Extra 2 (500 nutrient solution plus more)

/Childhood sweethearts if/

He Mian is actually a cat, and only Song Jing knows this.

The cicadas outside the window kept chirping. Song Jing sat in her seat, supporting her head with her hand and looking at He Mian who was called up to do the questions.

She lowered her head to look at the answer she had written on the paper, then looked up at He Mian. The steps he wrote on the blackboard were exactly the same as hers.

Song Jing sighed and twirled the pen in her hand boredly.

After calculating the final answer, He Mian made a solid dot on the blackboard with chalk and walked back to his seat.

The teacher looked at the answer on the blackboard with satisfaction, returned to the podium and continued to explain the question.

This is the last class of the day, and many students have started to become absent-minded, especially those who are unable to understand the incomprehensible subject of mathematics. The classroom seems a bit restless.

Even though the air conditioning in the classroom was turned on cool and comfortable enough, Song Jing always felt a little irritated.

Suddenly, a note was thrown on the table. Song Jing glanced at the teacher on the podium and then lowered her head to open the note passed to her desk.

【Will you go home together after class? 】

Song Jing glanced back at He Mian, who was sitting behind her to the right. He was looking at her. She pursed her lips and shook her head slightly. Before she saw the disappointed look on He Mian's face, she turned around. She wrote a reply on the note and passed it back to He Mian.

He Mian looked down at what Song Jing had written on the paper and sighed silently.

[Today is Lingling's birthday. She invited me to her house for dinner. We can't go home together tonight.]

Lingling is Song Jing's deskmate. Her home is not far from Song Jing's home, and the two have a good relationship, so they made an appointment to celebrate their birthdays together.

Song Jing had dinner and cake at Lingling's house before returning home.

"You're back so soon. Why don't you play for a while longer?" Song Jing's mother sat on the sofa and looked up at Song Jing who was changing shoes at the entrance.

"Well, I came back after eating the cake. I still have a lot of homework to do tonight." The weather outside was really hot. Song Jing was already sweating when she got home. She changed into slippers and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Jing's father, who was still cleaning the kitchen, glanced back at his impetuous daughter and said, "The clothes that were hung out to dry yesterday have been taken back to the cloakroom."

"Oh." She responded with a long sigh and disappeared.

When she saw her again, Song Jing had already finished taking a shower, blow-dried her hair, and came out of the room. "Mom, I'm going to find He Mian to do some homework together." She was holding the papers and exercises for tonight in her hands, and only remembered to tell her parents when she reached the door of her house.

Song Jing's mother looked up at her arms full of books and nodded. "Well, don't work so hard. Remember to take a break after doing some exercises."

Her daughter was incredibly hardworking and had excellent grades. Although the college entrance exam was still a month away, she sometimes worried that Song Jing was exhausting herself.

Song Jing blinked and nodded silently.

She opened the door of He Mian's house and saw that he was not in the living room, so she walked straight to his room.

He Mian lived across the street from the Song family. His father used to work with Song Jing's parents, but later changed jobs. Because of their jobs, his parents often traveled for work and were often away from their home. The two families had a good relationship, and the elders knew each other well. Since He Mian was staying home, Song Jing's parents would often drag him over for dinner.

The two children were in the same class and their grades were very similar. As the college entrance exam was approaching, they often studied together.

Song Jing turned the handle of He Mian's door, but found that he had locked the door.

She looked at the dark brown door with some surprise, and simply patted it a few times with her free hand. "He Mian, what are you doing in the room?"

Then she heard a bang in the room, "He Mian, are you okay?"

The door opened, and she saw He Mian, his face flushed and his breathing rapid. Song Jing frowned and subconsciously checked his forehead, finding it hot. "Has your strange illness recurred?"

He Mian forced a smile and nodded, then fell into Song Jing's arms.

He Mian is a cat, and only Song Jing knows this. Song Jing also knows that He Mian's parents are also cats.

Although the family had raised kittens before, Song Jing still didn't understand enough about the body and physiological structure of cats.

He Mian would become extremely weak and have difficulty breathing for two or three days every month, accompanied by fever all over his body. In fact, this is the estrus period of cats, but He Mian never explained it clearly to Song Jing in order to prevent her from thinking he was a pervert.

