My breeder is the strongest

When Xia Youjie handed the kitten to Wutiao Wu, he almost played a brainwashing BGM.

"Please marry me your daughter"

But his role is not the "I" in "Marry Me", but the "you" in "Your Daughter".

Gojo Satoru involuntarily inserted himself into his BGM, and casually rolled the cat ball sleeping into a ball into his pocket. The kitten rolled three times in inertia, and raised his head from the fluffy white fur dizzily.

Oh, cat.

Master Wutiao turned his head and walked towards the room, raising his hands and crossing them behind his head.

Isn't it just a cat——

Gojo Satoru looked at the sinking red sun on the top of the mountain, his eyes wandered, and he lowered his mouth.

Do not recruit cats like this kind of small things.

He doesn't care.

... He clearly cared about it.

Gojo Satoru lives in the side hall of the mansion, which is the closest to the back mountain and the deepest part of the security force.

The maids in charge of cleaning wore traditional Japanese kimonos, and the sleeves and skirts were tied up with ropes. Seeing Gojo Satoru come back, they stood up and bowed, "Master, welcome back——"

Halfway through their words, they paused slightly when they saw the young master's appearance clearly.

The end of the sentence rises hesitantly.

"……Come?"

"Yeah." Gojo Gojo smirked, "Prepare dinner, put hot water on it, and get a change of clothes."

"Oh, oh... yes, yes! But, master..."

The servants glanced over the dusty paw prints and grass roots on Gojo Satoru's face, and finally stopped on the top of his head - the little Persian cat with hunched fur and grinning teeth, biting his head and refusing to let go.

The leading nurse swallowed, and her tone paused.

"Need, can I bring the medicine kit..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath without leaving a trace, gritted his teeth and popped out three words from his throat.

"unnecessary!"

He calmed down for a few seconds before adding another sentence.

"...Go, move its cat food and cat litter from the study."

Gojo Satoru had no expression on his face, and "teared" the kitten off his head.

"Starting today, this little bastard will sleep with me."

The sun set on the western mountain, and the sky gradually darkened.

The side hall of the Gojo House was lit with bright yellow lights, servants came and went, their shadows were cast on the Japanese-style sliding doors, and gossip interspersed.

"Why did the young master suddenly think of that cat? Wasn't it always placed in the study for someone to take care of?"

"Who knows, the young master has not always been like this. He always thinks about it."

"Look at that expression, maybe it's because you're unhappy today and want to..."

Reiko Yoshimoto stands at the edge of the crowd, the light coming from above, her bangs casting shadows on her face, masking her expression.

"Yeah, maybe..."

The servants turned their gazes in her direction.

Reiko Yoshimoto grabbed her arm nervously, her nails digging into her flesh, and she spoke tremblingly.

"—"

In the living room, Gojo Satoru is trying to reason with the cat.

"No, I." Wutiao Wu pointed to himself, crossed his index fingers into a cross, and pointed to the cat food in front of the cat, "There is no such thing."

After making an OK gesture, he said deeply.

"Understand?"

The creature on the opposite side obviously didn't understand. The kitten took half a step back, arched its back, raised its pupils, and made a purring sound from its throat.

Gojo Satoru impatiently reached out to grab it, "What's it called, obviously I brought you back..."

Isn't it just thrown in the study for a few days!

Why is this cat so vengeful?

Besides, throwing away the study is also for its own good...

The kitten jumped up, dodging his outstretched hand.

Gojo Satoru turned the back of his hand and held his belly, the little Persian cat frowned instantly, bared its teeth and bit down——

Two canine teeth hovered over Gojo Satoru's hand.

"Tsk." Master Wutiao was successfully captured, and he was still muttering, "I let you before, but you really thought I was easy to bully."

"Master." The door was opened, and Reiko Yoshimoto knelt and sat in the doorway holding the dinner plate, "Dinner is ready."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru played with the cat in his hand and said casually, "Put it there."

He noticed that the struggle of the cub in his hand slowed down, and his attention was obviously focused on the dinner plate at the door.

Today's dinner is salmon sashimi, pan-fried saury, garlic broccoli and sea bream miso soup.

Oh--

Young Master Wutiao raised his eyebrows.

"do you want to eat?"

The young master let go coolly, "Here you are."

The little Persian cat regained its freedom, but instead of heading for the dinner plate, it walked around twice vigilantly—looking back at Gojo Satoru, and then ran straight to the tallest wardrobe in the room.

"Meow~"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru was also annoyed, he picked up the plate by himself, "Would you like to eat or not."

After speaking, I started to eat by myself.

The night grew thicker.

In the middle of the night, on the top of the closet, the azure cat's eyes shone brightly.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly with his belly open, and the kitten jumped down silently, walking towards the door with catwalks.

Next to the sliding door, there is the salmon sashimi delivered at dinner.

The little Persian cat wolfed down its meal, licked its paws with its tongue, and combed its beard with its head down.

After a long time, it carefully jumped onto the bed, next to the sleeping person, coiled into a small ball.

Gojo Satoru on the bed didn't open his eyes until the kitty's breathing gradually stabilized.

The fluffy tail rested on his thigh, through the pajamas, warming that piece of skin, and with the kitten's slight breathing, it went up and down.

Soft and warm.

Weak creatures.

It's a pity—it's just too weak.

He yawned and his eyes gradually closed again.

Weak things cannot survive where they cannibalize.

When he first arrived, Xia Youjie thought that he would be very uncomfortable, but the fact is—you can't imagine the happiness of rich people!

The bed is as soft as sleeping on cotton, the dinner is so delicious, no matter what you do, someone will prepare it in advance, you just need to bring someone there, and the rest will be done by the servants.

He was arranged clearly, eating, bathing and massage all in one.

I thought I would be sleepy from [-] o'clock the next day, but in fact I had no dreams all night. I opened my eyes the first second the alarm clock rang, feeling refreshed.

The maid with her hair in a bun opened the door and smiled gently, "Young master, how did you sleep yesterday?"

Xia Youjie sat up, "Very good."

"That's good." The maid obviously breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and whispered, "There's no need to change the mattress, the 1000 million one is fine."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Wait a minute, how much is this mattress? ?

The maid brought over a change of clothes, and Xia Youjie changed into them in a trance. After washing, he followed the servants to the side hall where Wutiao Wu lived.

Wujo Wu asked people to go at six o'clock, but when the time came, he still hadn't gotten up.

Xia Youjie randomly selected a book from the tray brought by the maid, and waited for Gojo Satoru to get up while reading.

What was waiting was not the well-dressed young master Wutiao, but a loud noise in the room.

Half a minute later, Gojo Satoru in pajamas was holding the cat by the back of the neck, his face as black as a frying pan.

This time I really don't blame him for his bad temper - after all, no one will be very happy with a blown/exploded head and a gray face.

Xia Youjie closed the book hesitantly: "...Your relationship has deepened a lot, it seems."

Many, to explode/explode.