Bloodlines and Orange Cats

A few weeks after the birth of the orange cat, nearly 20 years of life, and... Forget it, it doesn’t matter if it’s not counted, in this not long and not short life, the black charcoal in front of me is really not a major crisis.

But now he is a chubby and very cute orange cat, these two characteristics are not very suitable for Heitan——

"Hey, Ju Yuanyuan, let's see where you are going!"

My name is Mimi!

"Pangpang Orange, don't be cute with me. My big brother eats this trick, but it doesn't work for me, do you understand?"

The orange cat let out a dejected "ow", and ran out of the restaurant, waiting for the sound of footsteps walking back to the dining table under Heitan's feet, then he poked his head out tremblingly.

Seeing Heitan's triumphant face, the orange cat became angry.

It tried its best to attract the attention of the vampires.It acted cute and scratched the wall, but it didn't know if the blood clan had a stiff neck last night, or just refused to turn his noble head.

The orange cat's heart sank little by little, buried in the soil, and almost disappeared.

Just as he was about to give up, the blood race glanced at it.

However, the Blood Race stared at its outstretched arms for two seconds, then silently turned its head away.

No other reaction.

Just ignore yourself, the blood race is still in Heitan's ear!ear!Whisper!

The changing and elusive expression of the blood clan made the orange cat's heart roll directly into the permafrost from the loose soil where everything was revived in spring.

The orange cat didn't even have the strength to "meow", so it could only stare at the blood clan and Heitan with wet eyes and whisper.

This room is huge, and the space occupied by those two humans is only a little bit.

But the orange cat felt that there was no place for him in the extraordinarily warm space under his feet.

A few meters away, the blood race broke out a layer of sweat, flowing down the broken hair on the back of the neck to the spine between the shoulder blades.He was about to be burned to ashes by the spotlight-like gaze, and he didn't even dare to look at each other.

The blood clan, who was about to lose his hold, had to lower his voice, and leaned into Heitan's ear and said, "Am I going too far? Don't give him hot pot."

"You are doing well, keep going." In the restaurant, Heitan whispered to the blood clan.

"That's right, the little guy almost climbed on the top of my head when he kicked his nose and face. I have to let him see who is the master of this house."

During this period of time, the blood race was very worried.He felt that he couldn't do without the orange cat more and more, and almost drowned in Plush Village several times.The orange cat doesn't know where it learned so many human laws, and there are more and more tricks. At least it will make the blood race blush for two or three days, and at most, the blood race will feel restless and uneasy all day long.

The blood race felt that if it went on like this, his old heart would turn into soap bubbles in the sky, colorful and bursting with a single poke.

"Don't worry, Mimi will take the initiative to apologize when she knows she's wrong." Heitan's distant voice suddenly broke the blood race's thoughts.

"But he hasn't eaten for three hours! He eats seven meals a day, he must be hungry now..."

The blood clan looked around and found that the familiar figure had disappeared.