Chapter 3 003 The Temperature of Fingertips and Fluff

Lan Xi busied herself with work, piling up large and small cardboard boxes in the hallway. Her mouth was sore from biting them, and the boxes were covered in scattered teeth marks. She took a look around, and after her efforts, the living room suddenly felt much more spacious.

There was a "tap-tap" sound in the kitchen. She ran over and saw Liang Qing chopping vegetables. The screen of the rice cooker beside him lit up. He actually started cooking.

As the saying goes, you won't turn back until you hit the wall. After fainting, she finally paid attention and started eating well. Her body was so weak... She sighed.

Replenishing the nutrients needed by the body and restoring vitality cannot be achieved overnight. It is not advisable to fish for three days and dry the net for two days. She wants to urge Liang Qing to carefully plan three meals a day - and by the way, take a look at her future meals.

Lan Xi jumped onto the stage and sat beside him, watching him chop and cook. His slender hands gripping the knife held a unique beauty, and the vegetables and meat were cut so neatly that she doubted she could measure two pieces with a ruler and the error wouldn't be too great.

Liang Qing pointed to the floor and said, "I'm going to add oil to cook. You go down first."

Lan Xi didn't move after hearing that. She didn't understand why she had to go down to cook. She wouldn't steal food like a cat.

He took a deep breath, dried his hands, picked her up and put her down.

I have to say, the feeling of having the skin on the back of her neck pulled was outrageous. Lan Xi was completely stunned for a while. That place is like a cat's death knell. Once it was pulled, she couldn't move her whole body.

Responding, she stretched out her claws and scratched Liang Qing's trouser legs a few times to save face, but she didn't expect him to chuckle and say, "...Actually, I thought you would struggle when I scratched you."

The cat was more well-behaved than he thought. Even when it scratched him, it retracted its claws and scratched his trouser legs.

The kitchen was buzzing with activity, and Lan Xi lay on the sofa, watching the busy figure. After observing this, she realized that an omega who could cook at home was actually quite good. She decided to change her mate selection criteria when she returned home, replacing her passion for travel and sports with a passion for cooking.

"bite."

Liang Qing's cell phone, which was placed on the sofa, beeped with a text message.

Maybe the cat is sensitive to this kind of sound, and before her brain can react, her eyes have already read the words on the screen.

A message sent from an unfamiliar number contained an address, down to the specific building and floor, and even the house number.

The next second Liang Qing came out of the kitchen carrying dishes. She pretended to lick her paws casually and jumped onto the table to sniff.

"Xinxin," he pointed to the stacked cardboard boxes in the entrance hall, "you're still a clean and tidy little cat. Do you think my house is a mess?"

Lan Xi didn't respond. It wasn't a mess, though. Aside from the cardboard boxes and cat supplies, the house was quite tidy. Because—there wasn't much furniture at all.

"Where do you want to eat?" He poured the cat food into the cleaned bowl. "The cat bed or the table?"

"Meow." She sat down on the table.

Before she licked the cat food, Lan Xi was filled with anticipation. Although the Lan family's chef was very skilled, he was paid for it, and no one had ever cooked for her since she was a child.

There was no way around it; every member of the family was a killer in the kitchen. She still remembered her father returning from a cooking class with other friends, excitedly baking a plate of iron-hard black charcoal pancakes; when Lan Xi had a fever and, like the ones on TV, said she wanted to drink her mother's soup, she ended up vomiting and having diarrhea and was rushed to the hospital.

As for her brother, he was an expert at it. He poured a lethal amount of oil into frying fish balls. When everyone rushed into the kitchen after smelling the strange smell, he was kneading the fish balls and dancing in front of the burning pot, just like primitive people dancing around a campfire.

Lan Xi took a lick, and then took another sip as if she didn't believe it.

It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't delicious either, because Liang Qing hadn't added any seasonings; she had simply cooked the broccoli, beef, and other ingredients and mixed them together. Where was the delicious cat food she had been looking forward to for so long? Where was the aroma wafting from the kitchen?

It was pan-fried sea bass and stir-fried shrimp with asparagus! Her eyes fell on the two dishes in front of Liang Qing.

"No," Liang Qing placed his hand between her and the two dishes, "They say kittens can't eat seasonings."

The cat pressed its head against his palm, and its soft fur felt warm.

"Meow~Meow~" The little Siamese was acting coquettishly to him.

"I want to eat, I want to eat!" Lan Xi roared.

"Okay," he said, unable to resist the fur's attack, he picked up a few pieces of shrimp, rinsed them in boiling water, and put them in the cat food bowl, "It should be okay to try a little bit."

The cat dove forward, curled up, its limbs straining. From Liang Qing's perspective, it looked like a small roast chicken. Its furry tail drooped, swaying left and right, the tip of which was the softest fishhook in the world.

It is enjoying its meal now, so if he touches it, the cat will not hide.

Liang Qing thought, since he had already touched the cat once and been touched twice today, their relationship must have become closer. He wanted to touch it again in a dignified manner.

After making up his mind, he hesitated for a moment, unsure where to start. Seeing that the shrimp were almost finished, Liang Qing made a decisive move and placed the food on the cat's head. With its ears gently tilted to the sides, the cat continued to concentrate on eating.

He touched the cat.

He touched everything from the head to the back.

With only its tail and paws left, Liang Qing's heart leaped with joy... At this moment, the cat suddenly stood up, aimed at his two dishes and took off. Liang Qing's hands were easily jumped over like a hurdle, unable to stop it. He could only pick up the dishes and go to the bedroom, taking his phone with him.

"Four pieces of shrimp, only four pieces!"

Lan Xi was still not satisfied and shouted at the door, "This is not enough!"

