Chapter 157 The Exploding Dandelion

It’s just pastries, she said I can help myself if I want to eat.

It’s not like she won’t give it.

There are so many on the table, I have to snatch the one from her.

Did he do it on purpose?

“Ding Dong—Ding Dong—”

The message notification sound interrupted the two people's gaze.

Sang Qing lowered her head to look, and Admiral Curry asked her if she could read the document clearly. If not, he would reorganize it and send it again.

Sang Qing clicked on the file above, and the content was too much and too dense.

The light screen projection has transparency and looks a bit tiring to the eyes.

It might be better to view it on a computer.

Sang Qing glanced at Shi Ying and informed her, "I'm going upstairs for a minute. I have something to do."

Then he went upstairs with a thump.

Shi Ying watched Sang Qing leave, his expression changing several times, and the sofa under his hands was pinched into deep wrinkles.

He felt restless and had no place to vent his gaze, so he turned to the pastries on the coffee table, of which only two pieces had been moved.

With a sneer.

Then he started eating without saying a word.

Oh.

Little Bodhisattva, don't even think about eating the cakes given by other males.

I can only eat what he gives me.

Manju, the male, is really cunning.

He and Youfei went to many pastry shops these two days, but found that this kind of pastry was not available at all.

He later asked around and found out that this pastry could only be made by orcs of the deep-sea clan with mermaid blood, and that it involved neutralizing the fragrance.

He couldn't buy it, and he didn't know any orcs related to mermaids except Manju.

He could only try to do it himself.

Make another pastry that can be substituted.

He can cook, but he can't make pastries.

He doesn't like sweets.

He would never cook something he didn't like.

But if Sang Qing likes it, he can learn it.

The problem is, he hasn't done it yet.

Even if he didn't like pastries, he knew that Manzhu's pastries were much more delicious than those he had found in the market.

Shi Ying endured the nausea and finished all the pastries.

I swore that I would never eat sweets again in my life.

nausea!

The smell is really unbearable.

He didn't forget to keep a piece, so he asked Youfei to come in and take it away to study and decompose it.

Youfei took the pastries in the box. Now he felt his throat tighten when he saw pastries. His taste buds automatically recognized the sweetness before he even ate it, the kind that was so sweet that it was choking.

He tried to persuade him bitterly, "Boss, the cakes you make are delicious enough. If you open a shop, you can have a comfortable life for the rest of your life."

Shi Ying gulped down three glasses of water to wash away the sweet taste in his mouth. He glanced at him sternly, "Not enough."

Youfei felt sad.

I want to cry.

Sometimes, even as the boss's most capable subordinate, he feels helpless.

When Sang Qing came back from reading some information on the computer, he was stunned to see only an empty box left on the desk.

Does Shi Ying like eating the pastries made by Manzhu so much?

"Is it delicious?" Sang Qing asked.

Shi Ying had a stern face and said firmly, "It's not tasty."

No way.

Sang Qing didn't believe it.

It doesn’t taste good, but you still eat it all?

I couldn't bear to leave any for her.

A duplicitous leopard.

Sang Qing didn't expose him. She waved the cloth bag she had brought down and said excitedly, "Do you want some mental comfort? And by the way, try my new maintenance kit. It guarantees your fur will be smooth and slippery."

Shi Ying was in a complicated mood. He finished eating the pastries sent by Manzhu, but she was not angry and even tried to comfort him.

So... does that mean that she doesn't care that much about Manju.

This realization suddenly made him feel much better.

The little Bodhisattva likes his animal form, so satisfy her.

Shi Ying transformed into a mighty and majestic black panther, gracefully prostrating himself in front of Sang Qing, with his furry head resting at Sang Qing's feet.

Sang Qing's eyes suddenly became bright, like lit stars in the sky.

After a period of care, Shiying's fur became better than before, especially under the crystal lamp, it was black and shiny, and particularly attractive.

Every strand of hair was tempting her to pamper them quickly.

Sang Qing took out the hair care cream and rubbed it in his palm, then rubbed Shi Ying's whole body without any hesitation.

Shi Ying is very obedient now. She stretches her paws when asked to do so, and turns over her belly when asked to do so. If there is something on her back that cannot be applied, you can even let her ride on her.

After applying the hair, Sang Qing took out a comb to help Shi Ying comb her hair. However, when she combed her hair to the tail, Shi Ying's hair suddenly stood up all over her body.

Sang Qing widened his eyes slightly, unable to hide the curiosity in his eyes.

Shi Ying swallowed the shameful groan that was about to come to his mouth, turned around and stared at Sang Qing.

"Did it hurt you?" Sang Qing tilted his head and blinked his wet eyes confusedly.

Shi Ying's eyes suppressed an emotion that she couldn't understand, and her voice was low and hoarse: "No."

Although Shi Ying said no, Sang Qing still let go of Shi Ying's tail and decided not to comb it for the time being.

Shi Ying's tail seems to be particularly sensitive and fragile.

But as soon as she let go, the tail automatically wrapped around her wrist as if it was afraid of being abandoned.

Sang Qing turned to look at Shi Ying in confusion, but Shi Ying had already turned his head away, with only his round ears twitching from time to time.

"Do you want to comb your hair?" Sang Qing raised her wrist.

"Hmm." A hoarse single syllable.

Sang Qing couldn't help laughing, it really was...

Sang Qing continued to comb the hair on Shi Ying's tail, but his movements subconsciously became much lighter.

Pull the tail off your wrist and straighten it into a comb.

Shi Ying buried his head between his paws, but heavy breathing still came out of his nose, wetting his paw pads.

Waves of strange feelings spread along the spine to the whole body, stimulating the brain to continue trembling with excitement.

Its ears were trembling, and the fluffy hair on its body never fell off.

He felt that the military's suppressants were in vain.

Does she know that a male's tail cannot be touched casually?

Shi Ying suddenly realized that she might not know...

Sang Qing's attention was attracted by Shi Ying's ruffled hair, so naturally he didn't notice Shi Ying's restrained breathing.

Sang Qing's expression now is as if he has discovered a new world, and the door to the new world is Shi Ying's tail.

A docile cat is certainly comfortable to touch, but a cat with ruffled fur is also super cute.

The whole body looks bigger, like a fluffy dandelion.

I want to touch it and suck it.

Who can refuse this?

So, after Sang Qing finished combing the tail, he looked at the fluffy hair that hadn't completely relaxed yet and asked politely, "Can I suck it?"

suck?

Shi Ying didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.

But it is a very intimate word by default.

She raised her chin slightly and said "hmm" proudly.

"Shi Ying, you are so good."

Sang Qing dove into the leopard's fur, hugged it and took a deep breath.

I immediately felt relaxed physically and mentally.

He even rubbed it with his face.

Who understands the happiness of petting cats?

Anyway, she has experienced it and it is excellent, with five-star reviews. She wants it again next time.

Super big cat, so happy.

Shi Ying felt Sang Qing's actions and emotional excitement, his back unconsciously tensed up, and his eyes flashed slightly.

If he brings it up tonight...

Will she refuse?

She didn't know, he could tell her.