Master 25
Song Jing knocked on the door, but seeing no movement from inside, she simply entered the password and opened He Mian's door. She paused at the entrance, hesitated for a second, and then walked straight into the living room where the lights were on.
She looked down at He Mian lying on the sofa. He did not look well and did not seem to be lying to her.
Song Jing quickly squatted beside the sofa and looked at his face carefully.
"Jingjing..." He Mian opened his mouth, but could only call out Song Jing's name.
Song Jing put the back of her hand on his forehead. It seemed even hotter than before, and she was startled. "Why do you have a fever again? Aren't you usually in good health?"
During the previous inexplicable estrus period, Song Jing simply thought that He Mian had a cold. Although his symptoms looked much more serious than a common cold, he did recover in a few days.
Having known He Mian for so long, Song Jing naturally knew that he had a good figure, was physically strong, looked very healthy, and had a very healthy diet and lifestyle.
He Mian could even carry her on one hand. He had shown her his physical examination report before, and he had the impression that all the indicators were normal.
Song Jing frowned and fixed her eyes on him. She reached out and used the back of her hand to feel the temperature of his forehead. Fortunately, the fever was not as severe as last time.
Her hand was a little cold, and still had her scent. He Mian closed his eyes and couldn't help but rub it towards the back of her hand.
Song Jing was about to pull her hand away, but was stunned by his action. She belatedly withdrew her hand.
"Do you have any medicine at home, or should we go to the hospital now?" Song Jing asked in a low voice.
"Don't go to the hospital." He said in a hoarse voice.
"You're not a child. Why don't you go to the hospital if you're sick?" Song Jing's tone unconsciously carried some blame.
There was a soft carpet in front of the sofa in He Mian's house, so Song Jing simply sat on it. She took a closer look and realized that He Mian's face was unusually flushed, his lips a shade redder than usual, and even his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
Song Jing raised her hand and touched He Mian's face, which was also very hot. "Get up, let's go to the hospital, okay?"
He Mian gently raised his eyelids and looked at Song Jing with half-open eyes. He raised his head slightly and used his cheek to meet Song Jing's hand, his smooth cheek touching the bony fingers.
It’s a very light touch, I want to capture it but I can’t.
Song Jing finally understood why He Mian's behavior was so strange. He liked to stick close to her and liked her to touch his head. He walked silently and liked to suddenly appear from the corner and grab her from time to time.
She kept asking him if he was born in the year of the cat, but she never expected that he really was.
"Don't act like a spoiled child. Get up and go see a doctor." Song Jing lowered her voice and tried to help He Mian up. "Or else, go back to your room and lie down. The sofa isn't comfortable."
Song Jing glanced at He Mian's body, which couldn't even straighten its legs, and sighed.
He Mian lifted his eyelids and took Song Jing's hand, pressing it against his face. He tilted his head to inhale the scent of Song Jing's palm. Her hand still held the scent of a mixture of shower gel and facial cleanser. He Mian tilted his head back and couldn't help but inhale her scent again.
Cats rub their cheeks against their owners to mark their scent and tell other cats that this is their owner.
Even though He Mian didn't have any special scent glands, he still liked to rub his face against the palm of her hand.
"No need, you can get better without going to the hospital." He Mian saw that her patience was almost exhausted, and hurriedly explained to her.
He had no choice but to tell Song Jing everything about the estrus period.
"As long as you can stay with me, I won't feel so bad." He Mian held her hand, and seeing that she didn't resist much, he was reluctant to let go.
He Mian's words were actually a little unbelievable to Song Jing, but there were already many things in reality. "Why do you feel more comfortable when you are close to me?" Song Jing was a little confused.
But after she said it, she felt a little regretful. He Mian had explained it so clearly to her, and she knew the straightforward words like "estrus" well.
He Mian looked at her and wanted to continue explaining to her. Now that he had confessed everything to her, he would no longer make up lies to deceive her and he would always be honest with her.
Even though she doesn't seem to want him anymore.
"Hey, stop talking." Song Jing wanted to cover He Mian's mouth, "Go back to your room and rest first."
"Okay." He supported himself on the sofa and sat up. He Mian had already supported himself to wash up. He was wearing a thin pajamas, and the faint smell of his body was lingering in the air.
Song Jing stood up and asked, "Can you stand steadily?" Before she could finish her words, He Mian was about to fall on her. She had no choice but to catch him and give him some support. "Go back to bed and lie down."
He Mian was much taller than her, and their movements were a little funny. Song Jing finally dragged him to the bed in her slippers. After her hands were free, Song Jing quickly turned on the lights in the room and also turned on the bedside lamp.
