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When He Mian returned home, Song Jing was sitting on the sofa and almost fell asleep.
He carefully closed the door without even turning on the light in the entrance hall. He leaned over to look at Song Jing, who was wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the sofa. The video was still playing on the projection screen in the living room.
Song Jing sat on the sofa and seemed to lean out half of her body to make sure that He Mian had returned home. "You're back?"
"Well, why aren't you sleeping so late?" He Mian took off his coat and walked into the living room.
She lowered her curled-up legs, put on her furry slippers, and subconsciously wanted to move closer and hug He Mian. After all, He Mian would always stick to her and ask for a hug when he got home from get off work.
Song Jing was used to the fact that He Mian would almost stick to her whenever they were alone in the same space at home, so much so that her first reaction when she saw He Mian coming home was to hug him.
But He Mian was a little different tonight. He seemed to stiffen for a moment, and when Song Jing stepped forward, he took two steps back to avoid her embrace.
Song Jing tilted her head in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked puzzledly.
"It's too cold outside. I just got home and I'm cold, so it's uncomfortable to hug you." He Mian is actually quite cold-resistant, but it's just that a cold wave has been coming recently, and it's so cold that the tip of his nose and ears are red, and even the temperature of his clothes is frozen.
"Well, then go wash up." Song Jing patted his shoulder. "I'll go back to my room first." She yawned as she spoke.
He Mian resisted the urge to hug her and nodded. Feeling tired and cold, he packed his clothes and went into the bathroom.
When I returned to the room after taking a shower, Song Jing was already lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt with only her head exposed. However, she seemed to be still playing with her cell phone and had not yet gone to sleep.
The main light in the room was not on, only a small night light on the bedside was left on.
"Let me hold you, please." He Mian walked over to the bed and put his arm around Song Jing through the quilt. After taking a shower and feeling warm all over again, he dared to hold her. Only when he smelled the familiar scent on her body did he feel completely at ease.
The recent non-stop work has really made him overwhelmed. This is the first cold wave this year, and it came suddenly and violently. Yesterday, the weather was so cold that he only needed to wear a coat, but today it was so cold that everyone had to wear down jackets.
It's okay as there is heating indoors all year round, but it's hard to say about the kittens outdoors.
He Mian and his friends from the rescue organization have been busy trying to rehouse the stray cats in the neighborhood. This winter is really too cold, and this is only the first cold wave. Who knows how many kittens will not be able to survive this winter.
In addition to the company's new projects, He Mian's work in the company is also not easy.
Song Jing was also very busy, but fortunately she didn't have to work overtime and could rest when she got home at night.
Hearing He Mian speak, Song Jing subconsciously nodded, then tilted her head to look at him.
The heating in the room was turned on very high, so he was still wearing the pajamas he wore in autumn. He had just taken a shower and was wrapped in the strong scent of shower gel. His body temperature was still higher than hers. Song Jing turned over to face him, then lifted a corner of the quilt to cover him.
The soft quilt mixed with Song Jing's unique fragrance covered He Mian's body, making him feel warm and comfortable as if she was hugging him.
He Mian's breathing was a little heavy as he moved closer to Song Jing's body, wanting to get as close to her as possible. The skin exposed outside her pajamas was in close contact with her body. His arms were around Song Jing's waist, and his face couldn't help but want to get closer to her neck.
"Are you very tired today?" She asked softly as she looked at He Mian who had his eyes closed.
"Fortunately, I'm almost done with today. I can finally spend the evening with you after dinner." He Mian spoke in a low voice, and because he lowered his voice, his voice now sounded low and a little hoarse.
"It's good that you're done now. Take a good rest from now on." Song Jing raised her hand and touched his head.
Some of the stiff hair stuck in her palm, and Song Jing stroked He Mian's hair up and down along the direction of his hair.
He Mian really liked her touching him like this. In fact, no matter what Song Jing did to him, he liked it very much. He Mian always sided with her unconditionally.
He obediently let Song Jing touch his head like this. He Mian reached out and held Song Jing's other hand, spreading his five fingers and interlacing them with her fingertips. Even when they were lying on the bed, he would hold their fingers together.
He Mian's slightly hot face was pressed against her shoulder, and his warm breath was on Song Jing's neck. The ethereal breath was very disturbing on her most sensitive and delicate skin.
Song Jing felt a little itchy from his breath, and her body subconsciously stepped back.
He Mian's hands were tightly holding her waist, and he was not willing to let her move away from him, even by a centimeter.
