Shit shovel officer and his cat [Comprehensive British and American]

Sally's closet is full of clothes, but the kitten likes the new and dislikes the old. She doesn't like to wear the same clothes after a period of time. Li doesn't like wearing them either.

The kitten not only loves the new and dislikes the old, but she is very possessive of her belongings, even if she doesn’t use it, she will not throw it away, hide it in a corner, or put it in her territory.

Sally's territory is Hannibal's territory. If you change positions, Hannibal's territory also belongs to Sally, and Hannibal also belongs to Sally.

Generally speaking, the relationship between them is the relationship between master meow and shit shovel.

And now, Sally faced a problem.

A question that could transform their relationship.

Hannibal seemed to have an appetite for her, she could feel the saliva secreted from the mouth when the shit shovel bit her, and it wet Sally's body, he seemed to like the smell of Sally, on Sally's ears, neck, chest , His bite marks were left on the waist, thighs, and even ankles.

Restrained and slutty, a gentleman wearing a suit, with a serious expression and gentle temperament, pressed the girl he raised with his own hands on the sofa, supported Sally's calf with one hand, and kissed and licked it delicately.

Like a heretic, he has an unspeakable passion for his girl.

As if tasting a meal, his arm muscles were tense, and his shirt stretched. He was holding back, but he would bite Sally's skin lightly if he couldn't restrain himself. His teeth were embedded in the girl's delicate flesh, leaving a deep impression. Not heavy marks, moist liquid printed on the crimson tooth marks.

Hannibal gently rubbed the marks on the kitten's body, lowered his brows and eyes, his eyes were deep and lustful.

"You're so cute, Sally."

The voice was hoarse and unbearable, and the throat rolled and swallowed.

Sally had Hannibal's bite marks all over her body.

There are deep and shallow imprints on the girl's white skin, and every time she bites, there will be a claw mark on Hannibal's chest or back, and the fluffy tail is tightly wrapped around Hannibal's waist. Sally is afraid of pain, while Hannibal's restrained bite also hurt Sally.

What is he worrying about.

He is tolerant enough.

Occasionally, Sally couldn't distinguish Hannibal's appetite, or other ambiguous desires.

Sally wasn't in courtship season yet, so she couldn't tell for a while, but there was no doubt that Hannibal wanted to eat her right now.

Eat in every sense.

The kitten's clothes were ripped off on the carpet, the air in the living room was slightly cool, and Sally shivered. She felt that she had to do something to break this strange situation.

But before Sally said anything, Hannibal pressed down heavily, put his hands through Sally's back, circled her, and stopped moving.

Sally sank into the sofa, her breath was filled with the scent of cedar wood from Hannibal's body. He didn't drink, but Sally felt drunk.

"Have you stopped eating Sally?"

The kitten asked innocently and ignorantly.

Hannibal sighed, "Don't eat it, let's raise it first."

Sally was silent for a while, "But you hurt Sally, and you tore Sally's clothes. This is a set of clothes that Sally likes very much."

There's always something odd about a kitten's focus.

She hurts, but she gives Hannibal the same pain.

The kitten is quite vengeful.

The kitten's claws grew sharp points, and Hannibal had more than a dozen bloodshot claw marks on his chest and back, which was pampered.

Hannibal hadn't thought about actually eating his cat in the first place.

It comes from the dispensable principled question of the old father.

Hannibal gently rubbed the back of Sally's neck, the soft, warm touch slightly soothed Hannibal's fluctuating heart.

"Hannibal, is your courtship period so moody?"

Sally was upset because Hannibal bit her, but Hannibal's tenderness at the moment also made Sally drunk, so she couldn't help but put away her claws and leaned into Hannibal's arms.

The kitten has no defense against men and women, even if it is naked and sticks to Hannibal's body, Sally doesn't realize that there is anything wrong.

She just felt that she had no clothes to wear and was a little cold.

Hannibal wrapped his suit around Sally and carried her back to the bedroom.

"So what was Sally's courtship period like?"

On the bed, Hannibal asked Sally in a low voice. .

The two of them were head to head, intimate, as if they were whispering something.

The bite marks belonging to Hannibal on the little girl's body were clear and charming, as if the two had just finished some intense exercise, and then embraced tenderly.

"I don't know. Sally is a special kitten. According to the physiological calculations of ordinary kittens, Sally can already reach the courtship period, but I don't know why she hasn't come."

Sally felt drowsy, and consciously found a comfortable seat in Hannibal's arms, "Don't bite Sally next time, Sally made the first mistake today, and Sally doesn't care about you , Those who shovel shit must have the awareness to shovel shit.”

It was rare for the kitten to reason.

"Don't look for Alana either."

Sally drooped her eyelids, clutching Hannibal's collar with her small hands, and ordered him: "Sally be good, and you be good too, don't be marked by other people's scent."

The words became softer and softer, and the kitten took a shallow breath and fell into a dream.

