Not too many out of four

There is also a big crisis in the Central Plains.

Li Jia wants to put all the cats to bed tonight.

Put the cats to bed, that is to say...

Including him.

An orange-white two-month-old kitten named Zhongye.

In the girl's bedroom, in the girl's bed, and in the same bed as Li Jia.

He put on a serious cat face, curled up his little furry body at the foot of the bed, his tail flicked the bed post irritably.

The minced meat that rubbed against the hair on the mouth and chest while eating cat food has been wiped clean by Li Jia, and the four paws are also wiped clean by Li Jia with a handkerchief before going to bed...

It's really hard to get off now.

To get out of bed or not to get out of bed?

Think of a way, Chuya Nakahara, Li Jia is about to go to bed after taking a shower.

If you don't take a walk, it will be too late!

"Are you all good today?" Li Jia came in wiping her hair, and smiled softly.

The girl, who was soaking in moisture and a faint scent of shampoo, sat down beside the bed. The soft and elastic bed was slightly sunken, and the water droplets from her black hair dripped on the edge of her pajamas.

The neckline of the pajamas was open and the top button was not buttoned up, revealing the delicate neck and collarbone. Li Jia pressed the towel to wipe the wet hair.

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved anxiously, leaning his body back little by little, until his hind paws touched the bedpost before he stopped and kicked.

The cat's eyes covered with blue film didn't even dare to look at Li Jia's back, and turned to the cats and cats in Nakaya who were huddled in the corner like him.

Li Jia took out the hair dryer in the drawer and connected it to the electricity, the whistling wind sounded in the bedroom, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also pressed down his ears reflexively to block the noisy sound.

The nervousness and anxiety somehow reminded him of the day Li Jia picked him up more than a month ago.

The fur was drenched, the coldness almost penetrated into the bones, and the body trembled uncontrollably...

Li Jia wrapped them in school uniforms and carried them back, and the upper body, which still had the coats to keep out the rain, was drenched.

The bedroom was filled with warm and dry air, and the whirring of the hair dryer was so loud that the cat folded its ears.

Nakahara was also slightly distracted. At that time, he was full of thoughts about going back to Yokohama and the port office. Facing Li Jia's help and kindness, he apologized but did not intend to let her know the truth.

Rather than letting her know that the rescued kitten was the Mafia, she would have thought the cat had gotten away.

The mafia is not suitable for her, and Zhong Yuan, who has just been promoted to a quasi-cadre, has offended many people because of his publicity.

If the fact that Li Jia had saved him was exposed, she would be involved in the struggle of the mafia whether they wanted to or not.

The sharp nails popped out, clacking the quilt, and Zhong Yuanzhong was suddenly picked up. He waved his paws and struggled to turn around: "Mi?!"

"Chuya, have the nails grown?" Li Jia held his paw doubtfully, pressing the pads to make the nails pop out.

The hook-like transparent nails showed a trace of blood near the pads, and Lijia pressed the nails with her fingertips to feel the sharpness.

"Mi, mi woo—" he flicked his tail nervously.

"It seems a little too long, why don't you cut it?" Li Jia said to herself, put Nakahara Nakaya on her lap on her back and pressed his abdomen with one hand, "Don't move Nakaya, I'll find a nail clipper."

The girl's outstretched five fingers firmly pressed down on her abdomen, and the thin hair could hardly block anything. Zhongyuan Zhong also cried out in embarrassment: "Mi!!!"

He thumped and wanted to turn over, "Mimimi!!!"

Li Jia hurriedly pressed him down, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, cutting your nails doesn't hurt at all, my sister can only cut a little bit."

She scratched the cat's ears and chin soothingly, feeling comfortable and ashamed at the same time, flicking its tail back and forth.

"Okay, okay, Zhong is also a good boy."

Li Jia took out the nail clippers for cats, turned him over and pressed the cat's paw firmly on his chest: "Didn't you also cut your nails before? It didn't hurt at all."

Nakahara Chuya's cheeks were almost burning, and his body froze and he didn't dare to move, until the nail clippers clicked down and cut off the sharp corners of the nails of the four paws, Li Jia let him go and went to catch other Zhongye cats .

The hard body fell heavily on the bed, and Nakahara Nakaya rushed to the foot of the bed like an arrow, huddled up, tightly balled up, even his claws and tail were folded up.

"...Mi." He buried his head under the quilt, and he called out muffled.

Her keen sense of hearing easily caught Li Jia's soft coaxing, and she threw herself on the bed to hug other cats.

I have seen that Zhongyuan Zhongye was hugged tightly just now and did not dare to move. How dare they be caught by Li Jia, meowing and flying around, jumping and fleeing to avoid Li Jia.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his head to reveal a pair of cat eyes, quietly looking at the orange cats parkour on the bed, "Mr. Zhong Ye" was accidentally thrown down by Li Jia, screaming and writhing and struggling.

The more it struggled and twisted, the more Li Jia didn't dare to let go. She hugged the cat tightly: "Mr. Zhongye, it's just clipping the nails."

"Meow." "Mr. Nakaya", who hid most swiftly, observed silently for a long time, and took the initiative to walk over and press Lijia's forehead.

