yellow girl

Chapter 22

Cats have to be checked in on the plane.

Zhong Yifa, who had been on a plane once, would not let go of her life and death. She was about to board the plane with the cat in her arms.

Now that the cat was out of freshness, it rubbed its head back and forth in Zhong Yifa's arms, stepped on Zhong Yifa's thigh with its paws, and reached Zhong Yifa's nose with its cat's nose, so Zhong Yifa had no choice but to lower his head.

The cat sniffed carefully on his face.

Zhong Yifa thought of the first time he met this cat. In the midsummer of the deep grass in the courtyard, Zhong Yifa lay down and looked at the sky. There were small bugs in the grass biting his back, itching, and Zhong Yifa didn't bother to move.He has been away from home for a month. A cat walked over. Zhong Yifa raised his head to see the upside-down cat approaching. It was getting closer and closer to him. moved.Suddenly, the cat turned around slowly, its standing buttocks were facing its face, and its hind legs were rubbing against the ground.Zhong Yifa had no defenses at all, the cat planed the dirt on his face and got into his eyes, Zhong Yifa quickly closed his eyes and rubbed them with his hands, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Zhong Yifa covered his eyes, tears streaming down his eyes, and his eyes hurt suddenly.

The cat seemed to feel that his behavior was too much, and sat by the side watching Zhong Yifa, who was streaming with tears. From time to time, he went to catch the grasshoppers in the weeds, and stretched out his paws to watch Zhong Yifa scratching his head in doubt.

"Meow." Humans, crying, crying, crying, pitiful.

Zhong Yifa squinted her swollen eyes, and said in a crying voice, "You are so fucking pitiful."

Zhong Yifa said whatever he wanted in his youth, and rebellious boys also swear.It's as boring as a gourd now, and I can't hold a fart.

"Meow!." What the fuck are you talking about!

You think cats are easy to mess with.

Zhong Yifa was weeping, and said with a stiff neck, "Fuck you, you are so unconvinced that you come to fight!"

The cat was angry, and it pounced on Zhong Yifa, its hind paws stepped on Zhong Yifa's stomach, its front paws spread out, and five sharp nails were stretched out to press Zhong Zhong Yifa's neck. Zhong Yifa was thrown on his back and completely suppressed.

Zhong Yifa, who had been hungry for a few days and had no strength to turn over, and was stepped on by a dead fat cat, suffered sharp physical pain and mental collapse. Zhong Yifa tilted his head and fainted, with stubbornness on his dirty face tear stains.

The cat breathed out of its nose, walked away on elegant catwalks, and left behind a sentence: "Meow~" Useless things~

after that.

Zhong Yifa, who has kept cats for a long time, knows what it means to dig mud on his hind legs——Translation from the cat: It’s a big pile of shit, bury it~

And now.

The cat smelled good aftershave on Zhong Yifa's body, even better than the freshly dried fish.

This might just be the smell of spring.

The orange cat without birth control is more than half a year old, and its lower body is ready to move.

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