Song Jing smiled helplessly and complained, "You make me so itchy."
After hearing her words, He Mian simply raised his head and kissed the side of her neck. His protruding canine teeth gently scratched her skin, and his warm and sticky kisses were spread all over her face and neck.
Song Jing pushed him and said, "You said you were tired. If you are tired, you should rest early. How can you still have the mind to do these things?"
He Mian was slightly startled and stopped kissing. "I just simply want to kiss you. If you don't like it, Jingjing, I won't kiss you." He knew that Song Jing had misunderstood her, but he spoke to her with a simple and pitiful expression and tone.
Song Jing lightly pinched the sturdy muscles of his upper arm, and said with a hint of anger in her tone, "What are you pretending to do with me again?" She cruelly exposed He Mian's plan. After being with him for so long, how could she not know what kind of person He Mian was.
He Mian laughed for a moment, raised his head and touched her nose with his nose, "Then will you give me a kiss?"
She pouted, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, "Kiss me if you want."
He Mian's eyes swept up and down her face. He wanted to kiss her eyelashes, then the tip of her nose, then her lips, and even her collarbone. In short, he wanted to kiss all of her. Thinking of this, He Mian began to take action. He propped up half of his body and began to deepen his kiss.
Song Jing accepted his kiss with a dizzy head, and felt waves of numbness in her body, as if an electric current was coming from her stomach.
She put her hands on He Mian's shoulders, thinking that he was just being intimate with her and had no intention of taking the next step, Song Jing lay quietly on the bed without any extra movements.
The two people's warm breaths intertwined with each other, as if they wanted to drown each other with their breath.
Song Jing just felt her mind was blank, she didn't need to think about anything now.
No need to think about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow, what to wear tomorrow, or when the report is due next Monday.
She just needed to quietly enjoy the time and space that belonged only to her and He Mian.
Song Jing felt a little dizzy from being kissed. Just when she had completely given up thinking, her body suddenly felt heavy. She was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she completely forgot how to think.
He Mian, who had just been kissing her collarbone, suddenly turned into a cat, the familiar silver tabby Maine Coon...
Song Jing exclaimed in surprise, and then saw the cat He Mian's head popping out from the collar of his pajamas.
He Mian had only transformed back into his original form in front of Song Jing once before, when he wanted to prove himself, but that time he went to the room and completely transformed into a kitten before walking in front of Song Jing.
She looked at He Mian, who was lying on her chest in cat form, somewhat at a loss. Her scalp went numb and she didn't know what to do.
"He Mian, are you okay?" Song Jing's hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do next.
The Maine Coon cat raised its head and meowed at her. She raised her hands, picked up the cat from her body, and placed it on the bed where He Mian had just been lying.
"How could this happen?" Song Jing narrowed her eyes. This was the first time that both she and He Mian had encountered such a situation.
"Shall I ask Doctor Yu?" After all, he was a person who did scientific research and delicate work. Song Jing gradually calmed down and quickly remembered the existence of Yu Wenjing.
Cat He Mian tilted his head and meowed at her.
Song Jing quickly took out her cell phone and found Yu Wenjing's contact information.
After He Mian confessed to her that he was a rabbit, Song Jing realized that Yu Wenjing was not a traditional human either. However, apart from He Mian being a mutual acquaintance, the two of them had no intersection and had never had any contact.
But Song Jing knew that Yu Wenjing must understand all this, so she had no choice but to open the dialog box between them, as they had not spoken for two or three months, and ask him for help.
"Don't worry, I'll ask Doctor Yu. He should know what's going on." Song Jing touched the Maine Coon cat sitting in front of her. The cat, He Mian, moved his body and put his head on her legs. He really enjoyed being touched by Song Jing's still warm hand that came out of the quilt.
He Mian was actually not in a hurry. He knew roughly what was going on. He was probably too weak recently and his energy was insufficient and in urgent need of supply. In addition, he now had a stable partner, so his physiology would be affected by Song Jing.
When his energy is insufficient and he is emotional, his condition will become very unstable.
This situation was caused by Song Jing, and it was up to her to resolve it. After all, Song Jing's magnetic field and body energy were good medicine for He Mian. Even the simplest hug would make He Mian feel infinite power.
He Mian wagged his tail somewhat contentedly. Song Jing was obviously more accustomed to petting kittens than humans. The feeling she had now when she petted him was completely different from the usual feeling of petting his head and body muscles.
