Chapter 158 She is responsible

Sang Qing said to suck it once, and he only sucked it four, five, six, seven, or eight times, not too much.

After finishing the sucking, he did not forget to comb Shi Ying's hair again.

He took out the tools again, polished and oiled each of Leopard's nails, and also applied special care oil to the paw pads.

Shi Ying raised his front paws, opened his plum blossom-shaped claws, and retracted and extended his nails twice.

He silently looked at the sharp nails that were smooth enough to reflect light, with a rare hint of cuteness in his eyes.

Sang Qing was touched by the cuteness, her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were sparkling. She couldn't help but raise her little face and rub Shi Ying's big paws.

The black paw pads covered the pearly white little face, and the soft and delicate touch spread along the palm. Shi Ying turned his face away awkwardly.

But he did not stop the female from moving, letting her rub against him. He wanted to stretch out his sharp claws but was afraid of hurting the delicate person, so he carefully retracted them.

He could feel the joy and intimacy emanating from the female, which infected him and made him feel happy.

The little Bodhisattva really likes to touch him the most.

Sang Qing patted Shi Ying's legs twice. Shi Ying immediately understood and obediently lay down again.

Sang Qing admired his own achievements with satisfaction, and even felt a little proud.

Look how well she takes care of her leopard.

But Leopard was soon set free, and she probably won't be able to own such a beautiful cat in the future.

She was still a little reluctant.

It feels so good, I won’t be able to touch it again in the future.

Woohoo~

Sang Qing buried his hands in the black and smooth neck hair and used his mental power to help Shi Ying calm down.

Shi Ying's spiritual threads were very active, and he was very familiar with her spiritual threads. As soon as he saw her, he came up to her closely.

It won't hurt her, just like she likes to pet cats and it's just in line with her spirit.

The bright white and light gold colors intertwined, and Shi Ying's spiritual threads were thicker and more numerous than hers, tightly wrapping around her spiritual threads.

Sang Qing let them pester him, as it wouldn't make him uncomfortable anyway.

Shi Ying's spiritual sea was clean and pure. Compared to the spiritual seas of Manzhu and the others, it was not polluted by that unpleasant aura. Sang Qing's spiritual thread stayed in it, and he also felt a sense of comfort like a fish entering the ocean.

The aftereffects of giving Manzhu mental comfort during the day seemed to have eased somewhat.

Is this also the function of the contract?

Shi Ying's mind was also very active outside.

The charming thought made his ears and cheeks feel hot, but fortunately his hair was pure black, the best concealing color.

The little Bodhisattva touched him, sucked him, and rubbed his face against him.

It was all her initiative.

That……

Shi Ying's mind was wandering wildly when he suddenly heard an inaudible sigh.

Shi Ying's ears twitched, and he heard the female's intermittent murmur, "If only... you were my cat forever... it would be great..."

Shi Ying was stunned.

Why did the little Bodhisattva suddenly say this?

Why couldn't it always be her cat?

He let her touch his tail and shared all his property with her.

She is responsible.

Shi Ying turned around to ask for clarification, but found that Sang Qing had already fallen asleep on his stomach.

The long breaths blew a small piece of hair back and forth, and there was a hint of fatigue behind the quiet face.

The words I wanted to ask were stuck in my chest, and a sharp pain surged in my heart.

Why do you always make yourself so tired?

Psychiatric treatment is so tiring, why do we still persist every day?

He seemed to have never heard her complain or lose her temper.

Don't cry even when you're tired.

He really didn't know what to say.

How could there be such a female?

Being independent made him feel uncomfortable.

That ethereal yet firm voice suddenly echoed in my mind again.

"Because there's something I want."

Shi Ying carried Sang Qing upstairs and placed him in the middle of the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on the edge, looking down at her.

Her long seaweed-like hair was a beautiful light blue, her slightly dark eyebrows were soft yet charming, her long black eyelashes, her straight nose, her soft red lips...

How beautiful she is.

She is like a fairy, with such a good figure.

She has a nice personality, and is so gentle and soft to everyone. When she smiles, it's like thousands of lights are blooming.

Even though she could have done nothing, someone would still praise her to the sky.

He lay down beside Sang Qing, took her hand, kissed her fingers lovingly, and a soft sound escaped from his lips.

"What do you want?"

Can't he give it to me?

His fingertips traced along Sang Qing's outline, stopping just below the collarbone.

The little Bodhisattva didn’t change into pajamas today.

He looked at it for a long time, but finally gave up.

He could sense that the little Bodhisattva was not as close to him in human form as he was in beast form.

But...if she were in beast form, she would be very uncomfortable.

Why do you never get close to him in human form? It's obviously him.

What does the little Bodhisattva like?

Crystal cores, cakes, flowers...

what else?

…

Sang Qing slept until noon again and was awakened by rustling sounds downstairs.

She could still hear Xiong Da's deliberately low voice, "Be quiet, don't talk, my wife is still sleeping..."

But Sang Qing had a good sleep, so he was easily woken up.

There seem to be a lot of people downstairs, I don’t know what’s going on.

Sang Qing opened the curtains and walked to the balcony.

At a glance, you can see several large trucks loaded with colorful flowers parked in the yard.

More than twenty workers renovated the garden in the yard and removed the original green trees.

Xiong Er was gesturing with the blueprint, as if he wanted to rearrange the layout of the garden.

The guards also helped move the downed trees.

Sang Qing waved to Xiong Da, "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Xiong Da looked up at her and became nervous: "Madam, did I wake you up?"

"No." Sang Qing shook his head.

Xiong Da breathed a sigh of relief, "The lieutenant colonel ordered the flowers and asked us to replace all the green plants in the yard."

"Don't worry, the Lieutenant Colonel specifically instructed that the rose you planted not be dug up."

Sang Qing looked in the direction of Xiong Da's finger, and sure enough, he saw a rose full of buds standing in a pile of fresh soil.

"What flowers do you want to change to, Lieutenant Colonel?"

The distance was too far, Sang Qing could only see the general color and could not tell what kind of flower it was.

"Rose... or rose?" Big Bear scratched his head, not quite able to tell the difference.

Sang Qing raised his eyebrows. That's perfect.

Sang Qing brought the pot of juice from his balcony down and asked them to find a corner to plant it.

Sang Qing observed several trucks of flowers closely. There were many varieties, including roses and roses.

Among them, there are several rare and difficult-to-grow varieties. Juice Balcony has the most, and there are also a few Sky Lotus Stars, but not many.

Wasn’t Shi Ying very satisfied with his garden full of green plants and didn’t allow her to touch it?

Changed sex?

Or do you feel that after seeing her flowers so many times, you suddenly think her flowers are quite beautiful?

But think about it, when I open the curtains in the future, I will be able to see a large sea of flowers and smell the fragrance of roses wafting in the wind, and I will feel good.