fear game

"Meow——" a cat meowed from the corner of the living room. A thin white cat, staring at the bright yellow eyes in the dark, walked out of the bedroom and stood hunched over at the door of the living room. , looking at Qi Mo warily.

Lance smiled. He loosened his arms holding Qi Mo's head slightly, and called softly to the cat: "Xiaobai, are you awake?"

Seeing that Xiaobai was still looking aggressive, Lance suddenly realized. He said to Qi Mo, "I'm sorry, Xiaohei, Xiaobai is jealous when he sees me hugging you."

Qi Mo had already sat up straight, and there was no trace of the fragile and broken expression on his face at the moment.He also seemed interested in cats, walked forward slowly, squatted down, and stretched out his fingertips, wanting Xiaobai to lick his hand.

"Hi, Xiaobai, you are the other pet that the owner said. Nice to meet you." Qi Mo really seemed to regard Xiaobai as the same kind.Lance has seen how he treats the security guards and nurses in the hospital so viciously that he wants to bite people. Lance has seen it before, but he didn't expect Qi Mo to be so gentle when facing a cat.No, it should be said that Qi Mo who came to give him an umbrella tonight has always been gentle.

But Xiaobai is different from dogs, there is no cat owner in this world who is not arrogant.It still bent over and stared vigilantly at Qi Mo's hand stretched out in front of him, and made a warning sound of "ha--".

"Xiaobai, come, let's shake hands." Qi Mo spread his palms, indicating that Xiaobai himself is not threatening.

The cat owner stretched out a front paw tentatively, and slowly lowered it in the air, and it was about to touch Qi Mo's palm... "Meow!" Xiao Bai scratched Qi Mo's paw vigorously, then turned around and flew away She fled back to Lance's bedroom.

Lance hurried over, knelt down and held Qi Mo's big hand to check the injury. Fortunately, it was just a little bit of skin and no bleeding.

Lance used his fingertips distressedly to stroke Qi Mo's warm palm twice: "It's not broken, so there's no need for rabies vaccination."

Qi Mo laughed like a child: "I'm afraid of rabies, I'm a mad dog in the first place."

What Qi Mo said was justified, but Lance didn't like to hear it: "Xiao Hei, I don't like to hear you say such things." Lance rarely showed a bit of sullen expression on his face.

Qi Mo focused on Lance's expression for a while, and suddenly he hugged Lance again. The newly grown bearded face stuck to the collar of Lance's sweater, making Lance a little itchy.

Qi defaulted and said sincerely: "Master says I'm not, then I'm not."

When Xiao Bai came out of the bedroom just now, the door opened a gap, Lance opened the bedroom door completely, and waved to Qi Mo: "Come with me."

Qi Mo was uncharacteristically obedient tonight.He stood in the doorway and asked awkwardly, "Is that okay?" He meant that he wasn't sure if it would be an offense for him to enter the place where Lance slept.

"Come on." Lance repeated.

There wasn't much decoration in the room, not even a few decent pieces of furniture.

In the middle of the bedroom was a bed that wasn't too big. It was probably just right for two people to lie on, and it was more than enough for Lance to sleep alone.The bed is made of wrought iron, and on the headboard of the bed is a rust-colored, old-fashioned hollow carving, rolled into a clump of intertwined vines, and dotted with copper flowers here and there.Very elegant.

The most wonderful thing is a branch pulled out from the middle of the vines, with graceful curves, and a lamp on the bud - a bedside reading lamp.

Lance likes to read. Among his few pieces of furniture, the biggest one is the giant wooden bookshelf on three walls. Except for the side next to the bed, the bookshelves are covered with layers and grids. , leaving only a little space for two windows.The shelves are full of various books, the most professional books of psychology, followed by books and periodicals related to medicine, and all kinds of philosophy and encyclopedias.

Qi Mo looked up and looked around, and saw that the bookshelves on the highest floor reached to the ceiling, and he needed to stand on a small ladder to get the books, so he couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "Master, your spiritual world is really rich."

Lance's praise was very helpful, he nodded and said, "Well, these books, I really want to put them all in my head."

Qi Mo was overjoyed, and he said: "Then now, don't I just walk into the master's mind? That's great, can I have a place in the master's mind from now on?"

Lance was amused by his logic, and said softly, "Okay~ But, I'm afraid you have to squeeze with Xiaobai. Xiaobai~" After speaking, Lance yelled at Xiaobai who was lying in the basket One voice: "Don't scratch Xiao Hei again, he is my friend."

Xiaobai seems to understand, but he is not willing to accept that his master has a "friend" other than himself, so he let out a listless "meow", continued to droop his head, and curled up into a white ball to sleep.

Its nest is very unique, it is a hammock in the air, hung on the ceiling of the bedroom by a bamboo basket made of rattan, with the shaking of Xiaobai's body, it will shake twice from time to time, and the inside is warmed by Lance The blanket and some woolen ball toys look very cozy.

"Come on, come and touch him, with me here, Xiaobai won't scratch you anymore."

Qi Mo walked over gently, put his hand on the top of Xiao Bai's head, and touched its long and thin body all the way to its tail. Its fur is short but soft.What kind of person he really is, what kind of cat he raises, Lance is a thin oriental beauty full of classical beauty, and the cat he raises is also very thin.

Xiao Bai lay on his stomach, with his eyes closed as if he didn't want to talk to Qi Mo.

"Master," Qi Mo asked Lance, "may I stay on your bed for a while?"

Lance showed a slightly embarrassed expression.To be honest, Lance is not very accepting of others touching his personal belongings casually, but for some reason, he has unlimited patience and tolerance towards Qi Mo: "Okay. But why..."

Before Lance could finish speaking, Qi Mo jumped onto the bed, knelt on all fours on the mattress, and kept changing positions, looking for something carefully with his head down.

"Xiao Hei, what are you looking for?" Lance asked puzzled.Could it be checking his bed for fleas?

"Found it!" Qi Mo raised his head excitedly, pinching a long black hair with two fingers, his eyes shining like he found some rare treasure, "Master's hair, I want to take it back as a souvenir With that said, he carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it up carefully, and folded it into a square piece of dried tofu.

Lance was really annoyed and amused by him, he said: "If you want my hair so badly, just pull one out of my head."

Qi Mo corrected: "That's different. The hair on the master's head is alive, and you can't just break it off casually. Besides, the hair on the bed should carry the smell of your body."

As a homosexual, Lance felt the ambiguity in these words, and his expression was a little awkward for a moment.