After being reborn as a cat, I kicked the actor

Qin Shi narrowed his eyes and noticed that Wen Song's face seemed to be getting redder.

The next moment, he lowered his head and said in a very low voice that he wanted to sleep.

Because his mouth was covered, he said it like a puppy humming. Qin Shi smiled and said, "I didn't let you sleep, you should give me some time to find a room."

Wen Song obediently let out a cry.

Qin Shi glanced at the room card, then at the order of the rooms on both sides, and led Wen Song towards his room. During the walk, he recalled the conversation just now, and frowned: "Wen Song, haven't you already sobered up?" gone?"

"……what?"

"... Forget it, your room is here." Qin Shi took out his room card to identify, and the door opened with a beep. Wen Song could only see the soft bed for an instant, and immediately threw him away, stumbling towards The big bed in the room ran away.

How can you look sober?

Qin Shi sighed slightly, closed the door behind his back, and walked over quickly.

As soon as he caught up, he saw the stumbling man bump into the tea table in front of the bed and let out a cry of pain.

Qin Shi ran over to catch him in a few steps, but Wen Song grabbed his clothes indiscriminately, tripped him, and fell backwards with him. Qin Shi knew that the bed was behind him, so he raised his hand and landed on Wen Song's back, Tell him not to roll down.

thump—

The two grown men fell on the bed together, making a lot of noise.

Qin Shi frowned for a moment, looked at the instigator lying on top of him, saw that his brows were still furrowed, sniffed and said, "It hurts, my knee..."

Qin Shi couldn't laugh or cry: "Now I know it hurts? Who made it?"

Wen Song looked at him, confidently: "You!"

Qin Shi: "..."

After a long silence, he said, "Wen Song, you were lying when you said you were drunk last time. I only know how drunk you really are now."

"Huh?" Wen Song tilted his head, expressing bewilderment.

Qin Shi snorted lightly: "You know how to play dumb when you're drunk, you really..." He was helpless.

Wen Song looked at him steadily, as if trying to judge his mood at the moment, and suddenly put his arms around his neck.

Qin Shi was stunned, his raised arms stopped, and he maintained his backward posture. He looked down at Wen Song, but he could only see the back of his head, which looked easy to touch. It reminded him of the time when he touched Qin Song Song in the past. the back of the head.

"Qin Shi." Wen Song buried his head on his neck and shoulders.

Qin Shi came back to his senses and hummed.

"Don't hate me..."

"Why do you say that?" Qin Shi was puzzled, Wen Song's drunken words had no logic, as if he said whatever came to his mind.

But the way he said 'don't hate me' seemed serious.

Wen Song choked for a moment, and the next moment Qin Shi felt the hands around his neck tightened a bit.

"Anyway, don't hate me!"

He stubbornly said don't hate me, but Qin Shi wanted to ask why.

"Why don't you tell me not to hate you? Did you do something behind my back?" Qin Shi narrowed his eyes, suddenly remembered something, stretched out his hand to put aside the hand on his neck, got up from the bed, and also supported Wen Song to sit upright On the bed, let him look directly at you.

Wen Song lowered his eyelashes because of guilty conscience, did not speak, and did not look at Qin Shi.

Seeing him like this, Qin Shi smiled and said, "Wen Song, since you are guilty and afraid that I will find out what you are hiding, then tell me, if you take the initiative to admit your mistake, maybe I won't be angry with you."

He pointed out that Wen Song kept Qin Song Song from him and refused to return it to him, but he didn't know that Wen Song had more than just this thing hidden in his heart.

Wen Song's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he simply remembered that Qin Shi said that as long as he took the initiative to confess, he would not be angry.

"Really?" He raised his head, knelt on the bed and approached Qin Shi: "As long as I take the initiative to confess, you won't be angry with me, and won't you hate me?"

Qin Shi pursed his lips, slowed down his tone, and said bewitchingly: "Have you ever heard that confession is lenient, and resistance is strict? It's the same with me."

Wen Song looked at him, blinking, as if hesitating.

Qin Shi raised his eyebrows and made a gesture to get up: "It's okay, if you don't want to say anything, just wait until later, it's getting late and I should be leaving, you can rest."

"Wait!" Wen Song got up, grabbed Qin Shi's clothes corner, lowered his head and breathed a little rapidly, unable to decide between saying or not.

Qin Shi looked at him like this, and reflected for a moment that he used the cliché while he was drunk, which seemed a little unkind. After all, this person is not sober, if he wakes up the next day and remembers what he said that night, he doesn't know how he will face him.

Thinking of this, Qin Shi stopped his usual thoughts, and said, "You drank too much, what's the matter, later..."

The words on the verge of his mouth suddenly stopped, Qin Shi frowned suspiciously, his eyes fell behind Wen Song, and saw the white shadow that flashed past just now, after confirming that it was not dazzled, he tilted his head and looked carefully, his eyes became even more unsettled untie.

He looked at Wen Song hesitantly: "What's behind you?"

