He was stunned for a moment, then stuck out the cat's tongue to drink.

It's a little fishy, ​​a little sweet, and a little astringent, like the tears shed by a mortal woman when she's sad.

He knew she wouldn't cry, but he felt a little flustered for no reason in his heart.

When the sun came out, she sat on the small balcony and read a book again, but what he felt was not her blood, but his throat.

He jumped onto the wicker chair and lay in her arms. He felt her body stiffen for a moment before returning to normal.

After days of rain, the dark clouds finally dispersed, and wisps of sunlight fell through the treetops, shining lazily on his shiny black fur.

It was originally a beautiful picture, and the woman beside him was his sunshine at the moment, but his sight was forcefully pulled back by the bright red roses on the window sill, cutting off all thoughts.

Under Qingshang's surprised gaze, he jumped up to the window sill, plucked at the beautiful decorative paper with his little paws, and tore it apart. He thought it was too slow, so he opened his mouth to bite it again.

The petals of the rose were flying in the air. Unknowingly, the sharp thorns on the branches dug into the bottom of the palm, causing bloody pain, but they were still unaware of it.

He saw her slowly getting up and looking at him blankly, with a strange light in her dark eyes, as if she was unsure.

"What...are you doing?"

"Don't I even have the right to own a bouquet of flowers?"

Finally, she stopped this weird behavior with a slightly sad voice.

When he looked back at her, the sadness had disappeared.

He quickly jumped off the window sill, and immediately ran into the house without caring about how many petals he had on himself.

He saw her standing in the light and shadow again, picking up a knife and pointing it at his wrist, like a mortal woman seeking death, which made his heart beat with fear. However, she turned around very calmly, and even her voice was as cold as ever: "Immortal Lord.

If my blood is not enough, you can eat my flesh if you want. This is really not the place you should be, so you should leave... That person... That person will be back soon... won't he?"

He saw her slightly pale face falling into the shadows, not showing any charm, but rather a bit of unspeakable sadness.

Seeing that the sharp knife was about to fall again, he jumped up quickly, transformed into a human body, and held her slender wrist.

Maybe she didn't react, but the sharp knife edge scratched across the back of his hand. It was much more painful than a rose thorn pricking her finger!

Her hand holding the knife was trembling.

She looked at the gentle and elegant man in front of her with trembling eyes. She looked at the back of his hands covered with blood with trembling eyes. She was also trembling and speechless.

In the end, he gently grabbed her hand and put the knife on the table.

He only said one sentence, but it was also the sentence that shocked her the most.

"You hid it from me in the dream, lied to me, and said you wanted to fulfill my dream. After you wake up from the dream, even if you forget it, I will never forget it."

After saying this, he let go of her wrist, transformed into a black cat, and lay lazily on the table. He stretched out his front paws, and the fruit knife and the silver bowl fell onto the table with a bang.

He then raised his cat's beard with satisfaction and scratched Qingshang's sleeve.

She was wearing a light blue chiffon, fluttering in the breeze that blew by from time to time, just like the pure blue of the sky, so beautiful and desirable.

After a long time, she remembered the injury on his hand, covered it with her palm, and activated the magic to heal it. However, she saw him lazily closing his eyes, approaching her arm, and hooked her little arm.
Chapter completed!