After all, he was a human now, so he didn't have the same symptoms as the kitten. He simply had a physiological reaction, instinctively, because he had reached puberty and had someone he loved. Every cat god like him had different symptoms, and He Mian's symptoms were relatively severe.

So Song Jing only knew that this was a reaction between the cat and the human body, and called this symptom "your strange disease."

Song Jing is in her growth spurt now. She skipped two grades in her studies, so she is still growing. She may have grown five or six centimeters this semester alone, but He Mian grows faster than her.

He Mian was taller than her, and it was not easy for her to bear his weight. Song Jing was about to collapse, so she hurriedly threw the book in her hand onto the table and then put He Mian on the bed.

Song Jing, who had just finished taking a shower, felt herself sweating again. He Mian was lying on the bed breathing with some difficulty. His breathing gradually became rapid and deep, and it seemed that he was about to suffocate.

Song Jing knelt on his bed and patted his chest, "Are you okay? Why is your reaction so severe this time?" Before she could finish her words, He Mian suddenly sat up and hugged her.

He should have finished showering earlier than her. The smell of shower gel on his body was not as strong as hers now, but it was still very fragrant. Song Jing was suddenly wrapped up. She shrugged her shoulders and shook subconsciously, then stood there in a daze, quietly being held by him.

Although he didn't know why, He Mian had to hold her in his arms every month when his strange illness attacked to relieve the symptoms. He didn't need to take any medicine, and he would feel better just by staying with her.

At first, Song Jing thought He Mian was lying to her, but after seeing him curled up in her arms and slowly returning to normal after he was about to go into shock, Song Jing had to believe it.

Although she didn't know the mechanism of the treatment, they had known each other for so many years. Song Jing didn't want to see him die in front of her, so every time he had an attack, she would stay with him and let He Mian hold her.

Song Jing raised her hand and then gently patted He Mian's back.

"Yes, I'm sorry, let me hold you for a while longer." He Mian leaned on her and his tone still sounded a little weak.

Song Jing was so weak that she was afraid that he would faint in front of her, so she didn't resist and just adjusted her sitting position on the bed.

He Mian thought she was going to let go of his embrace, so he subconsciously tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her in front of him. Their two bodies pressed tightly together, exchanging each other's warmth.

It was so strange. The air conditioner in the room was clearly set to a very low temperature, but Song Jing felt inexplicably hot, so hot that tiny beads of sweat seemed to appear on the tip of her nose.

Seeing that He Mian's breathing gradually became smoother, she asked, "Um, I want to wipe the sweat off my face." If He Mian continued to hug her so hard, she felt that she might be the one who would go into shock.

"Okay." He responded softly and slowly loosened his arms, but his movements seemed a little reluctant.

Song Jing climbed down from the bed, reached out and took two tissues and wiped her face roughly.

He Mian sat on the bed with an obedient look on his face, his eyes fixed on her. His sight was pricked by the white legs under her short pajamas. He held his breath, blinked in panic, and then looked away.

Song Jing's cooler hand suddenly covered his forehead. "Do you have a fever? Why does it feel a little hot?"

"I have a slight fever, but it's not a big problem." He squinted his eyes at her and said, "Do the test. I feel much better now."

Song Jing nodded expressionlessly, "I haven't finished the two sets of test papers that will be taught tomorrow, but I'm only halfway through each, so there's no other homework." However, in addition to the homework assigned by the teacher, she also has many study plans that she has set for herself.

"Yeah." He Mian straightened his wrinkled clothes, got out of bed, sat at the desk and started doing homework with Song Jing.

His desk was large, so large that even if two people sat together to do their homework, they wouldn't touch each other. Silence returned to his ears, with only the faint hum of electrical appliances and the rustling sound of the two people's pens rubbing against paper.

Song Jing was extremely serious about everything she did, completely immersed in her own world. So He Mian didn't dare to disturb her, but just silently observed her expression.

She held the pen in her right hand against her chin and looked carefully at the question in front of her. If she did it well, she would smile, but if her thoughts were stuck, she would immediately frown.

However, tonight's homework went relatively smoothly. When Song Jing finished the test paper and corrected her answers with a red pen, it was still early, and there was still more than an hour before they went to bed.

