Chapter 87

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 "Who says cats have to wear bells?"

  "No, but—"

  "What's the fart without you."

  "Oh, don't be angry, I just think their cats like this."

  "Who told you that cats like it? Cats like to grab and play with kinetic energy. What is the use of hanging a bell around their neck besides restraining them? Isn't it just a ringing dog chain?"

  "What fuck!" Morris said with a hellish expression: "I think you look pretty on the dog leash, didn't Director Ji also restrain you and imprison you?"

  "You also see what he means?"

  "No...don't tell me you're looking forward to it!"

  Morris rolled his eyes almost to the sky.

  He Zhuo glanced at him like an idiot: "What do you know, what kind of bondage is this?"

  ——This is clearly a reward.

  It is a sincere heart, a hidden love, and a possessive desire that a proud cat is ashamed to say.

  With such a mood in mind, he quickly left the spot and found his kitten on the deck.

  Rosalin was telling ghost stories to Meng Fan, and he was so frightened that he retracted his feet and pointed at the corner of Ji Tingyu's mouth in surprise: "Boss, why are you vomiting blood!"

  "Where did the blood come from?"

  Ji Tingyu took off his sunglasses, and when he was about to wipe his mouth and chin, a hand snapped it away. He Zhuo leaned over and kissed his lips, and licked the red mark with the tip of his tongue.

  "Not blood, watermelon juice."

  Everyone booed for a while: "I can't see! I'm going to be blind!"

  He Zhuo sat down beside Ji Tingyu, and fished his little feet out of the water.

  The kitten was angry: "Who told you to kiss me?"

  "Taste how sweet the wine you just drank."

  "You can taste fart!"

  "I really didn't taste the sweetness, but it was a bit sour and sharp."

  "There is something even more beneficial, do you want to try it!"

  Ji Tingyu licked the corner of his mouth exaggeratedly on purpose, and even thought he swallowed greasy, disgusting you!

  Unexpectedly, He Zhuo's eyes dimmed, and he asked lightly, "Are you sure you want to seduce me in public?"

  "How did I seduce you?!"

  Can't you see that I'm deliberately disgusting you!

  Of course He Zhuo couldn't see it.

  In his eyes, all behaviors of cats have a soft filter of cuteness or sexiness.

  He showed his belly, and He Zhuo wanted to suck him.

  He raised his four claws, and He Zhuo wanted to bite his feet again.

  He opened his mouth, and He Zhuo could recall that his tongue was slippery.

  There were tears at the end of his eyes, what He Zhuo saw was his choking when he was blocked.

  He stared over pitifully, and He Zhuo knew that a bad idea to bite himself off appeared in his head again.

  So all the teasing turned into teasing, and all the tsundereness turned into coquettishness. He Zhuo pinched his chin, and kindly reminded him word by word in his ear:

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