Wen Song raised his head, as if he didn't hear his question, he said directly, "I'm a cat!"

"?"

Qin Shi looked at him, then at the white fluffy tail behind him that was flicking faster and faster, his eyes were very complicated for a moment: "Is this your prank?"

"No! I'm telling the truth!" Wen Song frowned.

Qin Shi laughed shortly, and raised his hand to poke behind him: "Well, it's the truth, you're a cat."

I thought Wen Song was going to tell the truth just now, but I didn't expect to say this after holding it in for a long time. I don't know when I got a prop out, and talking serious things to a drunk is only a waste of time.

Qin Shi grabbed the flicking white tail, and was about to ask Wen what he was doing with such a thing, when he heard him exclaim.

"Qin Shi, why are you grabbing my tail!"

While Wen Song was complaining, Qin Shi's tail moved accordingly, but it didn't slip away from his palm.

Qin Shi was silent, wondering for a moment what Wen Song's reaction would be when he sobered up tomorrow and recalled what he said tonight.

"Okay, grab it if you want, no one else will!" Wen Song said, his brows and eyes curved, revealing a bit of cunning and a little pride.

Qin Shi smiled slightly when he heard the words, and slid his hand down the tip of the tail, intending to untie the prop for Wen Song so that he could sleep later, but Wen Song was still moaning, as if the tail grew on him, so I just feel sick.

and many more……

Qin Shi's hand stopped at the base of his tail, and he was a little stunned. The next moment, Wen Song turned around and bounced out, clutching his buttocks, blushing and saying, "Qin Shi, why are you... a hooligan!"

"No..." Qin Shi was stunned, and then explained: "I just want to help you unlock that tail prop."

"It's true! It's true!" Wen Song patted the bed, comparing the authenticity of the tail with Qin Shi, and he was about to get up and turn around to verify the authenticity of the tail for Qin Shi.

"Well, really, the imitation is quite real."

Qin Shi put on a perfunctory mouth, got up from the bed, and didn't plan to care about these little hobbies of the drunk, thinking in his heart that the touch and temperature felt by the tentacles just now were really real, and for a moment he almost thought it was a real tail.

"It's not an imitation!"

Before Qin Shi could stand up, he heard that Song threw himself into his arms, and his whole body, except for his legs, fell on the bed, and there was a drunk man lying on his body, reeking of alcohol.

"Tsk." Qin Shi became impatient, and was about to push Wen Song away, when he raised his eyes, he was stunned, when did the extra ears come out?

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, raised his hand and pinched Wen Song's two fluffy pointed ears protruding from his hair: "Wen Song, where did you get so many... unscrupulous things."

Wen Song frowned: "You are not serious, I don't know how serious I am!"

"Okay, get up, stop making trouble." Qin Shi straightened his face, stood up and was about to push Wen Song away.

Wen Song lowered his head and leaned closer, looked at him with good eyes, bit the corner of his lips, and broke into Qin Shi's eyes with serious and stubborn eyes, and he said, "Qin Shi, I'm not making trouble."

Wen Song was drunk, but these words did not seem like drunk words.

Wen Song said again: "I'm serious."

I am serious about your feelings, and I am also serious about chasing you in those years.

At this moment, Wen Song couldn't hold many things in his mind, he could only see Qin Shi in front of him, they were so close, and Qin Shi was within his reach.

These days in the crew, they were so close when they were filming. Many times, their love for Qin Shi almost overflowed. He was no longer satisfied just looking at Qin Shi.

Man, it's really greedy.

If it was in a dream, would he not have to suppress those uncontrollable feelings anymore.

When Wen Song looked at Qin, his eyes shifted from his eyebrows to his light-colored thin lips, his heart beat faster, and he boldly lowered his head slowly.

"Wen Song, you..."

Qin Shi's breath was caught off guard by the soft touch on his lips, and several complex emotions came to his mind, including surprise, astonishment, and nervousness.

But there is only no disgust.

The edges of the two lips that were pressed against the lips moved a couple of times close to the seam of the lips. When Qin Shi thought that Wen Song was going to do something more, he found that he was just rolling against his lips, and there was no other way , is obviously green in this kind of thing.

The breath of red wine and Wen Song was entangled, Qin Shi's breathing gradually accelerated, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

It can't go on like this, he thought.

Qin Shi raised his hand and tried to push Wen Song away, but before his hand touched Wen Song's shoulder, he felt light on his body, and the soft touch on his lips disappeared.

There was a soft cat meow in my ear.

"Meow~"

The weight of the adult male on his body was gone, but there was a soft mass around his waist.

Qin Shi looked towards his waist and abdomen according to his body sensation, and there was an obvious dull expression on Qingjuan's face. He blinked, and still maintained the posture that was pressed on the bed by Wen Songban before, dazed and shocked. For nearly 30 years At this moment, my materialistic view was hit.

How can I accept the fact that the person who threw me down just now and kissed me after a word of disagreement suddenly turned into a cat after kissing?

And the cat looks very familiar...