Wen Mo, who had initially felt suicidal because her cousin had exposed her embarrassing past, has now completely lost her sense of shame. Luckily, this girl doesn't understand what chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is.
How wonderful, Xia Lian is pure, natural and pollution-free.
"Taking care of the cat will be tough for the two of us from now on. Raising a pet is not easy at all, so you'd better be mentally prepared," Wen Mo said, then reached out and stroked the cat's fur.
There are also regular check-up procedures. The first month after you take in a stray cat is the most difficult and expensive period to raise. Once you get through this month, it will basically be a regular pet.
Of course, I'll probably have to rely on Wen Yiquan's bank card a lot this month. After all, I'm a student, and if I want to keep a pet, I'll definitely have to rely on my parents for help.
It was only then that Wenmo began to understand his father's feelings a little. Of course, he would slowly pay him back when he made money in the future.
"Yes, I will. I'll take good care of it."
Xia Lian responded and leaned on his shoulder, looking into his eyes.
This was one of the few times the two could look at each other at eye level. The cousins were quite different in height; normally, Xia Lian could only reach Wen Mo's neck, but when she looked up, she could only see his chin.
After staring at it for a while, Xia Lian looked back at the cat. This soft little animal made her very curious, especially when she saw that the cat was still breathing. This feeling of relief was inexplicably comforting.
"Aren't you looking at it for a little too long?"
Seeing that her gaze never left the little cub, Wen Mo couldn't help but say something, while hugging his knees with both hands, looking a little unnatural.
"well?"
Xia Lian's expression was a little strange, as if she didn't know why he would ask that question.
"It's okay, forget I said anything." Wen Mo shrugged, not taking it seriously at the moment.
Xia Lian squatted for a long time, and it seemed that her legs were getting numb. Finally, she sat directly on the floor in a duck-sitting position, without feeling anything was wrong.
"Don't sit directly on the ground, it's cold, and you're not in good health to begin with." Wen Mo pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up, picked her up, and tossed her onto the sofa.
The girl swayed from side to side, then reached out and touched her lower abdomen before covering her eyes.
"I'm hungry."
"Are you hungry? I'll go make dinner then." Wen Mo stretched, even though he had eaten a big meal at noon, he was still hungry when it was time to eat. "What do you want to eat? Or noodles would be fine too."
"Noodle."
"Yes, it's so cold, a bowl of noodles will warm you up. I'll go cook some noodles now." Wen Mo stepped into the kitchen, poked his head out one last time to ask, and when the girl nodded, he simply started cooking noodles.
There are still quite a few noodles left at home, mostly dried noodles. Just boil them in water and that's one meal. Add a couple of eggs and some greens, and wow, it looks pretty good.
While cooking noodles, I hummed a song. There's no need to rush to name Xiao Heizi; in time, I'll naturally come up with a catchy and pleasant-sounding name.
In the living room, Xia Lian was also busy, squatting next to the cat bed to observe the new family member.
She had never owned a cat before and rarely had any contact with cats; this was the first time she had gotten so close to a cat.
Little did he know that this girl had already become a second cat in Wen Mo's heart, always limp and listless, and sometimes he even wanted to scratch her chin to see how she would react.
About fifteen minutes later, Wen Mo slowly walked into the living room carrying two bowls of noodles and carefully put down the soup bowls.
"You can eat now," he said, pulling out a tissue to wipe his hands.
Several seconds passed after the words were spoken, but no one responded.
Wen Mo raised an eyebrow and looked over. The girl was sitting on the ground watching the cat, her mind completely absorbed in its soft fur, completely absorbed.
Looking at cats again? How long have you been doing that?
Clutching his chest, Wen Mo felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Silly, I already told you that sitting on the ground will make you catch a cold. Doesn't the floor freeze your butt?" He tapped Xia Lian on the head and led her to the dining table. "Since you like that guy so much, you can feed it later."
With a "humph," Wen Mo slurped up large mouthfuls of noodles.
Wenmo didn't say anything more until he finished a big bowl of noodles, but occasionally glanced at the new kitten in the cat's nest.
After putting down my chopsticks, I suddenly felt quite childish for being jealous of a cat... But no, I wasn't jealous. That guy is just a cat; he doesn't understand anything. How could I possibly be jealous of a cat?
My cousin's interest is just temporary; once the novelty wears off, it'll be over.
When she looked up again, she found that Xia Lian was still stealing glances at the little cub.
……very good
I admit I was jealous.
"Eat your food properly! Why do you keep looking at that brat?" Wen Mo bit her lip, her eyes full of displeasure. Then she turned her face away, seemingly feeling a little awkward, and mumbled, "I'm way better looking than that brat, why don't you look at me more..."
Only at the very end did he realize he was being a bit neurotic. He pursed his lips, picked up the bowl and chopsticks he had finished eating, stood up, and prepared to tidy up and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Xia Lian blinked, a little confused as to why her cousin was reacting this way.
As Xia Lian passed by her, she gently tugged at Wen Mo's sleeve, her bewildered, droopy eyes staring straight at her.
"What's wrong? Don't you really like cats? It's so nice that we have another cat." Wen Mo glanced sideways at the little black cat in the cat bed, not intending to respond to the girl's actions.
Xia Lian didn't know what she was thinking. She just hugged him and kept shaking her head. Finally, she understood what Wen Mo was thinking.
He pointed to the cat's nest over there, then looked back.
"It belongs to us."
Xia Lian pointed to herself again, her clear eyes meeting Wen Mo's, and a different emotion appeared on her usually taciturn face.
"But... I belong to you."
After saying that, seemingly worried that Wen Mo wouldn't believe her, she snuggled into his arms and gently rubbed against him. Her collagen-rich face looked very comfortable, and her innocent big eyes would occasionally peek at Wen Mo's reaction.
Wenmo's brain had completely shut down, as if someone had unplugged him. He was frozen in place, too afraid to move. Even though the power had been cut off, he could still feel the warmth on his body, which was soft and smelled nice.
Seeing that he didn't react, Xia Lian blinked, then suddenly remembered something, clenched her hands into cat paws, raised them to her cheeks, slightly nodded and lowered her eyebrows, and raised her eyes.
"Meow?"
Upon seeing this, Wen Mo immediately fell to the ground.
At this moment, all the previous resentment towards Xiao Heizi disappeared, and the man even felt grateful to it.
He died.
The first man in history to be killed by cuteness has appeared.
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