious, what book are you reading so seriously?"

"Introduction to Calculus."

He chuckled: "Only you can read such a book at that time."

The next dozen or so photos are all of me in various places in the school. Occasionally there will be scholars around me, but most of the time it is myself. Two of them are of me at the school gate, and it seems that I am preparing to go home.

I squinted my eyes and looked at him: "Isn't our coincidence too much?"

He said without blushing: "Coincident, how is it possible? I followed you!"

Seeing his eyebrows raised, his eyes full of pride, and the teasing words on his lips did not come out, I just stared at him blankly, the photos in the album in my hand are the few photos I have been in for two years All in the outdoors.

I usually don’t want to go out. I stay in the classroom or dormitory most of the time, and only occasionally go to the library. He has to wait until I go out to take pictures of me. How did he do it?