She silently took out a thick book of review questions and started to do them. When she got to the last math problem, she suddenly got stuck. She had solved the first two problems, but she couldn't think of how to solve the last problem after thinking for a long time.

She put down her pen, let out a breath and decided to take a short break.

Song Jing raised her eyebrows and glanced at He Mian, noticing that he was also looking at her. "Um, have you finished your homework?"

He Mian smiled and nodded, "It's done."

She stood up and stretched her muscles, then bent down to test the temperature on his forehead. "Why is the fever still there? Doesn't it usually go away once you recover?"

"Maybe, it's because I haven't fully recovered yet, so I still feel a little uncomfortable." He narrowed his eyes slightly and acted as if he was in great pain.

"Ah, he hasn't recovered yet? Do I still need to hold him?" Song Jing was a little confused.

Then she was taken to the bed and held by He Mian again. His bed was very clean and tidy, even the quilt was neatly folded and placed aside. There was even a very light and somewhat fresh fragrance on the bed, just like He Mian himself, a very clean fragrance.

Song Jing sat cross-legged on the bed feeling a little tired, so she simply lay down. To her, He Mian was a cute kitten and a half-sibling, so she was extremely insensitive to such behavior and actions, not to mention that she just felt that she was helping He Mian.

He Mian lay on his side in bed, staring at her absentmindedly, his gaze wandering across her face. Song Jing's brain was probably tired from working on her homework all night, and she was in one of her daily dazes. She didn't care how He Mian held her, she just stared blankly at the ceiling.

Song Jing only felt a sore and itchy feeling on her waist and neck, followed by a warm touch. He was too close to her, so close that the hot air from his breath made her skin feel hot.

He Mian looked at her sensitive and fragile neck, resisting the urge to lick and kiss her and simply hugging her. However, the distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that it seemed that he was about to kiss her.

But Song Jing seemed to be in a daze and didn't react at all.

There was silence in the air for a while, and then Song Jing suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" He Mian was so startled by her that he sat up from the bed, thinking that she was feeling unwell.

Song Jing started to laugh cheerfully, her eyes and eyebrows curved as she clapped her hands together, "I know, I know how to do that problem!"

She hurriedly put on her shoes and ran to the desk, picked up a pen, buried her head and began to write. The tip of the pen rubbed quickly against the thin paper of the exercise book.

He Mian looked at her with a frown, somewhat helpless, but he couldn't help but be touched by her cute appearance. The light from above his head shone on his gentle face.

Song Jing quickly solved the last problem. She frowned and carefully opened the answer key in the exercise book. When she saw that the final calculation result was completely correct, she breathed a sigh of relief, put the pen cap back on and threw it on the table.

"I'm done." A bright smile appeared on her face, and her eyes, which had been dazed just now, suddenly became bright. She raised her head and looked at He Mian, who was still sitting on the bed, and found that he was looking at her with a smile.

Song Jing tilted her head and asked, "How do you feel now? Do you want a hug?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation and stretched out his arms to hug her again.

Song Jing actually thought He Mian was a very gentle and easygoing person, otherwise they wouldn't have such a close relationship. But for some reason, her friends always thought He Mian looked a little fierce. She was a little puzzled as to how fierce a high school student could be.

Even her deskmate Lingling felt the same way. This afternoon, when they were packing their bags and heading to her house, Lingling said to Song Jing, "I thought I saw He Mian when I was walking out of the classroom with you just now. Was he waiting for you?"

Song Jing shook her head. "No way, I told him today that I won't go home with him."

"I always felt like he was looking at you just now." Lingling shuddered.

"Really? I didn't notice. How about I ask him to go to your birthday party together?" Song Jing turned around subconsciously, and sure enough, He Mian was standing not far behind her. However, because she was not wearing glasses, she couldn't see the expression on his face, let alone be sure whether he was looking at her.

"No, no, no, I'm not familiar with him, and I always feel that he is very cold and doesn't talk much." Lingling waved her hands quickly.

Song Jing still doesn't quite understand why. He Mian is such a gentle person. Although he looks a bit stern when he doesn't make any expression, he actually has a good temper.