She arched her back and tried to jump onto the door handle. Suddenly, the door opened and Liang Qing stood at the door with an empty plate in his hand: "...Nothing."

This terrifying eating speed...

Lan Xi followed behind him, watching him wash dishes and clean the kitchen, his face full of contemplation.

"Xinxin," he wiped his hands and squatted down, saying to her in a negotiating tone, "How about I take you out for a trip? Are you afraid?"

Lan Xi meowed in a low voice.

"Don't want to leave?" Liang Qing stood up and sighed deeply, "But there's nothing I can do..."

He said he was leaving and immediately began packing. Lan Xi sat at the bedroom door, watching him neatly sort through his belongings. He didn't have many clothes or personal items, so one suitcase would do the job. He took out another empty suitcase, filled it with cat toys, and announced to her, "We're leaving tomorrow."

Seeing him so anxious, Lan Xi thought that he didn't seem to be traveling, but rather hiding from his debts.

*

The little Siamese lying on the big bed twitched its paws slightly, as if it was jumping in a dream.

Lan Xi sat in the driver's seat, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Her hands and feet felt like they were filled with lead, making it difficult to control the vehicle. The road was deserted, and the car she was driving swayed from side to side, threatening to crash through the guardrail and crash out at any moment.

She remembered this road very clearly; it was where the accident happened.

Perhaps in her dreams, there would be an out-of-control car driving in the opposite direction and smashing her to pieces. To be honest, that would not be a pleasant feeling. She stared at the road ahead, anxiously waiting for the accident to happen.

A bright light shone from behind.

In the rearview mirror, a speeding car was closely following the car. Lan Xi subconsciously accelerated, but the car was faster than her and crashed into the rear of the car with a "bang"!

She banged her head against the steering wheel, dizzy and dazed, and at the same time, she stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed suddenly, trying to shake off the other car. The car was like a ghost, easily catching up with her, and even gradually paralleled her...

"Bang!" The car bodies collided with each other.

Lan Xi gripped the steering wheel tightly and felt her forehead bleeding.

The windows of the car running parallel to hers were completely dark, and she wasn't even sure if there was a driver inside.

"Bang!" Another collision.

This time her mouth was full of blood. She gritted her teeth, angrily turned the steering wheel, and slammed into the car!

“Boom.”

Lan Xi rolled to the floor.

Suddenly waking up from her dream, she felt dizzy and her head was pounding, so she simply lay down on the ground to rest.

"Bang!"

She jumped up in surprise.

The banging continued.

Walking down the hallway to the living room, she was certain the noise came from the door. Someone was banging on it again and again, impatiently and tirelessly.

I said I was annoyed because the force was so strong, but the other party kept smashing for several minutes without stopping. If the door was not very secure, it might have been smashed open long ago.

Normally, Lan Xi would pick up something handy to open the door—but now she is a kitten.

She screamed at the top of her lungs and scratched at the door of the secondary bedroom.

Sure enough, she guessed right. What kind of travel is this? It's basically a way to avoid debt... Wait, that new text message Liang Qing received while cooking, couldn't the address on it be here? If his address was discovered, he would definitely have to run!

With the triple interference of banging on the door, scratching the door and the cat's meowing, although the room has good sound insulation, it shouldn't be so serious that I haven't woken up yet.

If he didn't wake up soon, his neighbors would wake up before him... No, did he have any neighbors? Lan Xi remembered that there didn't seem to be anything left at the door of the house on this floor.

The door opened at this time, Liang Qing ran to the entrance and checked the surveillance screen at the door.

"Stop looking, notify security! Call the police!" Lan Xi jumped up at his feet, trying to reach his phone.

He stared at the screen for a long time, then actually raised his hand, as if to open the door.

The moment his fingertips touched the door, Liang Qing remembered that there was a kitten at his feet. He retracted his hand, grabbed the kitten, and took it to the master bedroom, intending to lock it up.

Lan Xi couldn't understand: "You're not going to open the door, are you? Are you stupid? It's so dangerous!"

Someone who bangs on the door silently in the middle of the night can't be a good friend!

Seeing that he was only one step away from the master bedroom, Liang Qing stopped.

"Xinxin," he put the cat down, "don't you want me to open the door?"

"nonsense!"

Liang Qing pondered for a while, ignored the cat, and sat alone on the sofa in the living room. His eyes were unfocused, and it was unclear what he was staring at.

The banging on the door stopped for a few minutes, gathering enough strength to continue.

Lan Xi couldn't help but be stunned.

No one inside or outside the door spoke. They knew each other's identities and maintained verbal silence behind the door.

"Xinxin, come here."

Liang Qing reached out to the cat on the floor.

"What do you want?" Lan Xi jumped forward, cursing. "Are you getting scared now?"

She plopped down beside him, gently guided by a hand, her head resting on Liang Qing's thigh. His skin, shielded from the sun for years, was translucent white, and the faint blue veins were visible, winding from his knees to the depths. She could smell the delicate scent of green tea on him, probably the scent of shower gel.

Isn't this right?

Lan Xi had never been this close to a beta…or even an omega. In her opinion, betas didn't have the sweet pheromones or the softness of omegas, but they weren't as aggressive or strong as alphas, like the bland air between water and fire.

She was a little stiff.

Liang Qing was completely unaware and scratched the little Siamese's chin with his fingertips: "I won't open the door, can you stay with me for a while?"

He murmured, "Don't be afraid..."

Lan Xi had no idea when the banging on the door stopped, when the person outside left, or what time she fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. When she woke up, she was sprawled on the sofa, with Liang Qing lying on his side, soundly asleep.

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At this moment, Cat A, whose sexual orientation is o, is feeling very anxious.