It was impossible to describe it in detail by typing, so Song Jing simply called Dr. Yu and told him about He Mian's sudden transformation into a Maine Coon cat.
"Doctor Yu, what should I do? Should I take He Mian to the hospital now?"
Hearing about going to the hospital, He Mian raised his head, stretched out his paw and placed it on Song Jing's hand, telling her not to rush into any treatment. Song Jing glanced at him, but because she was a little anxious, she didn't understand what he meant.
"That's easy. You don't have to go to the hospital. Just hold your He Mian and kiss him like a human would pet a cat. Aren't you humans the most irresistible to furry creatures? Just treat him as your favorite pet."
Song Jing frowned, wondering if Yu Wenjing was joking. She asked hesitantly, "Is this all that matters?"
"I'm not lying to you. This is exactly how it works. Just stay close to him and let him feel that you love him. That way the magnetic field and energy will be enough." Yu Wenjing dropped his joking tone and adopted a serious tone like an expert.
"Yeah, okay, I understand. I'll try it." Song Jing frowned and looked at the cat He Mian sitting on the bed.
He Mian called out to her again.
"Don't worry, it won't die. To put it bluntly, He Mian is just too tired and lacks love. He just thinks that kittens are born to be played with by humans." He replied with a smile, thinking that domestic Maine Coon cats are really scary, always lacking a sense of security and afraid of being abandoned by their owners.
"Okay, thank you Dr. Yu." Song Jing turned off her phone and stared at He Mian in front of her. His eyes were not round like those of other breeds of kittens, but rather pointed. Just looking at him this way, it seemed that the cat He Mian was a little fierce.
He Mian was a relatively large Maine Coon cat, and his paws were much larger than those of ordinary kittens. He raised his two paws in front of him, held Song Jing's arm, and meowed twice in a pinched voice.
Song Jing reached out and held him in her arms. The cat He Mian was really too big, even bigger than the doll Song Jing used to hold while sleeping. It was just enough to hold him in her arms. She rubbed his head with her chin, and her face felt a little sore and itchy from the hair on his ears.
She soon smelled that familiar scent, mixed with the scent of his freshly washed shower gel. "What a nice smell! So the smell of my body doesn't change after I turn back into a cat?"
He Mian shouted, probably wanting to say "yes" to Song Jing.
Fortunately, Song Jing had gained experience in amusing the daughters of wealthy families in the company. She would pet the stray cats downstairs from time to time, and her cat-stroking skills were quite good. Especially since He Mian favored Song Jing unconditionally, even if she made him feel physically uncomfortable, he would feel extremely comfortable in his heart.
He has always been generous in praising Song Jing, in life, work and even in bed. For someone as good as Song Jing, He Mian felt that his vocabulary was not even enough to describe her goodness.
Song Jing hugged him and rubbed him around, "Do you want me to kiss you?" She raised her head and looked at the cold-looking Maine Coon with a pout.
She pursed her lips and prepared herself mentally for a while, then she made up her mind and picked up the cat He Mian and buried her head in his chest and belly. Humans can't resist cute furry things.
Even someone like Song Jing, who doesn't have much emotional fluctuation, couldn't control herself and buried her head to suck the cat hair off her face.
Song Jing raised her head suddenly, feeling that she was about to suffocate. He Mian lay straight on the bed as if he had been sucked dry by her.
After adjusting her breathing, she tilted her head back and yawned loudly. Because He Mian had gone to bed late tonight, Song Jing's eyes were already a little sore. If it weren't for this accident, she would have gone to sleep long ago.
He Mian tilted his head and watched her yawn, then stretched out his big paws and patted the quilt and the pillow.
"Woo-wah." His strangled call was cute, but it didn't sound like a traditional meow.
"Then I'll go to sleep." Song Jing lay back on the bed and covered herself with the quilt. She also lifted the quilt that He Mian had just covered herself with. Song Jing also reached out and patted the soft mattress, "Come in and sleep."
He Mian walked into the bed with a cat-like step and lay down quietly, not forgetting to put his furry head into her arms.
Song Jing patted the cat's back and said, "Go to sleep. It will probably be back to normal soon."
He Mian called out to her softly again. He actually had the strength to change back now, but his selfish desire suddenly made him not want to change back. He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being petted by Song Jing for the time being.
Holding the furry baby in his arms, Song Jing slept until dawn. The sunlight from the horizon shone through the curtains, casting some faint rays of light. Song Jing opened his eyes, then closed them again for two seconds before slowly opening his eyes.