A whole night of mental activity had left her somewhat exhausted. The joy and excitement she had just felt from solving the puzzle was like a fleeting flash of light, but after a brief moment of excitement, she no longer had the energy to continue her joy. Song Jing leaned against He Mian, somewhat exhausted, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He Mian couldn't help but pat her on the back and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"A little bit." Song Jing said weakly, then shook her head, and her chin, which was resting on his shoulder, also shook. "No, it should be that I'm very sleepy, very sleepy..."

"Then do you want to go home and sleep?" He Mian turned his head slightly and wanted to take a look at Song Jing's expression, but unfortunately her whole face was buried in his shoulder and he couldn't see clearly.

"I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep now..." Song Jing said and fell asleep.

Later, He Mian took her back to her home.

He Mian is actually a cat that can transform its tail, and only Song Jing knows this.

The two students, both having successfully passed the college entrance exam, received acceptance letters from the same university on the same day. Two days later, He Mian's eighteenth birthday arrived, and his parents returned from out of town to celebrate. The two families booked a private room together for dinner to celebrate.

But He Mian's parents left for work just two days after returning. Even on He Mian's eighteenth birthday, only Song Jing was with him. But there was something even more unfortunate: his strange illness came back again.

And this time it seemed to be particularly violent. When Song Jing brought the cake to He Mian's house, he was about to fall into a coma.

Song Jing had no choice but to stuff the cake into the refrigerator and helped He Mian back to the room.

He had a fever but felt very cold all over, even though it was the hottest time of the summer. He Mian couldn't help but snuggle into Song Jing's arms. In the past, He Mian usually held her in his arms, but this time, it was rare that Song Jing held him in her arms, just because he was taller and stronger than her, the scene looked a little naive.

"It's cold, so cold." He cried out with trembling lips, his hand tightly grasping a corner of Song Jing's clothes.

Song Jing had no choice but to pull the quilt over them both. "Why is it so cold? Do you want to turn off the air conditioner?"

He Mian shook his head again, remembering that Song Jing was afraid of the heat. This inner chill was different from the winter chill. He just wanted to touch Song Jing's skin, just want to quietly feel her warmth, just want to slowly absorb the scent that belonged only to her.

Song Jing held his face and touched his head, looking at his expression that looked particularly well-behaved because of the strange disease. Her heart couldn't help but soften, and she patted him gently while hugging him tightly.

Just when she felt she was about to fall asleep on his bed, she suddenly felt a strange touch on her legs. She was wearing a refreshing and cool short skirt today, and her legs exposed to the air were wrapped in the quilt. She frowned and lifted the quilt, only to see He Mian wagging his tail. His furry tail, like a scarf, climbed up her legs, as if he wanted to wrap her legs around his tail.

He Mian's true form is a Maine Coon cat, but Song Jing had only seen his true form when he was a child. At that time, his tail was still very thin and the hair was not yet lush. She didn't expect that He Mian's tail would grow into what it is now.

Although it felt very novel, Song Jing still poked He Mian's arm with some fear, "He Mian, how did your tail appear?"

He Mian raised his head weakly, revealing a pitiful expression. His brows were pressed down, and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, perhaps because of the fever or because he was too uncomfortable. "Jingjing, don't you like my tail?"

"Huh?" Song Jing was stunned for a moment, then she carefully observed his tail. The fur on his tail was gray and white, and the fur on his tail was very smooth. The shape of the fur was also very beautiful. "No, your tail is quite cute."

Song Jing subconsciously reached out and touched it. He Mian, who was still lying in her arms, couldn't help but groan. Song Jing realized that there were nerves in his tail. She quickly let go of her hand, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

He Mian raised his hand and placed it on hers, giving her an extremely gentle smile. "No, Jingjing, you can touch it if you like."

Song Jing touched his tail like a curious baby and let it rest on her legs. After lunch, sleepiness gradually came over her, and she actually fell asleep holding his tail.

He Mian held her in his arms, put her head on the pillow, and quietly fell asleep with her in his arms.

He sighed silently. She was still young, still young. She should wait a little longer.

College life was not as interesting as Song Jing had imagined. Her life was still filled with courses, studies, homework, endless data to calculate, and endless lab reports to write.

But the good thing is that He Mian is still by her side. It is a lucky thing to have an acquaintance in a new environment.

