Chapter 222 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 11
After playing for about twenty minutes, the kitten's heavy breathing became increasingly noticeable.
Pei Jicai put the cat toy away.
Song Jinhuan glanced at him silently, then turned and walked into the cat bed he had made, and fell asleep instantly.
Pei Ji: "..."
The quality of sleep this species has is truly enviable.
There are activity times in prison, as well as ideological and political classes and various skills training.
There are also some handicraft jobs that can be exchanged for living expenses.
However, generally no one would do it.
While the kittens were sleeping, Pei Ji wandered around the open space outside.
The other prisoners saw Pei Ji from afar and, knowing his temperament, kept their distance.
There is a notice board on the wall of the open space.
When Pei Ji passed by, he glanced at the scene and stopped in his tracks.
The top section lists the points you can earn after completing various tasks. These points can be exchanged for cash or pet supplies.
For example, cat food, cat treats, canned treats, deworming medication, and nutritional supplements.
It seems the prison is really planning to develop pet ownership as a program.
A hint of mockery flashed in Pei Ji's cold eyes. What grown man would do this for a little thing?
When Song Jinhuan woke up, Pei Ji was nowhere to be found in the room.
She suddenly remembered that the other person forbade her from meowing.
A rebellious mentality has emerged!
She meowed at the door.
No one stopped her anymore!
Song Jinhuan's little tail, held upright, wagged happily, and for a moment, the empty room was filled with meows.
The cell wasn't very soundproof, and the prisoners in the other cells who hadn't left heard the meowing and curiously peeked out.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
The prisoners all shrank back.
Before Pei Ji even reached 909, he heard the meows of a cat inside, each one more melodious than the last and lasting longer than the last.
It sounds so pitiful.
His pace quickened involuntarily.
Song Jinhuan was running around the house meowing when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps outside the door. Without thinking, the black and white little dumpling ran to the door and started meowing at it.
"Meow!"
You forbid me to shout, but I'll shout anyway!
"Meow meow meow!"
Haha, you're at the door, let's see how you stop me!
"Meow~ Meow~"
Wuhu~Wuhu~
"Meow……"
"Thud..."
The door opened.
Aww~
Huh?
Their eyes met.
The little dumpling was squatting by the door, its cute, bewildered expression and mouth half-open.
Pei Ji lowered his eyes and met the innocent eyes of the little kitten.
Song Jinhuan was embarrassed and subconsciously lowered his head to lick his fur.
Pei Ji's heart softened, and his gaze deepened slightly.
The little dumpling might be even more clingy than he thought.
Otherwise, why would he stop calling as soon as he came back?
Pei Ji closed the door behind him and bent down to rub the head of the little kitten, who was trying to hide its embarrassment by licking its fur.
Song Jinhuan stiffened, reluctantly turning her head away from his large hand, meowing.
Don't touch!
However, even when a kitten is very angry, as long as it meows, it sounds like it's being affectionate.
Pei Ji chuckled softly, "Why are you calling out so sweetly?"
Song Jinhuan: "..."
I can't be bothered with you!
She raised her little head and slowly walked to the cat bed, where she lay down.
Sanjin reminded him, "Host, you'd better be a little more enthusiastic towards Pei Ji!"
Song Jinhuan lazily licked her paw. "I'm tired of calling out. I'll rest for a bit."
Sanjin suspected that its host was just giving it the runaround.
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