She looked at the white ceiling. Although she had a good sleep that night, her eyes were still sore.
It wasn't until she realized He Mian had turned into a cat that she woke up completely. Feeling a weight on her stomach, Song Jing tilted her head to find He Mian already wearing pajamas and lying beside her, his eyes piercing her.
"You're back?" Her tone was a little surprised.
"Well, it changed back in the early morning."
Song Jing put her hand on his head and it looked like he didn't have a fever, so there shouldn't be any major problems with He Mian's health now.
She slowly pulled her hand back, but He Mian held her hand again. He pressed his face against her palm and shook his head slightly, rubbing his face up and down in her palm.
Song Jing was probably a little dazed from her sleep and didn't respond to his actions. He Mian chuckled and kissed her palm twice with his lips. His soft lips touched the sensitive palm, as gentle and affectionate as if his fingertips were caressing it.
Song Jing blinked instead of nodding, "Do you feel any discomfort?" she asked.
He Mian shook his head and then nodded immediately, "I still feel a little uncomfortable."
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Song Jing frowned with some worry.
"I want Jingjing to hug me, I want Jingjing to kiss me, I feel uncomfortable all over."
Song Jing was silent for a moment. She didn't expect that He Mian would never miss any opportunity to act coquettishly and ask for a hug.
She placed her hand on his chest and pushed, "I need to get up and brush my teeth and wash my face. I'll kiss you after I'm done."
Anyway, today is the weekend and he still has a lot of time to spend with Song Jing, so He Mian had to agree very generously. He got up before Song Jing, washed up, and prepared to start making breakfast.
Song Jing was busy in the bathroom for a while and finally got to the step of washing her face.
She was bending over and washing her face in front of the bathroom mirror when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. She paused with her hands rubbing bubbles on her face and then continued washing her face. Because her face was covered with a layer of cleanser bubbles, it was not convenient for her to speak, so she had to let He Mian hold her from behind.
Seeing that Song Jing was about to wash off the bubbles on her face with clean water, He Mian slowly loosened his hand, stood aside to hold her long hair tied behind her back to prevent it from getting wet, and handed her a face towel to wipe the water droplets off her face.
"Didn't we just separate from the bed? Why do you want to come over and hug me?" Song Jing closed her eyes and rubbed her face randomly, then took off the face-washing headband on her head, and the loose hair on her forehead instantly floated in the air in a frizzy manner.
He Mian reached out to tidy up her hair, his palms running through countless soft, sparse strands. He whispered, "I just want to stay with you forever."
Song Jing pushed him out of the bathroom. As she was stepping out of the bathroom, she felt something patting her waist. She lowered her head and found that it was He Mian's long tail deliberately sweeping towards her waist.
"How did you get the tail out?" Song Jing looked at his upright, hairy cat tail with some surprise and some joy, and couldn't help reaching out to pull it.
He Mian bent his waist slightly and looked at Song Jing at eye level, a smile on his face. The tail in his hand felt a little sensitive, causing his ears to turn slightly red. "I made it to make you happy, Jingjing, do you like my tail very much?"
"I like it a little bit." She said a little proudly, one can't be too sure.
As she spoke, she fiddled with his tail in her hand. The furry tail let her fiddle with it and fell obediently in her palm, as if telling her that the tail was her toy.
He Mian's cat fur is very beautiful, and he looks like a healthy kitten. The hair on his tail is spread out like a furry scarf. His tail is also very long, almost the same length as the Maine Coon cat's body.
Song Jing observed He Mian's tail and He Mian's own reaction with great interest.
He Mian always knew how to make her happy, but he was also an extremely innocent person. Even if she just took the initiative to kiss him on the face, his earlobes and face would be flushed.
And every time he couldn't resist her teasing, his body and mind instinctively loved her and he couldn't refuse any of her intimacy.
So even though they are not young anymore, they are still very passionate about making love.
Song Jing released the hand that was holding his tail, and suddenly opened his arms and waved them up and down.
He Mian quickly understood what Song Jing meant, reached out his hand and hugged Song Jing firmly.
Song Jing jumped onto He Mian, like a koala hugging a tree, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs wrapped around He Mian's waist, her calves swaying as she patted He Mian and instructed, "Go to the room!"
"What are you going to the room for?" He Mian asked knowingly with a smile.
"Go to the room and play with the kitten."
He Mian held Song Jing steady in his hands and walked back to the room. He thought that he, a cat, was born to be played with by Jingjing.
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