Too many things happened in one night, and the kitten was already tired.

"But you can't, Sally."

Sally is a cat with a serious double standard.

She smelled of Will and the boy, and she thought she was awesome.

Hannibal kissed Sally on the forehead for a long time, and took the sleeping Sally into his arms to take a bath.

Sometimes it's not pleasant to have a too keen sense of smell.

One person and one cat spent the night comfortably. Sally trusted Hannibal, so she soon fell into a dream. Hannibal never defended his cat and slept soundly. The next morning, everything was as usual.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the kitten took the clothes and stood in front of the mirror for comparison, frowning tightly, while Hannibal was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Sally should have scratched your face hard last night!!"

Sally gritted her teeth and pushed open the door of the dressing room, yelling aggrievedly: "Look at what you did! You let Sally wear clothes and go out!! How ugly!!"

The kitten's slender and tender neck is dotted with bite marks and hickey marks, which cannot be completely covered by the collared shirt.

Hannibal is boiling goat milk.

Sally stomped her feet, and looked back to find a silk scarf around her neck.

The delicious breakfast was served on a white plate, but Sally didn't have the slightest appetite. She blamed Hannibal for the breakfast.

"Sally is going out! Peter sent a message last night, and Sally didn't see it until this morning."

It must be very sad for him to be there alone.

Sally felt a little guilty, so the blame was also placed on Hannibal's head.

Hannibal had no idea that he had done two things for his cat, he sat on a chair with Sally's shoulders on his shoulders, and persuaded her to drink some goat's milk.

Being a shit shoveler to Hannibal's level is quite responsible.

After breakfast, the two had their own business, Hannibal had a client appointment for a psychiatric consultation, and Sally was going to visit his friend.

Rick is in the hospital and Sally has to visit him.

Peter stayed overnight in the FBI, and when Sally went to find him, he was eating in the FBI restaurant.

The female forensic doctor Beverly and Will invited him to dinner.

It seems that in one night, they have known each other and had a good talk.

However, the naive Peter didn't reveal a single word he shouldn't have said, but it was strange that this detective named Will seemed to be quite concerned about Sally's family.

Sally's uncle...

Peter was worried, but he also felt that he was thinking too much.

Peter could see that Sally had a good relationship with her uncle.

"Sally? Have you had breakfast yet?"

Will pulled away the chair next to him, and Sally sat beside him, glanced at the breakfast they had, and the kitten's delicate eyebrows revealed a little complacency, "Uncle's goat's milk is great!"

Well, well, there's no one here who doesn't know that Hannibal Lecter is a great cook.

Beverly shook her head, and didn't care about the little girl's flamboyant words, because of the information Will revealed to her, Beverly now had a grudge against Hannibal.

Even with Sally, Beverly observed her unconsciously.

Peter met Sally's eyes and smiled, "You finally think of me?"

"There was an accident last night..."

Sally rubbed her face uncomfortably. The kitten loves this little gesture when she has mood swings.

However, as soon as the hand was put down, Will suddenly grabbed her hand, rolled up the sleeves, and there were a few bite marks on the little girl's knuckle-like arm.

Will's face sank slightly: "What's going on?"

Sally subconsciously withdrew her hand and put down her sleeves. The kitten blushed and explained awkwardly: "I had a nightmare, I bit it myself."

Will was silent.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a moment.

Peter bit the last bite of bread, got up very smartly, and said to Sally: "The FBI has nothing to do with me. I have to go back to New York. Aunt May must be mad. Sally, can you see me?"

Sally's expression changed slightly. She came to Peter because she wanted to go to see Rick with him.

The two left the restaurant.

After they left, Beverly said, "That bite mark belongs to an adult male in his thirties."

As a forensic doctor, Beverly couldn't even recognize this.

"I know."

Will got up and picked up the coat on the chair, "Beverly, don't be impulsive when investigating Hannibal, he is dangerous."

Beverly: "I have my own plan."

Peter can no longer delay in Baltimore. Aunt May's serial killings started last night and continued into the early morning. Peter can no longer pretend that no one answers.

Otherwise, he suspected that Aunt May would go directly to the New York Police Department to report her missing today.

But Peter still accompanied Sally to the hospital. He glanced at Rick on the hospital bed outside the door, and after making an appointment with Sally to play online games together on a certain day, he left.

Rick lost his mother, and Peter understood him, but couldn't comfort him.

No one knows what it's like to lose a loved one better than Peter.

He is not good at comforting, not to mention, what Rick needs at this moment is not comforting.

Peter stood at the corner of the corridor, and the boy quietly looked at Sally's back, and sighed in frustration.

"It would be great if Sally would accompany me at that time."

Peter put on his hat, turned and left.

The author has something to say: In this chapter, I rode a small bicycle _(:з」∠)_ to play around the edges, to prepare for the feeling, next time I will come for real, and I will show you the train_(:з」∠)

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