Chapter 131 Sit on my lap.
Cat doctors care about patients; cat doctors are great.
The big villain... The big villain's breath is so hot, the big villain is evil!
Shi Miao knelt down, feeling the cool skin on her neck gradually being stained with the hot, damp breath that resembled his own, and shifted uncomfortably.
He pulled Jiang Yingxu into his arms.
Shi Miao was thinking about the grove of trees from last time.
He wasn't feeling well, so he would press his ear against her neck and gently rub it, and it seemed to make him feel better quickly.
The kitten had a pure heart and a desire to help him get better.
But why does this feel so strange?
Is it the wrong location, or the wrong posture?
Jiang Yingxu's breathing was so deep and hot, as if it could melt that small patch of skin into thick syrup.
But her hair was still damp with moisture.
A drop of water slowly condensed at the tip of her hair, and after a few breaths, it dripped onto her neck, leaving a winding, wet trail.
On one side was a scorching breath.
On one side are icy water droplets.
Shi Miao trembled inexplicably, her fingertips curled slightly, her waist felt weak, and she wanted to back away.
However, the boy's strong arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her firmly without giving an inch.
The ward was eerily quiet; the only sound was the low, intermittent breathing of the two people.
Shi Miao's back felt a little numb. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt that her knees were a little stiff from kneeling, so she couldn't help but move.
Jiang Yingxu noticed her subtle movement, his downy eyelashes brushing against the skin on her neck, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you tired?"
Shi Miao stubbornly replied, "It's alright."
She heard Jiang Yingxu's muffled chuckle, brief and lingering.
His voice was no longer clear and crisp; it was tinged with a hoarseness that carried a deeper and more intense emotion.
He slightly increased the distance between them.
Wen Sheng offered a well-intentioned suggestion.
"Miaomiao, sit on my lap."
Shi Miao let out a soft "Ah," then frowned and hesitated, saying, "But your injury..."
When she was a cat, she often lay on Jiang Yingxu's lap.
When people sit on it, it seems perfectly natural.
However, considering the injury on his leg, they didn't move for a moment.
Jiang Yingxu looked at her with deep, dark eyes and said briefly, "It's nothing, the injury is on my calf, it won't affect anything."
"You're tiring yourself out like this."
Shi Miao was still trying to discern the truthfulness of his words.
The arms behind his waist tightened slightly, exerting a urging downward pressure.
Shi Miao hesitated for a moment, but still followed his strength and straddled Jiang Yingxu's legs firmly.
The puffy skirt, like a blooming flower, cascaded down the direction of the thighs, relieving pressure on the knees and making it much more comfortable.
Jiang Yingxu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he leaned closer again, his arms tightening around her waist with undeniable force.
They embraced tightly, as if they had survived a disaster.
that is.
Shi Miao just happened to feel that his body temperature was very high, which was transmitted through the thin fabric of his trousers and almost burned the delicate skin on the inside of his legs.
So he lifted his buttocks, trying to shift his position and find a softer, cooler spot.
As a result, it was suppressed like this.
Not only did it prevent Shi Miao from getting up, it also forced her to slide forward a little distance.
My chest bumped lightly against his taut, hard chest.
Just for a moment.
This made the delicate little cat gasp, her eyes almost welling up with tears again.
It hurts!
Her little face scrunched up, she sniffed, and accused him in a serious tone.
"Jiang Yingxu, you're really, really, really hard."
Three in a row, all true.
This is enough to prove the Cat King's shock.
"..."
Jiang Yingxu was silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He took a slow, deep breath, his chest rising and falling as if trying to calm something.
A few seconds passed.
He raised his head slightly, seemingly unintentionally, his thin lips brushing against her soft earlobe, and he let out a suppressed "hmm".
He even politely apologized.
"sorry."
"It's hard for you."
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