Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang couldn't laugh or cry at this kid's behavior.

Just being stared at by two pairs of equally clear eyes, Fu Lang couldn't say a word, so he could only lead a person and a cat into the bathroom.

Although it was not the first time for the little white cat to enter the bathroom, as soon as the collar with the small bell was removed, it seemed to immediately sense that something terrible was about to happen. As soon as Liang Yicheng put it down, it rushed to the closed bathroom. Beside the door, he yelled "meow meow" at the doorknob.

Standing behind the little white cat, Liang Yicheng pushed the little white cat to the corner step by step, finally squatted down, pressed one hand on the bathroom wall, looked down at the little white cat with malicious intentions, and smiled: "You Yelling, it's no use shouting loudly, no one will come to save you."

If it weren't for his handsome features, he would be quite a disciple.

Fu Lang couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled lightly.

Liang Yicheng turned his head, his expression a little dazed.

Fu Lang didn't care, and with a faint smile on his face, he turned around and stepped into the bathtub, picked up the shower and began to test the water temperature.

The moment the shower was turned on, the little white cat was startled by the sound of water, and its screams became more urgent.

Liang Yicheng seemed to be distressed, immediately picked up the little white cat, and comforted him softly: "Xiaobai, don't be afraid..."

However, the little white cat struggled even harder, and even its claws were all exposed.

Fu Lang frowned and said, "Be careful, don't get scratched by it."

Liang Yicheng responded, thought for a while, stepped into the bathtub himself, squatted down, changed the direction of his hands, put the two forearms behind the little white cat, and grasped the two waving paws firmly. He pressed the ground in front of himself and said, "Come on."

Fu Lang nodded, turned on the shower and poured water on the little white cat's head.

Liang Yicheng was taken aback, and he didn't have time to stop it. The bathtub was not big, so he had no choice but to turn sideways to protect the cat, and the hot water poured all over him.

Even though he reacted quickly, Fu Lang also shrank quickly, and the little white cat was still splashed with water, and its hair exploded immediately.

"Meow!!!!!!!!"

"Hey hey! Xiaobai is good! Hey!"

The little white cat writhed and struggled desperately, waving its hands and feet wildly, Liang Yicheng only tried to control it, and one of them didn't pay attention, and his hand was grabbed.

Liang Yicheng hissed in pain, but had no time to inspect the wound, and shouted, "Brother Fu! Turn off the water first!"

Fu Lang hastily turned off the water.

The little white cat was carried by Liang Yicheng to the dry floor by the bathroom door to be comforted for a long time before it slowly calmed down and cried miserably in a low voice.

Liang Yicheng was heartbroken, and while gently stroking the cat, he turned his head and said to Fu Lang, "I'm sorry, Brother Fu, I forgot that this is the first time you bathed it. When bathing the cat, don't let its face touch it. Water, firstly, it will choke on water, and secondly, it will be very scared.”

Fu Lang nodded and said apologetically, "Sorry."

"It's okay, the first time is raw, the second time is cooked. After a while, you start from Xiaobai's feet and slowly pour it upwards. Don't get it on its head."

"it is good."

After calming down the cat, Liang Yicheng picked up the cat again, put it under the shower, and held it firmly.

"Meow - meow -"

The little white cat obviously had a psychological shadow on this place, and its screams were shrill.However, although Liang Yicheng's heart was soft, his hands were not soft, and it couldn't move at all.

Fu Lang turned on the shower and carefully poured water on the cat's butt.

"Yes, take your time, don't be afraid to pour it on me, just don't let the water splash on its head..."

The little white cat struggled for a while with the hot water pouring down its back, but it stopped, and it just cried pitifully: "Meow———"

Liang Yicheng let go of his hand, tested the temperature of the water, and said, "The water may be a little cold, let's turn it up a little bit more. Be good, Xiaobai, don't be afraid..."

Fu Lang raised the water temperature according to his words, and Liang Yicheng comforted the cat in a low voice while gently scratching its back with the hot water.

After a while, the little white cat was completely quiet.

Liang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly glanced at Fu Lang.

Fu Lang bent slightly, lowered his head, and carefully poured water on the cat.

The bathtub was not big, and the distance between the two of them was very close. Those dark eyes were as focused and charming as when he was making tea.

"Meow--"

The low meow of the little white cat brought Liang Yicheng back to his senses.

His face was a little hot, probably from the hot water.

Liang Yicheng wiped his face vigorously with his drenched short sleeves, then directed Fu Lang to turn off the hot water, squeezed some cat body wash himself, lathered the little white cat, and patiently scratched its back and stomach .After scratching the whole cat lazily at his mercy, he said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can flush it now."

After washing it clean, the little white cat's figure shrunk a lot, and its face turned into a melon face, looking at Liang Yicheng pitifully.

Liang Yicheng was in a good mood, humming a song, wrapped the little white cat tightly with a big towel, and said: "My guest, the cat balls you ordered are ready. Would you like to pack them or pack them? eat here?"

