【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

If I had to use one word to describe homeless people, it would be -

Cat.

Yes, homeless people are particularly suitable to be described with the term "cat".

Just like now.

"Do you have something to say?"

"what?"

The wanderer holds the girl in his arms and flies on the sea:

"What can I say? Anyway, I am the thug of our savior, so I can just do my job safely, right?"

"Hey," the girl hit the homeless man's chest, "Are you jealous? Then why didn't you come out just now?"

"I have nothing to be jealous of that stupid big guy," the wanderer snorted, "After all, we are here to save the world. Someone should be busy, and I, a nameless thug, still need to know something."

"Ah——" The girl touched the wanderer's chest directly. Feeling the strong resentment coming from someone, she felt secretly happy in her heart.

Oh, it’s not secretly happy. After all, the girl couldn’t hold back the smile and laughed:

"So you're blaming me for not being with you these days?"

"......No."

"Tough talk."

The girl raised her hand, held the homeless man's face, and pried off the homeless man's head forcefully. Then she stretched her neck, took a peck on the light pink, and then gave her mouth a somewhat exaggerated slap:

"Tsk, tsk, weird, soft."

"you!"

"I?"

The girl bent her eyes and removed her hand from controlling the wanderer's head, and instead hooked her arm around his neck:

"I don't kiss other thugs."

The wanderer glared at the person who was not too honest in his arms, and then looked forward as if nothing happened, but did not realize that from the girl's perspective, this was the best position to appreciate his red earlobes. :

"...I really want to throw it away to you."

"Yeah, yeah," the girl hugged her arms tightly, pretending to be scared, "I'm scared."

Then he stretched his head slightly and touched his earlobe with his lips:

"Although I know you can't bear it."

-

The day the girl got the token, she went to the nearest siltation point with a handle and tried it.

I don’t know if it’s because this token has great power, or because the wanderer standing next to her with a sullen look doesn’t look easy to mess with, or it’s simply because Tongxin here is easier to talk to. Anyway, they didn’t spend much effort. He pushed the people away.

"Hmm - it's more convenient than I thought."

After walking out of the stasis point, the girl casually shook away the blood dripping down her wrist. The wanderer frowned, and with a slight "hmm" he took the girl's hand and wrapped the wound with a square handkerchief.

"It will heal soon——"

"I know," the wanderer rolled his eyes at the girl, "won't it hurt?"

"Oh~" The girl took a step closer to the wanderer, their bodies almost touching each other, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"..." The wanderer turned his face to the other side, threw away the girl's hand, and said in a deliberately fierce tone, "Wrap it yourself."

"Yes, Mr. Kitty."

Another weird nickname.

The wanderer kept his pace and followed the girl slowly, seemingly looking straight ahead. In fact, his peripheral vision had drifted towards the people around him countless times.

The man turned out to be really obedient and pressed the wound with the square handkerchief.

......snort.

The corners of his mouth turned up without him even realizing it. Finally, when he peeked over for an unknown number of times, he met the girl's gaze that was also directed at him.

"Ok?"

The girl who realized that someone was peeking did not choose to grab the embarrassing braid. Instead, she tore open the blood-soaked scarf and removed the scarf, which was still stained with blood but was as clean as ever. The wrist was shown in front of the man:

"Dang-dang-magic!"

"Okay, okay, magic."

The wanderer ignored the blood that had not yet dried on the girl's skin. He just grabbed the slender wrist, took it into his hand, and used his fingertips to continuously rub the skin that had just grown from the prescription.

what.

The girl looked down at the homeless man's hand covering her wrist.

Sure enough, you still feel distressed, right?

The girl was in an inexplicably good mood. She gently opened her wrist and put her hand in:

"Shall we eat roasted guava tonight?"

"Well, there's also pig blood."

The girl happily shook their intertwined palms:

"You don't mind it?"

The wanderer raised the hands they were holding, and his tone sounded helpless, but upon closer inspection, a hint of sweetness could be detected:

"It's too late for trouble, I've already been trapped."

I don’t know why, but among so many gestures of intimacy, Wanderer is particularly fond of kissing.

Not just kissing, but kissing.

He is keen to use his lips to touch any piece of skin on the girl's body, and he doesn't mind leaving any traces on it——

A shallow tooth mark, or a red mark, or when it's more extreme, it will turn slightly purple.

Although it was only once or twice, it still forced the girl to wear long sleeves and a high collar on hot days.

Soon, he discovered a very interesting phenomenon.

On this body that can heal any scar quickly, a small, painless bruise will remain for a long, long time, so long that when he pulls down the girl's collar when the mood strikes, he can still find himself Traces of the previous week.

"..."

He stretched out his hand to rub the bruise - the bruise was located on the girl's back neck. At this time, the girl was sitting in his arms, writing and drawing on the hand-drawn map, so she did not notice the wandering. Despite the abnormality of the person, one could not see the strong possessiveness in his eyes.

This feeling was like leaving its own mark on her body.

"Hiss—which puppy outside are you stealing from?"

Feeling the stinging and numbness coming from the back of her neck, the girl subconsciously wanted to avoid it. She didn't want the wanderer to be faster than her, so he grabbed her with one hand and wrapped the other around her waist, pulling the girl The whole person pressed back.

There is no doubt that this is the hardest bite he has had in a long time.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and licked the red mark with a little blue in it with the tip of his tongue soothingly, and he knew without thinking that it would soon turn purple.

"...Looking more and more like a puppy."

The wanderer was squinting his eyes to admire his masterpiece. Regarding the girl saying that he looked like a puppy, he had no intention of refuting it and just said lightly:

"There is no chance for a puppy to chew on the neck of our savior lady."

He smiled lowly, and seemed to be more and more satisfied with the mark, so he lowered his head and kissed the spot again.

Well, cats are actually more territorial than canines, so it would be more appropriate to call him a kitten.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Cat," the girl flipped up her hair, "Give me the mirror, and I'll see what you've done to me."

"There's nothing to see." The wanderer put down the girl's hair and pulled up her collar. "If you want to see it, I can stay where you can see it next time."