Chapter 220 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 9
Sanjin reassured, "Host, calm down. We only have one word for you now: patience!"
"Waaaaah..."
Song Jinhuan's tail tip drooped.
Sanjin: "For the mission, for a better future, please continue to follow him, host!"
"I know it's not easy for you, host, but I also believe you can do it!"
Song Jinhuan endured her grievances. Just as King Goujian of Yue endured hardship and humiliation in ancient times, Song Jinhuan also endured humiliation and carried heavy burdens in modern times.
While she was grooming herself, Pei Ji went out to eat.
When I came back, I saw the little kitten sitting obediently by the door. When it saw me, it let out a soft, babyish meow.
It seems we've been waiting for him for a long time.
And she leaned half-to the side, walking in circles near his feet.
A very strange feeling rushed to my head.
He leaned down uncontrollably and reached out to touch her little head.
However, the kitten noticed first, rolled on the ground, and staggered away from his large paw.
The hasty retreat, which seemed to avoid the situation at all costs, darkened Pei Ji's face.
So, she's the only one allowed to rub against him, and he's not allowed to touch her?
Song Jinhuan didn't care what he was thinking; she just felt lucky to have escaped a disaster.
She didn't want to greet them at the door either.
But there was no grain left in the bowl.
That's why she went over to try and please him, but he was shameless and actually tried to pat her precious little head for nothing!
Luckily, she ran fast.
Pei Ji looked at the little kitten with displeasure. She saw her white boots resting on the edge of the iron bowl, her innocent and bewildered face looking at him.
She seemed to have completely forgotten about the time she had just avoided his touch.
It seems she's angry and won't let him touch her because he didn't give her any food!
He walked over and, based on his experience from the previous day, poured Song Jinhuan about the same amount.
Song Jinhuan's ears perked up with joy, and her little tail excitedly curled around the man's wrist.
The furry touch made Pei Ji's heart skip a beat. Looking down, he saw a black and white tail, like a bracelet, encircling half of his wrist.
Once the grain was poured, the sensation on my wrist disappeared.
A strange sense of loss washed over me.
He thought that perhaps having a cat for company wouldn't be bad.
After all, she's so funny and cute.
His bared teeth and untamed nature were exactly what he wanted.
Sometimes, once you begin to accept the existence of a certain kind of life, you will pay more and more attention to it and become more and more concerned about it.
However, at this moment, Pei Ji was completely unaware of what kind of being he was accepting.
After finishing her meal, Song Jinhuan started to feel sleepy and drowsily crawled under the bed, but Pei Ji intercepted her halfway.
She swung her tail twice and meowed impatiently.
Then it landed in a relatively soft place.
The air above is filled with Pei Ji's aura.
Pei Ji used clothes to make a cushion for the kitten, placed it on the floor next to the bed, and then lay down on the bed himself.
If you look down, you'll see a little creature curled up in a ball.
Actually, it was just a little animal that didn't understand anything.
There's no need to bully the cat too much.
There's no need to worry about it too much.
He was just showing her some help casually, after all, she was so weak.
Pei Ji took a half-hour nap and woke up to find the little dumpling still asleep.
As usual, he went out for a walk after his afternoon nap, and when he came back, he found that the little dumpling was still sleeping.
He couldn't help but squat down and tentatively poked her, but there was no sign of her waking up at all, which made his heart tighten.
"Hey? Wake up?" He lifted the cat's head with his palm and gently shook it up and down.
The little dumpling still hadn't opened its eyes.
Holy crap! Is he dead?!
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