The Aphrodisiac-carrying Man ( 另类植物鉴赏一 )

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As Mu Mu was walking upstairs, a rare Siamese cat suddenly came out from the bushes near the door. Instead of running away or approaching Mu Mu, it sat down on the ground and licked its paws.

Ling Mao Er couldn’t decide whether or not go past Mu Mu. If Ling Mao Er was sent away because Mu Mu hated cats or was afraid of them, wouldn’t he lose face?

Therefore, he simply sat in place, waiting for Mu Mu with the cold attitude of a cat.

Mu Mu first surprisedly looked around and didn’t see anybody. Only after doing so did he approach the Siamese cat to touch its head.

The Siamese cat, unafraid, looked up and narrowed its eyes with an amused glint.

“You’re not a stray, are you? Where’s your owner? Did you sneak out?” asked Mu Mu, three questions in succession.

Ling Ma Er was enjoying Mu Mu’s touch, but his heart was spitting. ‘Have you ever seen such a valuable stray cat?’

Mu Mu saw that the cat was intimate with people. It was obviously being taken care of as its body was very clean. It must have ran out not very long ago. 

He lifted the cat by its armpits in order to examine it more closely.

Ling Mao Er wasn’t happy as he hated being held by humans. His chest was uncomfortable, his stomach was uncomfortable, and the place where he was being held was painful.

Stupid human! Hold my ass! Haven’t you realized how long you’ve been holding me?

Mu Mu was now face to face with the cat. It was a beautiful Siamese cat. His body was light brown, and his feet and tail were dark brown as if a naughty cat jumped into a pile of coal and smeared its paws.

However, the most eye-catching feature about the cat was the obvious color of the border of its face. It was like all the black pigment was attracted to a small area in the middle. It was funny no matter how you looked at it.

“Ha ha ha, did you bury your face in a heap of coal?”

Ling Mao Er angrily slapped Mu Mu, but in Mu Mu’s perspective, it was of a cat who put its soft pads on his face.

“Do you want to go play at my house?” asked Mu Mu, “I have milk you can drink.”

Drink, drink, drink! Ling Mao Er said internally. It would be better if there was fish.

Mu held the cat in one hand and dragged the luggage in another as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.

As the elevator steadily rose, Ling Mao Er stared intensely at the numbers. Mu Mu thought that this was because like many other cats, it was interested in changing things.

“I live on the eighteenth floor, which may be a bit high for you. Are you afraid of heights?” asked Mu Mu.

I’m afraid of dogs.

With a ‘ding,’ the elevator signalled that they reached the eighteenth floor, and the door opened.

“We’re home now.” Mu Mu opened the door of room 1816, and without seeing the outside, the Siamese cat jumped out from Mu Mu’s arms and strutted into Mu Mu’s home.