Inferior pampering

Chapter 44

　The cat looked at it aggrieved for a long time, and kept its mouth shut if it wanted to cry or not.

　　He hasn't slept in a sleeping bag since then.

　　Naturally, I never thought of this past again.

　　Until he grew up many years later, he always heard others say: what was unavailable when he was young will eventually become obsession.

　　Ji Tingyu didn't take it seriously, because even though he didn't have a rich childhood, he was taken by his mother through many mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and witnessed the loss of countless lives and the devastation of war.

　　He thinks that his heart is strong enough and his inner world is not impoverished, so he will not be trapped by the so-called obsession when he was young.

　　But now I understand that the reason why I feel like I don't care is because no one has ever supplied him with what is missing.

　　Knowing that you will never get it again, you will pretend that you don't care.

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　　The cat lifted its paws to wipe its eyes, took the sleeping bag in its mouth and checked it into the bed little by little, put itself in it with its buttocks pouted as it did when it was a child, lying flat like a human, holding the lifelike little wolf in its overlapping paws.

　　The sound of water in the kitchen stopped.

　　He Zhuo returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and went to bed.

　　Afraid of being too close to make people uncomfortable, he only occupied one bedside, and Ji Tingyu was separated by one person.

　　The cat curled its lips as it looked at such a large space.

　　He suddenly crawled out of the sleeping bag, bit his pocket and ran towards He Zhuo without hesitation, pulled his arm away and squeezed himself in, then got into the pocket and patted himself with satisfaction. .

　　There was a gentle chuckle in his ear.

　　In the darkness.

　　He Zhuo turned sideways and put his face next to the fluffy sleeping bag.

　　The kitten also turned sideways, raised its four paws and hugged his face.

　　The tip of his nose touches his nose, his mouth touches his mouth, and the two plum-blossom claw pads are stuck in the sockets of his eyes, one left and one right.

　　The wolf king closed his eyes and chuckled, and the cat narrowed his eyes contentedly.

　　"How did you know that I didn't have a sleeping bag when I was a child?" Ji Tingyu asked.

　　"You told me yourself."

　　"I?"

　　"Well, I teased you that morning, can you just sleep in cotton socks when you are so young, your ears are drooping."

　　This is Ji Tingyu's subconscious action when he was lost, but He Zhuo saw through it at a glance.

　　He Zhuo was silent at the time, but afterwards he kept thinking: Why did he sleep in socks? Is it because no one has a sleeping bag for my kitten?

　　Then it's up to me to get ready.

　　"That's it...?" The cat couldn't believe it, and its voice became hoarse.

　　"That's it." He Zhuo said in a reasonable tone.

　　Ji Tingyu's eye sockets gradually became moist.