Feral cat domestication manual

However in the end nothing was done.

Once Jing Cong is touched, it will die.

Jiang Ci patted, and patted, and patted twice in a row.

After speaking, Jiang Ci turned his face down when he saw someone, and lay motionless on his stomach, pretending to be an ostrich, only to see a pair of red ears.

Who would have known that what used to be a little prickly head is now a ripe apple that could turn red at any moment.

I like drilling quilts so much.

He never thought that Jing Cong would be "unfamiliar with feeding", no one else knew, except him, how obedient and soft Jing Cong was.

Jiang Ci smiled silently, and pulled Jing Cong's upper body away from the quilt, and it didn't take much effort to pull it off.

He jumped up a topic and said: "It's still early, you should go to bed before you don't need it."

Jing Cong was a little deprived of oxygen by his actions just now, he nodded.

"Don't be stuffy under the quilt in the future, it's easy to cause brain hypoxia." Jiang Ci said while leading him to the bookcase.

Jiangci's bedroom is a combination of bedroom and study, all in one room.Next to the bed is a soft wool carpet. To the right of the carpet, there is an extended desk on the side near the bedside table, and then the entire space is full of books on the bookcase.

Further to the right is the balcony.

But Eji usually only reads books and writes notes in his room.Things at work are put on the small desk in the living room outside.

Fortunately, the chair was a bench, so the two sat side by side in front of the desk, and Jiang Ci chatted with him: "Usually, what do you do when you are upstairs alone, besides sleeping and eating?"

Jing Cong murmured a little: "It's just boring, just read those...miscellaneous books...picture books and so on."

"What miscellaneous books, picture books?" Jiang Ci was actually a little surprised in his heart.

"Hey, it's the kind... just to look around casually." Jing Cong felt guilty.

He doesn't want others to know that he is reading, because he just picks up a book and reads it when he is bored.He didn't have any other books, they were all old textbooks from his previous school, so he just read them like fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

In the past, even though fights were common throughout Jing Cong's study life, in terms of counting, sitting in the classroom was still the most time.

Apart from fighting outside of class, his teachers couldn't find anything wrong with him.As long as he sits in the classroom, Jing Cong will listen to the teacher's lectures. He does his homework sloppily but never defaults. He doesn't care about his test scores and never misses a test.

But it's just that he can't find any faults other than fighting, and he can't find any good ones either, which means that in the eyes of everyone, Jing Cong is really ignorant.

In his heart, Jing Cong doesn't hate reading and going to school like many children. He likes to peek at other people's lives from books and teachers.It's just that no one knows and cares.

So he never gave anyone a satisfactory answer.

No one really cared much anyway.He didn't bother to care.

Since he was a child, his grandfather took care of his food, clothing and housing, and he was already very content.

As for why he still brought those textbooks with him when he moved out of school, Jing Cong himself didn't know.It seems that in this way, I can be like those normal people, and still look like a student at the age when I should study.

Jiang Ci saw that the hand next to Jing Cong had been clasping the edge of the table, he was silent for two seconds, stepped forward and shook Jing Cong's hand on the chair here, and said in a relaxed tone: "I will take a casual look at the table. I am also willing to read books, and I can read books, which is just a good match for me."

Jing Cong bit his lip, his face shyly glowed, but slowly dimmed.The two sat close, and he even lowered his voice: "There are more people who are willing to read."

"But the only person in this world who can sit in front of me now is Jing Cong." Jiang Ci also lowered his voice, but spoke clearly.

Both of them knew that Jing Cong had low self-esteem.

The root of Jing Cong is low self-esteem.

No matter in emotion or in any aspect, his inferiority complex has been rooted for many years, it is invisible but entrenched in the bottom of his heart.In the past, he was suppressed by Jing Cong's precautions and was not too revealing.Especially after interacting with Eci and being together, the feeling of inferiority often stabs at him as if nothing.

But Jiang Ci knew that his inferiority complex was only seen by himself.

Jiang Ci stood up from his chair, turned the page directly, and invited him: "It doesn't matter what you watched before, now this is your home, you can watch whatever you want. As long as you like it."

Jing Cong knew that he had become a little emotional recently, his tear glands seemed to have been watered and grown, and he couldn't control anything when his nose was sore.It's not manly at all.

That's because he didn't know yet, his image at Jiangci's place was very different from the first two meetings.

Jing Cong raised his hand to rub his face, and then stood up. He didn't dare to let his eyes sweep over too many areas of the bookshelf.As far as the books in the lowest area of ​​his eyes are concerned, most of them are famous novels and poetry collections, and half of them are in pure English.

Jiang Ci didn't move or make a sound, he waited for Jing Cong to break through the awkwardness in his heart and choose what he wanted to see.

Jing Cong directly skipped half of the original pure English novel, and absently selected the other half. The people around him were silent, and he was like a light on his back.

In the end, I chose a collection of short stories at random.

"Go to bed and look more comfortable." Jiang Ci also picked out a book, somehow amused, he put Jing Cong on the back of the neck, and carried him onto the bed.

For the next hour or so, the two of them really just sat on the head of the bed, flipping through the book page by page, without talking or disturbing each other.

It's really weird and unbelievable.

The one who couldn't help it was Jiang Ci. Professor Jiang deserted many times on the way, his neck was stiff and he didn't dare to move, and his heart was itchy. She lowered her eyes and concentrated on reading a book.

Eji felt that he was not attractive anymore.