I picked up a cat demon

Wherever the love comes, it will come naturally.

Huangfu Nan was paralyzed on the bed in the shape of a corpse - if it were transformed into a prototype now, it is estimated that one could see a white cat with its head shrugged, listless, with an appearance of being tormented.

How on earth did he sleep with a man he had just met and whose origin was unknown?

Although he's been a little dissatisfied with desire recently, and seems to be a little sentimental, it's not like that!

Huangfu Nan couldn't understand it.

It's not reserved at all!

Sighing deeply, Huangfu Nan felt very helpless, as if he had become abnormal since he was suppressed last time.

It's all because the first time felt so good!Otherwise, how could he be interested in such a tough creature like a man?

After complaining all the time, Huangfu Nan's thoughts began to wander again.

Who on earth is it?

The scorching breath sprayed on the neck, the hot body overlapped, the body was pierced fiercely, and the violent lust was soaring.

The fuzzy memory gradually became clear, but it was the scene of passionate lingering with Zhang Qixiu last night.

The slippery tip of the tongue licked the 'sensitive' pinna, biting the soft earlobe gently.

With the warm breath blowing on his face, the man's deep and hoarse voice fell into his ears, and he only listened to what he said.

Zhang Qixiu, my name.

Zhang Qixiu...

Whispering the man's name, Huangfu Nan felt his heart swell, as if being filled with something, and inexplicably shyly buried his hot face into the pillow.

Is he planted?

In the kitchen, Zhang Qixiu had a serious face, and his eyes were fixed on the boiling white rice porridge in the pot.

Watching the rice grains bloom and become soft in the boiling water, Zhang Qixiu scooped up some porridge with a spoon, and looked at it in front of his eyes. The rice grains had become crystal clear and soft.

Is that good?

Zhang Qixiu tasted some hesitantly.

――Forgot to put salt.

Putting down the spoon expressionlessly, Zhang Qixiu glanced around, looking at the seasoning box not far away.

Fortunately, although I have never been in the kitchen, I still know the basic common sense.

Taking a scoop with a small spoon, Zhang Qixiu was about to put it into the pot, when he suddenly remembered that although the porridge he had had salt in the past, it was still bland.

Looking at the spoon full of salt, Zhang Qixiu hesitated a little. Could it be too much?

Pour the salt back into the box, leaving only half a knuckle-sized amount of salt.

Facts have proved that such a decision is correct. The porridge tasted again has a slight salty taste, which is more than a star and a half better than the previous taste.

Satisfied, Zhang Qixiu took the porridge and went to find Huangfunan.

Walking into the room, seeing Huang Funan buried his head in the pillow, plump strawberries blooming on the exposed skin, Zhang Qixiu's lips curved slightly, and his eyes swept over the unusually 'up' buttocks.

"Are you hungry? I made porridge."

The Adam's apple moved slightly, Zhang Qixiu withdrew his gaze, and sat down beside the bed.

Withdrawing his wandering thoughts, Huangfu Nan opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Qixiu, his eyes fell on the porcelain bowl in his hand.

"You did it?"

Turning over in surprise and sitting up, Huang Funan took the porridge from Zhang Qixiu's hand.

Take a sip and it tastes good?

Huangfu Nan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Qixiu who was paralyzed, feeling sweet in his heart.

Although this man is a little bit smart-sometimes he is aggressive and aggressive, and sometimes he is domineering and cruel-but he is still quite caring.

It is estimated that if the wife of the wireless patriarch - Huangfu Nan's mother - knows this, she will probably slap Huangfu Nan to death. Is the family short for you to eat or short for you to wear? !He was actually bought by a man for a bowl of porridge!