"By the way, I won't be going back to the dormitory tonight, don't worry." Song Jing fiddled with the scarf around her neck in front of the mirror in the dormitory and reported to her roommate. Song Jing's home and university were in the same city, and she would not stay overnight in the dormitory for a few days every month. Her roommates were used to it.

After tidying up her clothes, she picked up her bag and walked out of the dormitory.

Her roommates thought Song Jing had gone home, but in fact, Song Jing went to spend the night in the apartment that He Mian rented outside the school.

The strange weakness that He Mian experiences every month seems to get worse as he gets older. Before, he would only feel weak and sweat all over his body during those two days. Since he became an adult, he can no longer control his tail, and his fever has become more and more severe and long-lasting. Just holding him for an hour or two is no longer able to alleviate his symptoms.

Song Jing simply spent the night with him.

When she arrived at He Mian's apartment, he was cooking dinner for the night. Song Jing had his key and the combination to his door. She deftly changed into the slippers prepared for her, hung up her bag, and walked up behind He Mian, hoping to startle him.

He Mian had such good hearing that he must have heard Song Jing coming to his house a long time ago. How could he not know that Song Jing was standing behind him? However, he still pretended not to know and deliberately made a surprised expression.

"Jingjing, you're here so soon?" He poured the food in the pot into a plate and walked to the dining table with the last dish he had prepared.

"This week's homework is just a small essay, which I've already finished, so I came early." She tilted her head to look at his expression, which seemed normal. "You haven't had a seizure yet?"

He Mian raised his head and smiled at her, "No, but I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. It might flare up tonight."

She nodded and sat opposite He Mian, putting her hands on the table and waiting for He Mian to give her a spoonful of soup.

As expected, after having dinner and washing up, He Mian began to feel a little sick, but this time the symptoms were not so bad, probably because Song Jing came to his side in advance, which made him less easily anxious. The comforted kitten He Mian now feels very happy.

However, Song Jing seemed to be quite carefree towards him and didn't care whether he was of the opposite sex or not. When He Mian said he felt uncomfortable and wanted a hug, she came over and hugged him, and was also enthusiastically playing with the big tail he had specially conjured up.

Even when her roommates had teased her about her relationship with him, she had explained seriously that they were just very good friends, and He Mian was unable to refute it.

He held her quietly, and only after feeling her breath filling his surroundings did He Mian gradually calm down.

In the end, Song Jing fell asleep directly on his bed, even though He Mian had prepared a bed for her in the apartment he rented.

He didn't want to be separated from her out of selfishness, and his estrus period had not yet eased, so He Mian had no choice but to put his furry tail on Song Jing's waist and fall asleep with her.

-

After two or three years in college, Song Jing has become accustomed to her mechanical, boring, but occasionally interesting life.

Song Jing's project had been successfully concluded, so the teacher invited the project team out for a meal. It happened to be the weekend, and He Mian had asked her if she was free that morning.

Unfortunately, because she had to have dinner with the group, she told He Mian directly that she was not free today.

After dinner, Song Jing and another girl in the group went shopping in the mall for a long time. When they returned to the dormitory, it was completely dark.

Song Jing raised her head, looking for the positions of the moon and Venus while kicking the pebbles at her feet and returned to the dormitory.

Song Jing always had a strange feeling in her heart until she finished taking a shower and went to bed. She thought about it for a long time before she realized that He Mian had not sent her any messages except for the one he sent this morning. She usually went to bed early and got up early, so he would usually send her a good night message at this time.

Song Jing tossed and turned in bed, with strange feelings constantly emerging in her heart. She got up, picked up her phone and sent a message to He Mian, but there was no reply. Fortunately, it was still early and her roommate had not yet gone to bed, so Song Jing called him directly. He finally answered Song Jing's call when the system was about to hang up because no one answered.

"Jingjing..."

As soon as she answered his call, Song Jing noticed something was wrong with his voice. She glanced down at the time on her smartwatch and suddenly remembered, "Have you had another attack these past two days?"

He Mian lay on the sofa in the living room unbearably, speaking with a heavy nasal voice, "Well, it's so uncomfortable, Jingjing, I feel so uncomfortable."