The Zhongye cats are willing to actively cooperate, and Li Jia will naturally not forcefully hold the cats in her arms to cut their nails.

In the end, only he and the youngest cat were regarded by Li Jia as afraid of cutting nails, so they hugged him tightly and pressed them to cut them.

Zhong Yuanzhong was too ashamed to look up at the innocent eyes of Li Jia and other cats.

Oops, he is so bad.

"Zhongye, don't you want to come and sleep?" Li Jia, who had finally trimmed all the kittens' nails and dried their hair, lay down on the bed and patted the place beside her.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed back, showing his firm attitude.

Sleeping on Lijia's bed is already too much for an unknowing girl, how could it be possible to get close to her pillow.

If it weren't for the current weather and there is no need to hang a mosquito net, he would jump directly on the mosquito net to sleep.

"Don't you want to come here?" Li Jia sighed slightly with pity.

She turned off the light and retreated into the bed: "Good night, Zhongya."

The soft whispers seemed to be talking to him alone, but Zhong Yuan also knew that when all the cats and cats were together, Li Jia would directly call them Zhong Ye.

He secretly sighed, and began to regret showing that he cared about the name "Zhongye" back then.

If Lijia hadn't named them Zhongye, he wouldn't be so ashamed and embarrassed.

After all, an ordinary cat name and a name he has been familiar with for nearly ten years, the sense of belonging and identity are both "zhongye" more important.

Whenever Li Jia called him Zhong Ye, he inexplicably raised his heart and felt that one day Li Jia would know his true identity.

...A quasi-cadre of the port mafia, Nakahara Chuya.

The orange hairball moved, relaxed his tense body, and changed to a more comfortable movement.

The tip of the tail patted the quilt lightly. The dark environment in the bedroom did not affect his vision, but the drowsiness still came up little by little.

"...Are you guys asleep?"

Li Jia shrank back under the quilt and whispered: "It's a bit too quiet, I can't seem to fall asleep."

Zhongyuan Zhongya opened his half-closed cat eyes again, and responded shortly: "Mi."

He turned his head and glanced at the little kitten who should have fallen asleep and was snoring lightly. His eyes were wide open at the moment, looking full of energy: "Meow!"

It's no wonder that Li Jia said it was too quiet, they usually fell asleep when she was sleeping.

Go to bed at the same time, as if for the first time.

"Does Zhong Ye dream when he sleeps?" Li Jia pulled the quilt over her face, and her voice came from under the quilt.

"I seemed to be having a nightmare last night." Her voice stopped, and she continued, "I didn't meet Zhongye in the dream. You guys have been drenched in the rain in the alley, and no one came into the alley after calling for a long time."

"Meow?" The little orange cat sleeping on the other side of the bed looked up.

The girl's voice fell silent, and she didn't continue talking.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stomped on his paws irritably, hesitated again and again, and quietly leaned over.

"Mi." Finding Li Jia's hand shrunk under the quilt, he curled up and pressed on it.

If that's the case, you shouldn't be afraid anymore, right?

A little weight and body temperature brought a reassuring presence across the quilt, Li Jia moved and was about to turn over: "Huh?"

The Zhongye cats pressed Li Jia's quilt, and she couldn't turn over.

Zhong Yuanzhong also flicked his tail, which has nothing to do with him, he just pressed Li Jia's hand.

Other Zhongye cats will come over, probably because they are greedy for the warmth of the human body.

"Thank you, Zhongye." Li Jia said in a low voice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also yawned and closed his eyes.

When the bedroom is quiet in the middle of the night, it is easy to get sleepy.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear the shrill and soft meow of a kitten.

"Meow meow……"

The cat's ears trembled, but Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think so.

"Meow meow……"

The soft and squeamish sound of the kitten continued to grow louder and louder.

He raised his head and looked out of the balcony window, pricking up his ears thoughtfully and staring for a long time.

"Meow meow……"

That's right, there are really kittens meowing outside.

Not only did he hear it, they heard it too.

The Yingying cat's eyes lit up in the darkness one after another, and Qi Qi focused on the direction outside the window.

Li Jia fell asleep and took regular breaths, grunted softly, and frowned unconsciously.

"Meow." Tangerine Cat Tuanzi walked over and licked her hairline, rubbing against her comfortingly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly relaxed her brows.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked back at her, jumped out of bed and walked to the balcony lightly.

The delicate kitten meowed continuously and persistently, and the sound of Xixisuo's movements came from downstairs.

Lowering his head and biting the ground lock of the glass door, Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed out a gap and poked his head down from the balcony railing.

The meowing of the kitten seemed to be nearby, but there was no shadow of the cat anywhere.

The sound that can be heard from the room with the balcony door closed on the second floor should not be very far away.

Flicking his tail irritably, he glanced at the little orange cat leaning over, and said in a low and short voice, "Mi."

Can't find it, only sound, no cat.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but wonder if Li Jia heard such a voice last night.

"Meow, woof." He yelled in a very low voice, choked in his throat.

The little orange cat took a few steps forward, with its head sticking out of the railing and most of its body hanging outside, stretching out its claws to grab something vigorously.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised, quickly bit the little orange cat's hind legs and grabbed him, muffled: "Mi—"

Want to die? !

will fall!