When the vase hits the shadow queen [GL]

In the dead of night, Shen Youqing, who took a bath, walked out with slippers on. Shen Damiao had already turned on the TV in advance, lying on the sofa, watching legal programs with relish.

I've always thought these two were a perfect match.

It's fine if Shen Youqing likes to watch special programs, but Shen Damiao is a cat, it, it, it... his cat actually likes to watch this kind of TV.

The first time I saw a person and a cat sitting on the sofa watching a made-up program, I still laughed at Shen Youqing during the day, saying that it was fine for her to watch the made-up program by herself, but she even took the cat to watch it, but when Shen Youqing went upstairs to watch a movie, he Turning off the TV and pouring cat food into Shen Damiao's automatic feeding machine, he suddenly heard the sound of the TV turning on behind him. When he turned his head, he saw a scene he would never forget—Shen Damiao stood on tiptoe, Twisted around, abruptly pressed the TV switch hidden at the bottom.

This afternoon, I came here once during the day and took Shen Damiao out to take a bath - although it wasn't very dirty.However, after taking a bath, the yellow hair on Shen Damiao's body did look more beautiful. Of course, after being blown dry, the fluffy fluff made it look fatter.

Tonight's legal program tells the story of a man who killed his wife. He held Shen Damiao in his arms by his neck, and Shen Youqing sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at him with piercing eyes. TV screen.

The program said that the victim's mother received a text message from the victim's mobile phone. Just as the camera was about to turn to the mobile phone to reveal the content inside, a long cat meow suddenly sounded outside the house.

The moment Shen Damiao heard this voice, she jumped off Shen Youqing without watching the TV.

Shen Youqing pressed the pause button, and then walked to the window. A white cat was squatting there on the path leading to her house.

"Why doesn't it come in?" Shen Youqing recognized Zhao Xiaomi. Although her house didn't have a door specially opened for cats, the balcony on the second floor was never locked. Zhao Xiaomi jumped in from there before.

"Meow~" Shen Damiao scratched the glass.

Shen Youqing unlocked the window.

The plump orange cat jumped up, gracefully landed on the ground, and walked towards the white puppet cat under the street lamp.

I don't know what the two of them were talking about, but after a while, Shen Damiao squatted beside Zhao Xiaomi, and yelled at Shen Youqing along with it.

……

"Water... water..."

"Meow~meow~"

Shen Youqing turned her head, and Zhao Xiaomi was squatting on her master, calling to her anxiously.

The woman named Zhao Xiaoxi had makeup on her face, so she didn't even want to reach out to touch it.

Tsk, it's so hot.

Fortunately, the advantage of having a house is that there are all kinds of medicine at home. Shen Youqing found out the antipyretic medicine based on experience, after thinking about it, he put a blanket on his body first, and then supported the woman's head, The man carefully helped him up.

……

heat.

This is the only thought occupying Zhao Ningxi's mind at this time.

It was as if she was in a furnace, and the surrounding flames scorched her body. She desperately wanted to escape, but found that the whole world was in flames, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Open your mouth and drink water."

Salvation first came from a voice as cold as spring water, followed by the warmth sent to the lips.

She opened her mouth subconsciously, like a traveler who has been thirsty for three days and three nights in the desert and suddenly encountered a source of water, the only thought at this moment was to drink water.

Because the water in the bottle was poured too quickly, a lot of water overflowed from the corner of Zhao Ningxi's mouth, slid along her chin all the way to her white and slender neck, passed through her collarbone, and finally sank into the gap between two pieces of snow that were looming and about to come out.

Seeing that there was still a sip of water left, Shen Youqing quickly took the bottle away, and stuffed the antipyretic medicine in his hand into it.

A bitter taste filled Zhao Ningxi's mouth in an instant.

"This...water...is...poisonous..."

Miss, you are more poisonous.Shen Youqing thought to herself.

After saying this, Zhao Ningxi rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and leaned against her.

Shen Youqing supported her head with his fingers in disgust, and by the way, with the other hand that was holding Zhao Ningxi, he twisted his wrist in an awkward posture, and pulled the blanket that was about to slide down between the two of them.

Fortunately, she had planned ahead and took more than one bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Unscrewing the bottle cap with one hand, Shen Youqing sent the water to Zhao Ningxi's side again. The previous bottle of water made Zhao Ningxi drink half full. After the water took away the bitter taste in her mouth, she stretched out her hand He opened Shen Youqing's hand - the unclosed water bottle almost spilled all over her.

Looking down at the water droplets on her body, thinking that it was the water splashed from the bottle that the woman had drunk in her mouth, Shen Youqing felt that she would not be able to wear this dress for a minute.