Song Jing had been quite busy with a lot of classes that had ended recently, but she didn't expect that she would forget about this matter. She had no choice but to change her clothes while comforting He Mian, "Then I'll go to your house later, you just hold on for now."

Song Jing tied her hair into a ponytail, told her roommate that she would not be returning to the dormitory tonight, and ran out.

Fortunately, He Mian's rented apartment was right at the school gate, so she arrived at his house quickly.

When she opened the door, she saw He Mian lying on the sofa like a puddle of water, his arms hanging down due to gravity. She didn't even bother to change her shoes and ran over to take a closer look at his condition. He started to have a fever again, and his face was flushed with two blushes due to the fever.

"He Mian, are you okay?" Song Jing half squatted down, held He Mian's face and pushed him gently.

He seemed to lift his eyelids with some reluctance, and his amber-gold pupils were revealed through the slightly opened gap. He Mian shook his head slightly and let his face gently rub against Song Jing's palm.

Song Jing subconsciously touched his face. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, He Mian held her hand tightly, his lips slightly parted as he muttered, "Jingjing, I feel so bad."

"Well, I'm here now. I'll feel better soon." She used her free hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, then stroked his head.

"Jingjing."

"Um?"

"Please don't abandon me." He Mian lowered his eyebrows and looked pitiful. His slightly red eyes were stained with moisture, and two tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

Song Jing made a puzzled sound through her nose, "W-what?"

"Jingjing, why, why can't you look back at me, why can't you like me a little bit, why do you like someone else, am I not doing something good enough, I can become whatever you like, please don't leave me." His voice was nasal, but he spoke at a steady pace and spit out the words in one breath.

"He Mian, are you delirious from the fever?" Song Jing was stunned for a moment before raising her head, her left hand still covering his burning forehead. "Are you a little confused?"

"I didn't. I'm very sober." He lowered his eyelashes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I knew you just wanted to push me away. I understand..." He tried to find something to use as leverage to sit up, but his body's reaction was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sit up at all.

Song Jing hurriedly supported him, "What are you talking about? When did I like someone else?" She temporarily put the key points of He Mian's words aside. What puzzled her most now was how he could tell that she liked someone else.

"You're so close to your project teammate. You're in the same group as him in the lab class, and even do the project experiments privately together." He turned his head away, unwilling to meet Song Jing's gaze. "I know I might not be that important to you anymore. You knew my strange illness was about to break out, but you still abandoned me."

He is now like an abandoned, resentful and jealous husband, accusing Song Jing of every bad thing she has done.

His extreme lack of security would make him start to speak without thinking, so it would be better for him to be completely honest with Song Jing.

She frowned and thought for a long time before she figured out who the person He Mian was talking about was. "Professional experimental classes are grouped according to student numbers. His surname is Song, so we take experimental classes in the same group. Our supervisor happens to be the same professor, so we will definitely work on projects together." She was a little confused, but still explained it to He Mian in detail.

He Mian still pursed his lips as if he didn't want to hear her explanation.

His physical discomfort made him look pitiful, with tears still hanging on his chin.

Song Jing's heart softened. Regardless of what he had just said, she reached out and wiped the tears from his face with her fingertips. "Ah, don't cry."

When she said this, He Mian's tears fell faster, and her silent crying turned into sobbing.

In Song Jing's heart, He Mian has always been a mature and gentle brother, although sometimes his possessiveness seems a little strong. He doesn't like to see her get too close to other opposite sexes. Even if she feeds the stray cats in the school, he will be secretly jealous.

But she rarely saw him cry. Even if she saw him cry, it was probably because the strange disease was too painful and his body was crying instinctively.

"Okay, you're already feeling unwell, so don't let your emotions fluctuate so much, okay?" Song Jing looked at his red eyes and nose, and inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure in her heart.

"Then, you can't abandon me, you can't abandon me." He repeated and emphasized.

"When did I abandon you?" Song Jing was confused again. She hugged He Mian and rubbed him with her body, which was a little cool for him.

He Mian was obviously a little excited by her actions. He was comforted instantly and his emotions gradually stabilized. He kept moving closer to her, "I like you, I like you so much."

Song Jing stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond. She seemed to not quite understand the feelings between men and women.