"Will you feel better if I'm near you now?" Song Jing asked slowly while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Well, I just need to be closer to you." He Mian opened his eyes and looked at her directly, "If you hate me, I, I won't touch you, just let me be by your side." He held his hands a little uneasily.
"Well, stop talking so much. Just lie down first." Song Jing pulled his quilt to cover him. The whole room still had the familiar smell to her. She even slept here with He Mian last night.
She leaned over and tucked the corner of the quilt. He Mian was still looking at her. Song Jing swallowed, looked away uncomfortably, and turned away.
"Where are you going?" He Mian saw her suddenly turn around and grabbed her wrist anxiously. When he saw Song Jing looking down at their joined hands, he silently let go of her hand, fearing that she would hate him now.
"I'll go get you a cup of hot water. Your lips are a little dry." Song Jing explained to him patiently.
"I'll wait for you here." He Mian clenched his fists and put them back on the bed, lying straight on the bed.
"Yeah." Song Jing responded, and took He Mian's cup and poured a glass of water with ease. She tested the water temperature to make sure it was okay before carrying the cup back to the room.
She looked at the cup, which was the couple's cup they had bought together last month. Song Jing sighed softly and knocked on the door.
"Drink some water first." She sat on the edge of the bed, helped He Mian up and fed him water.
"Don't be in a hurry, drink slowly."
He Mian raised his head, a drop of crystal water still hanging from the corner of his mouth, "I'm done drinking."
Song Jing took his temperature and found it was indeed lower. He Mian seemed to have the strength to speak again. She helped him back to bed and covered him with the quilt.
"You go to sleep first and see if your temperature can drop below 38 degrees." At least wait until his high fever is completely gone before leaving.
She was frightened by his fragile expression just now, which looked like it was about to break.
Now she didn't think about how many unknown things there were in this world, nor did she want to worry about He Mian and Xiao Mian.
"Okay." He Mian fell asleep obediently and put his hand into the quilt. After a while, he stretched out his hand again, "Jingjing, can I hold your hand?"
"Hmm?" Song Jing looked down at the back of his hand with distinct veins, feeling a little confused.
"Holding hands or having skin-to-skin contact makes me feel more comfortable, and it might help me recover faster," He Mian explained to her. "Don't worry if you don't like it."
Song Jing slammed her hand onto his and said, "Stop talking and go to sleep."
He Mian quickly held her hand tightly, fearing that she would regret it. He held Song Jing's hand and put it into the bed together. This way, Song Jing would also be stained with his scent.
He Mian slept quietly for a few minutes, but he couldn't fall asleep. He was still a little restless in his heart. The emotions of joy, grievance, sadness and restlessness mixed together and were very complicated, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He Mian quietly opened one eye and happened to catch Song Jing yawning.
"Jingjing, why don't you go back and rest first." He Mian couldn't hold on any longer at that time, so he looked for Song Jing.
Song Jing was busy at his house for a while, and there was a layer of sleepiness in her eyes.
His original intention was not to let Song Jing take care of him. Normally, He Mian was too busy to take care of Song Jing, and he didn't want Song Jing to be tired because of him.
Now at least he has regained his normal consciousness, so it won't be a problem for him to survive the night.
Song Jing narrowed her eyes and looked at He Mian. She took another scan with the thermometer and found that his temperature was still above normal. "Why is he still feverish? Didn't you say that more skin-to-skin contact would make him feel better?"
"It will be fine, but not so fast." He Mian said gently.
"You're quite amazing." Song Jing seemed to be talking to him and He Mian at the same time.
"I didn't lie to you, this is true, don't disbelieve me." He Mian's voice sounded more and more aggrieved.
"I didn't say anything. It's just that objectively speaking, you're amazing." Song Jing touched the tip of her nose, somewhat puzzled. He Mian seemed very sensitive and afraid that she would be unhappy. In fact, she was not angry with He Mian, she just couldn't deal with the facts before her for a moment.
Telling He Mian that they should separate temporarily was not a spur-of-the-moment statement, but she really needed time to calm down and think about her relationship with He Mian.
He Mian lowered his eyelashes and hummed softly.
"Jingjing, are you tired? If you are, go back and rest. I can hold on." He sat up and said to Song Jing face to face, but he did not forget to hold her hand tightly.
Song Jing raised her free hand and touched his forehead, then touched his face. It still felt a little hot, but it was definitely much better.
He Mian tilted his head to look at her palm, and as if possessed by a demon, he placed his lips on her palm, but he was so distant that he never made a kissing gesture.
"He Mian."
"I am here."
Song Jing looked at his smiling face with curved eyes, and her heart softened. "When you said you've liked me for a long time, do you mean you've liked me from the beginning until now?"