Putting the messy hand of the woman in her arms on her own belly, Shen Youqing twitched violently, and Zhao Ningxi fell down on the sofa and bounced twice.

The woman on the sofa had her eyes closed, and the antipyretics took effect very quickly. After a while, she seemed to have no longer felt the pain she had before. Forget about smashing your mouth.

Shen Youqing tugged at the buttons of his shirt on his chest, and just as he turned around, he was suddenly hugged by a strong force around his waist, and he almost staggered and fell backwards.

"Dad, don't go..."

The woman lying on the bed didn't know when she got up on her knees and sat up, throwing herself on her back, her two thin arms were so strong that she didn't look like a woman with a fever, Shen Youqing almost vomited out.

"Father, please don't go, Xiaoxi will be obedient, Xiaoxi will listen to you and get [-] points every day..." Hot tears seeped into the shirt, stabbing Shen Youqing, who was struggling to free the woman's hands The child became quiet, and the woman who hugged her from the back was still crying softly: "I will never stop my mother from giving birth to a younger brother, please don't go, I like my younger brother, Xiaoxi will take good care of him Xiaoxi gave him all the lucky money, and gave him all the candies..."

"Hello——" Shen Youqing patted the hands on the waist, carefully opened the two hands that were clenched together, pulled a piece of paper from the table, turned around, and wiped the tears on the woman's face : "Don't cry... I won't go..."

The cat-like woman with a discolored face, but her eyes are extraordinarily bright, her big black and white eyes are staring at her closely, "Are you serious, are you not lying to me?"

Shen Youqing was already afraid of this drunk woman, and her left hand, which had already healed, began to ache again. She was so stared at that she felt weak, and she had no choice but to nod her scalp numbly: "Yes."

"Great, Dad, let's sleep together." The woman cheered, jumped up and hugged her, pressed her under her body, closed her eyes, and leaned on her chest with a face of peace of mind : "Dad, tell me a bedtime story..."

"Pa—" the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.

At this time, Shen Youqing regretted teaching Shen Damiao to turn off the lights.

"My head is so dizzy, I see a lot of stars... turning around..."

"Dad, why are your breasts so soft and comfortable, I want to touch them..."

Shen Youqing grabbed Zhao Ningxi's restless hand.

The person whose hand was caught rubbed her shirt restlessly with his face, and the shirt, which had been unbuttoned, was directly opened to his chest by her.

Suddenly her chest loosened, and Shen Youqing closed her eyes, feeling a warm face rub against her softness——her front buttoned underwear was rubbed open.

"Meow~" Zhao Xiaomi's voice came faintly in the darkness.

Under the moonlight, Shen Damiao and Zhao Xiaomi were curled up together in the same cat nest. Hearing the cry, Shen Damiao opened his eyes, glanced anxiously at his servant Zhao Xiaomi, and stretched out his claws to stop the cat in his arms. , and licked its fur by the way.

A deep and hoarse meow sounded: "Meow~"

Be good, go to sleep.

……

The curtains were automatically opened at 07:30, and sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the cat nest near the window, two cats, one yellow and one white, were sleeping soundly. same frequency.

The automatic feeding machine ding-dong, and the cat food fell on the plate. Shen Damiao, who was hugging Zhao Xiaomi, opened his eyes first. After looking around, he happened to see a dog protruding from the sofa not far away. hand.

"Xiao Mi, Xiao Mi?" The white puppet cat moved its ears, and it was about to wake up. Shen Damiao stretched out its paw and pressed it into his arms, and called out in a low voice. After calming down in his arms, he continued to close his eyes.

Headaches are an unavoidable aftereffect of a hangover.

Zhao Ningxi failed to call Zhao Xiaomi, but heard a deep meowing, and Zhao Ningxi spent a full minute thinking - when did Zhao Xiaomi's voice become so deep and sexy.

Then her brain suddenly reacted like a computer with severe lag - this is not Zhao Xiaomi's voice.

After discovering a bug, Zhao Ningxi's rusty brain finally started spinning.It doesn't taste right.

She never drank tea, and there could be no scent of tea in the room.

The touch is not right either.

Today's pillow seems to be much softer than before... She closed her eyes and touched it for a long time, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

She seems to be... hugging someone?

—Hold someone!

Such recognition instantly made Zhao Ningxi's eyes widen.

She swallowed her saliva, raised her head, and glanced at the delicate collarbone, and along the slender neck upwards was a sharp-edged chin.

It looks...seems...a bit...familiar?

The person under him was sleeping deeply, breathing gently, and had no intention of waking up. Zhao Ningxi carefully tried to support the edge of the sofa with his hands, climbed up from her, and poked his head to look at her face...

Fuck!Shen Youqing!

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