Hearing the low laughter beside him, Liang Yicheng also laughed, stood up, handed the "cat ball" to Fu Lang, and said, "Brother Fu, do you have a small heater in your house? A hair dryer is also available, but the sound is low." Bai might be afraid... what's wrong?"

Fu Lang didn't answer, just stared at his hand, his raised eyebrows slowly frowned: "Scratched?"

Only then did Liang Yicheng feel a tingling pain on his right wrist, and blood began to trickle down his elbow.

Seeing Fu Lang's serious expression, Liang Yicheng quickly waved his hands and said, "It's all right..."

Fu Lang didn't answer, turned on the faucet, grabbed his right hand and put it under it for a while, then picked up soap to clean his wound.

One half of Liang Yicheng's body was numb from the pain, and the other half was still holding the cat carefully. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, so he struggled and said:

"Brother Fu! I'm fine! Don't rush! I've been flushing for long enough just now! And I've been vaccinated, so I'm really fine! Dry Xiaobai first! It's going to get sick..."

Fu Lang frowned even tighter, looked at him sideways for a while, and finally let go of his hand slowly.

Liang Yicheng hastily withdrew his right hand, which was numb from the pain.

Most of his body was wet, and his half-length bangs were sticking wetly to his forehead. He didn't know whether it was watered when the cat was bathed, or it still hurt. He looked even more embarrassed than the cat he held in his hands.

Fu Lang's face became even more serious. He took the cat and said in a low voice, "You change your clothes first."

Liang Yicheng didn't dare to refuse, he quickly changed his clothes and came out, only to find that the cat was still wrapped up in a ball, and Fu Lang threw it on the bay window to bask in the sun, with a small heater casually standing beside it.

Seeing him coming out, the little white cat turned its only head that could move, looked at him helplessly, and let out a weak cry.

Liang Yicheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to take apart the "cat ball", but was held back by Fu Lang.

"Treat the wound first."

Liang Yicheng was afraid of seeing a doctor since he was a child, and he was terrified when he saw Fu Lang's first aid kit, and said with a sad face, "Brother Fu, I'm really fine..."

"sit down."

In Fu Lang's cold tone, Liang Yicheng keenly caught a bit of anger, so he had to sit down obediently.

Fu Lang grabbed his hand, picked up a cotton ball dipped in iodine with tweezers, and pressed it gently on his wound.

"hiss--"

"It hurts?"

"It hurts! Brother nurse! Take it easy!"

Fu Lang smiled shortly, and soon recovered his serious face, carefully disinfected, and said, "Iodine is already the mildest."

After the iodine was disinfected, Fu Lang picked up the alcohol cotton ball again and said, "Be patient, it will hurt a little if you need to use alcohol to remove iodine."

"Ow—"

As soon as the cold alcohol cotton ball touched his hand, Liang Yicheng howled loudly.

Of course, it wasn't that painful.

It's just that he was a little curious about how Fu Lang would react.

To his surprise, although Fu Lang remained silent, his movements became lighter.

The two eyebrows were not wrinkled as usual.

Although his face was expressionless, there was a helpless smile and connivance in his eyes.

——like the little white cat.

The sudden thought is sweet.

Like a piece of rock sugar wrapped in poison, it slowly melts in the mouth.

A touch of sweetness makes the tip of the tongue nostalgic.But the bitterness that permeated the base of his tongue was enough to wake him up in time.

The pampering given to him by Fu Lang was only because he was scratched by Fu Lang's cat.

Liang Yicheng felt ashamed of the thoughts he had at that moment.

No place to be self-contained.

The hand held by Fu Lang was more like being pressed on a red-hot soldering iron.

Liang Yicheng pulled his hand back in a panic.

"It's ok! Thank you Brother Fu, your clothes are also wet, go and change them quickly! I, I'll go and dry Xiaobai first..."

Liang Yicheng stood up in embarrassment, knocked his knee heavily on the corner of the coffee table, he didn't dare to stay, and fled to the window.

He picked up the little white cat that had been neglected for a long time, and slowly unwrapped the towel from its body.

His hands trembled a little, because there seemed to be two eyes watching him from behind.

He dared not look back.My mind was in a mess, I don't know why I was flustered.My heart was beating wildly, I don't know why.

He was a little helpless and a little scared.

He just wanted to pet the cat, but now, his whole body seemed to no longer listen to his command.

The little white cat struggled to get a claw out of the loose towel, and it got stuck, unable to move, and could only scream: "Meow——"

Liang Yicheng stretched out his hand silently, and squeezed the little white cat's pink meat pad a few times.

very soft.

Make people unable to extricate themselves.

Liang Yicheng held the cat in his arms, lowered his head, and sniffed the sweet scent of shower gel on its body.

Orange.

The heart was beating wildly again.

But he was reluctant to put the cat down.

In a daze, he felt that he must be addicted to cats too much.

The world has Internet addiction syndrome.And he had cat-playing syndrome.

The author says:

Cat: Blame me?Blame me again?Is it all my fault for being cute?