"Yes, I do." He Mian quickly responded to her, "I have always been very clear that I love you. It's not just the feeling of love for a master, but also the feeling of love for a lover. But you don't have to feel burdened. I just want you to know my feelings."
"It doesn't matter if you don't like me now." He lowered his head and said softly.
The way a kitten expresses love is simple - they want to cuddle, be petted, and regard their owner as their own.
Humans seem to have a hard time expressing their love, even though they have mouths and can speak. Even a kitten can let its owner know it loves them, so why can't humans let the one they like know how much they love them?
He Mian was not good at lying, and the few lies he told were all due to his true identity. In his eyes, he should say whatever he wanted to say.
Song Jing blinked in panic. He Mian was always like this, his seriousness made her feel a little shy.
A familiar warmth and breath came from the front, and Song Jing suddenly reached over and hugged him.
"Jingjing..." He Mian had a lot to say. He wanted to ask her if she regretted breaking up temporarily, if she felt sorry for him, and if she felt she could continue to be with him.
But before He Mian could even finish his question, Song Jing interrupted him, "Isn't it said that skin-to-skin contact can relieve pain better? Wouldn't this be more comfortable?"
Being close to the person he loves during He Mian's fever and estrus has a healing effect in itself, but the most fundamental reason is that Song Jing has a strong energy and kind magnetic field.
He Mian didn't possess the magical powers of a god in mythology; he relied on this invisible energy. He had a lot of energy, but it sometimes depleted. For example, when he worked too hard, his body would collapse.
He couldn't help but move closer to Song Jing, his cheek against her neck. He Mian's body temperature was still a little high, and he felt the intertwining of their body temperatures.
"Very comfortable, I like it very much..." He Mian responded to every word. He stretched out his hands and held her in his arms. "Jingjing, I really like you."
"Then I'll stay with you tonight." Song Jing said in his ear.
He Mian didn't react for a moment. He was a little surprised and a little happy. "Jingjing means..."
"Just today. I'll settle the old score with you after your fever goes down and your body returns to normal." Song Jing said somewhat arrogantly.
"Okay, you must be tired, lie down and have a rest." He Mian seemed to perk up instantly, made the bed and waited for Song Jing to come up.
Looking at He Mian's appearance, Song Jing couldn't help but frown and think, always feeling that she had fallen into He Mian's trap again.
"Jingjing, as long as you can stay with me, I will never touch you if you don't want me to touch you. My fever is not contagious. It's not a cold. It's just the effect of the cat's estrus period." He Mian was a little afraid that she would dislike him.
She reached out and pulled He Mian down to lie down, "Let's sleep."
"I'll go turn off the lights first." He Mian supported half of his body, turned off the main lights, and hesitated whether to turn off the bedside lamp.
He knew that Song Jing actually preferred a dark environment to sleep, and now that he had her by his side, he wasn't afraid of a closed, dark environment.
Song Jing tugged at his sleeve, but accidentally pulled too hard, pulling his collar down below his shoulders. She looked at his beautifully curved shoulders and arms, panicking for a moment and immediately letting go and looking away, "You, you're afraid of the dark, aren't you? Leave the light on."
She just thought about it and decided to keep the light on. He Mian also turns on the bedside lamp when he sleeps.
Whether she turns on the light or not doesn’t actually affect her sleep, it’s just that she is more accustomed to sleeping with the light off.
He Mian smiled at her and said, "Okay, then I'll just leave the bedside lamp on." He slowly straightened the collar of his pajamas, feeling inexplicably happy.
He was so happy that even the sadness that made Song Jing unhappy and abandoned him was gradually diluted.
Song Jing suddenly remembered something. She frowned and looked at He Mian. "You said before that you couldn't tell me the reason why you were afraid of the dark. Is it because of Xiao Mian's identity?"
She seemed to have calmed down somewhat now, at least able to face the fact that He Mian was Xiao Mian. The world was inherently amazing. For example, their company was now developing a bionic artificial intelligence robot with a brain structure similar to that of a human brain, a technology that was unimaginable hundreds of years ago.
So it doesn't seem so outrageous that there are ghosts, gods, and cats that can turn into humans in the world.
"Yes, that's right." He Mian nodded. "Jingjing, do you want to know? I can tell you everything."
Song Jing turned her head away and looked at the ceiling. After two seconds of silence, she said, "I'm a little curious."
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He Mian follows the pace of the public in society step by step. He is busy with work during the day and occasionally rescues some stray cats at night. His duty is to protect his kind as much as possible in accordance with the laws of nature.