If trusting him and liking to be close to him were considered signs of liking someone, then it seemed like she liked He Mian quite a bit, but they had known each other for so long. She had never noticed any connection between them in this regard...

He Mian began to feel uneasy again after not getting a response. "Jingjing, if you don't like me, can you at least give me a chance to pursue you? I have liked you for a long, long time." He said bluntly. Nothing is more powerful than direct language.

"Well, okay, but don't get excited. Calm down first. I'll stay with you overnight and relieve your strange illness first." But Song Jing didn't have the mind to think about these things. She was only worried about He Mian's physical condition.

She quickly dragged He Mian to his room and placed him safely on the bed. She then held him in her arms and patted his back gently, just like he used to do when he coaxed her to sleep.

Song Jing didn't recover until the blush on He Mian's face faded. She checked He Mian's temperature and found it was close to normal. She breathed a sigh of relief.

He Mian lay on the side and looked at her eagerly. He grabbed Song Jing's wrist and said, "Jingjing, can you please not leave?"

"I'm just putting the thermometer away." She explained, shaking the thermometer in her hand.

When she returned to He Mian's bedside, his eyes were still fixed on her. Song Jing saw that he had calmed down, and she thought she should ask He Mian about it. "He Mian."

"I'm here." He replied quickly.

"Was what you just said confusing or..."

"Seriously, Jingjing, I just like you. Can't you see it at all?" Your high school friends, your roommates, and even your parents may have seen it, but you alone can't.

He Mian swallowed the rest of his words and did not tell Song Jing directly.

Song Jing touched the tip of her nose awkwardly, "I, I didn't think that much."

"You don't have to feel burdened and don't have to think about giving me an answer. I just want you to know my feelings. But at least give me a chance, I will try my best." He Mian, who has always been confident in any study and work, was so unconfident for the first time.

As long as Song Jing doesn't push him away completely.

"Okay, I understand. Well, why don't you take a rest first? It's very late now." Song Jing still thought that she should calm down and think again.

But when she inexplicably slept with He Mian because she was afraid that he was not feeling well, she could not calm down at all. He Mian's body was still a little warm, higher than her body temperature, and he had a very pleasant smell on his body, and his quilt also had the same pleasant smell.

Song Jing seemed to be in a state of panic for the first time. She didn't know if she was hearing her own heartbeat or He Mian's. He Mian leaned sideways, wrapped his tail around her waist, and held her in his arms, his body seemingly always close to her.

She was frozen and didn't react at all until her face touched He Mian's Adam's apple, and then she regained consciousness a little. Song Jing glanced upwards and subconsciously poked He Mian's Adam's apple with her fingertips.

The sensitive parts rolled up and down quickly due to the swallowing action.

"Jingjing..." He called out in a low voice with some impatience. He Mian stepped back a little and lowered his head to face her.

Song Jing blinked, feeling a little surprised by his reaction. Her eyes swept across his face and stopped when they reached his lips.

Yes, they had hugged each other countless times since they were little, and they could even sleep in bed together, but she seemed to have never kissed his lips, nor had he kissed her.

Song Jing narrowed her eyes, raised her head and pecked him on the lips, then seemed to be covering her mouth and laughing.

The night always makes people crazy and bold. Song Jing wondered if she actually liked He Mian a little, and it seemed that it would be a good thing to date him.

He Mian was stunned where he was, totally unprepared for her sudden attack. He used his own hands to pry her hands away, "Jingjing, can I kiss you again?"

She seemed to nod.

He Mian smiled, stood up and deepened the kiss. The first kiss was awkward and sweet and sour. Although his movements were a little clumsy, his instinctive love had filled his emotions.

Their soft lips touched each other, and their breath and taste intertwined in the air. This kiss was not very lustful, but extremely gentle.

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, and felt the tip of his nose touching her nose. Her heart seemed to start beating wildly, and she fell on him in a daze.

In the past, He Mian only dared to kiss her lightly and secretly on the forehead.

It seemed that He Mian could finally kiss her openly now and then hold her in his arms.

And he can also say with a clear conscience that he belongs only to her.

Later, everyone knew that Song Jing's boyfriend was He Mian.

But it seems like she’s the only one who knows that her boyfriend can turn into a kitten and grow a tail to tease her!