Mu Jin grabbed him and slammed him to the ground. He turned around and went to the bedside, touched the cat's face, and the real warmth in his palm slowly warmed his heart.
He picked up the cat, lifted his foot, stepped over Song Sifan's legs, and walked out without saying a word.
"Meow~" The black cat immediately followed.
Song Sifan lay on the floor for a while, then grabbed the bed and slowly climbed up. He seemed very tired. He breathed heavily for a while after climbing onto the bed, then supported himself and slowly adjusted his body, lying down in the spot where the cat had been lying.
He closed his eyes, and the familiar darkness enveloped him. Suddenly, a violent killing intent emanated from his body.
Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance, and he quickly realized that it was left by the cat.
He pulled the blanket up over his head, and the fragrance seemed to become clearer.
Steam kept rising from my neck, and the blood soaked the gauze and my clothes, making me feel wet and uncomfortable.
Darkness was everywhere, and the quieter it was, the more it resembled death. He didn't call anyone, not even the doctor.
Sleep it off, and the sun will rise again.
...
Cat lay in Mu Jin's arms. As they walked out of the villa, she peeked out, but Mu Jin raised his arm and turned her head back to his chest.
Don't look.
"Oh," the cat responded, but she had already seen that many people had died here.
Mu Jin put the cat in the car, lowered the passenger seat to its lowest position, and looked down at her shoulder. "Does it hurt?"
The cat shook its head. "It doesn't hurt."
Mu Jin looked up and stared into the cat's eyes.
The cat touched his face with a troubled expression, "Ah Jin, why do you have a beard?"
Her Ah Jin, how come he has changed so much in just a few days? Not only has he grown a beard, but he also doesn't smell nice anymore. Moreover, he is still wearing the same clothes he wore when he returned to Beijing, as if he has never changed them.
Although none of this affected his good looks, she had never seen Ah Jin so slovenly and unkempt.
Mu Jin touched it herself, "You don't like it?"
The cat honestly shook its head. It didn't care about whiskers, but... "Wouldn't that affect kissing?"
"I'll scratch it when I get back." After saying that, Mu Jin sat up straight, started the car, and drove down the mountain.
He would occasionally turn his head to look at the cat, afraid that she might touch her wound, and he was very steady when turning.
The cat kept her eyes closed, conserving her energy. "Ah Jin, I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when we get back, okay?"
Mu Jin's expression changed, and a clear pain surged in his heart, making it difficult for him to speak. In the end, he could only let out a deep "hmm".
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