Of course, he cannot interfere with matters that are in line with the normal food chain and natural selection.
Recently, a large number of kittens have disappeared for no reason near the area where he works. He Mian finally found an illegal cat truck in an industrial area near the university town.
This was his first time intercepting a cat truck. His lack of experience meant he couldn't confront the gang illegally transporting kittens head-on. However, before he found the truck, he contacted friends at a rescue organization and called the police.
But before they arrived, He Mian found the cat truck. He had no way of knowing what was happening to the kittens, nor could he open the truck door.
However, the door of the truck, which had been used for many years, was a little damaged, and the door lock was shaky. There was a gap in the corner of the door, which was big enough to pass He Mian's fist.
People couldn't get in directly, but very small creatures could get in through this gap. He changed to the size of a Maine Coon kitten and jumped into the truck door.
It was pitch black inside, but fortunately his night vision was good enough. As soon as he entered the truck, He Mian felt difficulty breathing and there was a foul smell in the car.
He saw a truck filled with kittens, groups of them crammed into tiny cages, so many that it was practically impossible to breathe. Many of the kittens even had small pendants around their necks, signifying they were domesticated pets.
When He Mian was thinking about how to rescue these kittens as quickly as possible, the door of the truck was opened and the strong light of a flashlight suddenly shone inside. It was neither a friend from the rescue agency nor a policeman.
"Who caught this cat? It's only a few months old and it's already out of the cage. How can you eat meat when it's so small?" The man shouted, and then whispered, "It stinks!"
Then he took the hose and flushed water into the truck.
Soon another man came over and took a look at the tiny Maine Coon. He roughly grabbed the cat and looked it over. "It's too big in the cage."
He picked up the cat and threw it outside the truck. Before driving away, he kicked or stepped on the cat because it was in the way.
The truck, with water still dripping from its tail, made a deafening starting sound and spewed exhaust fumes into the distance.
It hurts, it hurts so much, it's almost unbearable. How could He Mian, who is so tolerant of pain, feel the pain so clearly?
The wound might disappear after he turned back into a human, but he didn't have enough energy to become a human. He also couldn't let others know his true identity, so he had to leave here.
He Mian needs to go to a place with enough energy and a good enough magnetic field. He has installed a positioning device on his truck, and his colleagues from the rescue agency will definitely be able to rescue the kittens in the truck.
He Mian quickly remembered a place: nearby University A, his alma mater, which had ample energy and a favorable magnetic field. As he dragged himself to the school, he realized how dire his condition was. Even if he absorbed energy there for ten days or half a month, he might not be able to recover.
The summer evening dinner was a little cold, and the garbage dump near the school gate smelled a bit stinky. But he couldn't walk anymore. He was so sleepy that he felt like if he closed his eyes he would be gone forever. His body seemed to float lightly, and a warm feeling spread through him.
"Why is there a kitten here?"
"How could there be so many injuries? Should we go to the veterinary hospital?"
He vaguely heard two voices...
He Mian then disappeared for half a year, and no one could find him. If He Mian had waited another year and a half, his aunt, one of his few relatives, would have probably prepared to apply for a missing person death certificate for him and cancel his registration.
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Song Jing lowered her eyelashes and listened to him quietly. The enclosed, dark environment reminded him of the one in the cat car. His body instinctively resisted to protect itself, and he experienced symptoms such as difficulty breathing and trembling.
"Will Jingjing laugh at me? I'm afraid of these things." He Mian said jokingly.
"Does it still hurt?" Song Jing asked him with a trembling voice, and her fingertips couldn't help but stroke his face. She still remembered clearly the injuries on Xiaomian's body. The injury on his head was the most serious.
He Mian shook his head and smiled, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all over. Besides, kittens can tolerate pain very well. This is not a big deal for me."
He raised his hand and wiped her face. Song Jing felt sorry for him, and he was a little happy, but he didn't want to make her too sad.
His body was still a little hot. Song Jing touched his face. He Mian wanted to hug her but he didn't do anything else because he was afraid that she would be disgusted.
Song Jing turned sideways and looked at him. She held his face and kissed him.
Song Jing leaned over and pressed down on He Mian. He Mian was a little surprised and quickly hugged her waist, worried that she would fall off the bed.
Her breath invaded him, and she pressed her hands on his shoulders, her fingertips touching his collarbone directly.
He Mian looked at her and held her tighter and tighter. Jingjing, his Jingjing, his former master, the one he loved most, was exchanging breath with him.
Song Jing raised her head and took a few deep breaths. She tilted her head, raised her knee and bumped it lightly on a certain spot. She laughed, "You've been holding it in for a long time, ever since I walked into your house."
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