Chapter 20 Have you ever had a cat?

Taking a bath makes my back ache, and it wastes time, water, and energy. I guess this is a side effect of having a boyfriend.

"Uncle, I was just thinking about what to wear tomorrow. Now I know. I want to buy Princess Belle's yellow princess dress and wear it to take pictures in the park tomorrow." I hugged his neck and acted coquettishly.

He suddenly laughed out loud, "You're still thinking about buying clothes at that time?" He pinched my nose threateningly, "I'll have to teach you to concentrate later." After that, he carried me to the shower to wash.

"Why do you always like to hold me around?" I couldn't help but ask him.

"Have you ever had a cat?" He didn't answer me, but asked an irrelevant question.

"Yes, I have one. I have a golden tabby cat at home." I didn't understand.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, "Do you like holding it?"

"Of course I like it..." I understood. In his eyes, I was no different from a pet. He would pamper it and spend money on it because it was just a pet.

My smile froze on my face, and he tightened his arms, "Little girl, don't think too much. I was just making an analogy to make you understand that if you like something, you will want to hold it all the time." His eyes darkened a little.

Yes, besides attracting him like a cat, I can also arouse his sexual desire and meet his needs.

He can be considered an advanced pet, isn't he the same to me?

I was the one who provoked him first, was attracted by his looks, and then was conquered by his superb skills. Now I am addicted to his favor.

He gave me money, beautiful clothes, love, companionship, and wonderful sex.

What else am I not satisfied with?

Seeing my expression change, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me, "Tell me what else you want?"

I said casually, "A diamond necklace."

He smiled happily, "Necklace? I'll take you to buy it tomorrow."

I think he seems to like me asking him for things.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm with you just for your money?" I tilted my head and looked at him.

"Haha." He laughed out loud, "I'm just afraid that if I can't satisfy you, you'll spend money to find someone else."

Damn, the way we met has become my dark history.

"Baby, tell me about your school life." He began to change the subject.

I hesitated. “What do you want to know?”

"I remember you said you lived frugally for three years for that poor boy. How much living expenses does your family give you a month?" He always liked to play with my hands, sometimes stroking them, sometimes putting them in his mouth and biting them gently, which made me feel numb and tingling, and I could never concentrate on chatting with him.

"6,000, and he took half of it, so there are only 3,000 left." I felt a little resentful.

"6,000 is already too little. With 3,000 yuan, you would be living a miserable life." He looked at me sympathetically.

Doesn’t he and I live in the same price system?

"6,000 is a lot among classmates. Many of them only have 1,500." I tried to help him understand the current consumption level of ordinary people.

"1500, that's almost the same as wilderness survival." He was still biting my fingers carelessly.

"What do your parents do?" He started playing with my earlobe.

He harassed me so much that I couldn't think straight, so I answered him honestly, "My dad runs a small garment factory, and my mom is a doctor."

He was a little puzzled. "Then you must be from a well-off family. Why do you seem to rarely travel?"

His words touched a sore spot for me, and I started to complain furiously: "My parents are busier than each other, and they rarely spent time with me since I was a child. I was raised by my grandmother.

Materially, I've never been deprived. As far as I can remember, my father has been on business trips frequently and rarely comes home. My mother is a doctor, so working overtime is common.

It seemed like they never found the time to go on a family trip.

When I grew up a little, I was asked to take endless interest classes. My mother trained me like a special forces soldier, from dance, art, piano, swimming, tennis, and horseback riding. I spent all my holidays learning these when I was a child.

My dad doesn't care about that; he's only concerned with satisfying my unreasonable material demands. To stop him from harassing me, I took the initiative and started playing with his fingers like he did.

His fingers are long and his nails are neatly trimmed.

"Why is it an unreasonable material demand?" He was a little surprised.

I looked at him like he was stupid and said, "My mom will satisfy any reasonable request I make."

He smiled and said, "Then what unreasonable requests do you have? Tell me about them."

"For example, when I was in elementary school, a classmate had a pair of red leather shoes with pearls on the uppers. I wanted one too, but my mom thought I had enough shoes and refused to buy them for me. I hugged my dad and kissed him a few times, and he finally gave me the shoes." Thinking about my childhood, my eyes were filled with smiles.

"If you kiss me more, I'll give you whatever you want."