Bloodlines and Orange Cats

The blood race's head was dizzy, and the body was very heavy. No matter where the body was attached, it was like being trapped in cotton, unable to support its own weight at all.

He felt something warm covering his skin and making a sound against his ear.The voice was unclear, fluffy, with a milky tone, calling his name hastily.

The vampire wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength at all.

He knew that the human cub must have shrunk again, shrinking back to its orange and naive appearance.He felt the sharp teeth piercing into the nightgown, and he dragged it hard, but he could only drag one arm.

After a few minutes, maybe even longer, the blood race's body didn't move a bit.The orange cat let go of its mouth and jumped up and down. After leaving cat hair in every corner of the bathroom, it turned around and ran towards the door of the bathroom, its figure getting farther and farther away.

"You... don't go..." The hoarse voice echoed in the air.The blood race felt that it was not like his own voice.

The orange cat was stunned for a moment, then shook its head with its back to the blood clan, and rolled out the door.

The heart of the blood race was suddenly colder than the body.

He remembered that when he first became a blood race, his body couldn't adapt, and he might not be able to get out of bed when he woke up.But his parents always thought he was not strong enough, thinking that he was too pampered and forced him to move.

Later, their family could not afford the high maintenance fee of the castle and moved from the forest to civilized society.Many people think that the blood race is strange, and his appearance has not changed year after year, and point fingers at him.He couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran to the pumpkin town far away from home.

Finally alone, finally free, the blood race is always used to living alone.

It's just that after several frightening nights in a row, some creature knocks on his door and becomes his, no, cat.

He wasn't used to other creatures taking up his living space at the time, and this one was a nuisance that needed his attention through and through.He read a lot of books, looked up a lot of information, and began to linger in the pet supplies rack when he was shopping in the supermarket. The space in his home was gradually filled. end.Those people, like him, have a bond in their lives.

The blood race doesn't hate this feeling - it's like a hot pot, warm in the ice cellar; in a stuffy room in summer, it's refreshing enough to sweat profusely after a meal.

And it's extremely addictive.

If all this is just a lie, if I have to lose...

"It's okay, I won't go. I'm just a kitten and I can't take care of you, so I can only contact your friends to help."

It's the voice of the orange cat!The guy asked for help without saying a word, causing himself to feel more sad out of thin air.

The blood race wants to overthrow their inherent impression.Human cubs are not good babies, good youths, or the future of the world...

That's a...

The blood race searched their brains, and suddenly came up with a very bad and terrible word——

little bastard!

Hmph, what's up, are you scared?

The blood race was complacent, only to hear the orange cat say again: "I'm sorry, I know the harm my actions have caused you. I'm a bastard."

It's over, the blood clan was horrified, he just thought about it quietly, did he accidentally say it?He wanted to cover his mouth, but his arms were as limp as noodles, and he had no strength at all.

"Thank you for worrying about me."

snort.Thinking of what he said back then, the blood clan felt unwilling.

"I didn't go far, I just turned into a cat. This is not a witch's curse. Although it has a direct relationship with the witch."

What?So it has something to do with the evil species of the witch?The blood race thought to himself, was he a little impulsive before and said something too serious.He tried his best to raise his hand again, intending to touch the orange cat's vaguely sad face.

"I am a descendant of witches. Shapeshifting is my gift."

roll!Get out!Dump into glutinous rice balls with shredded ginger and get the hell out of here!

"I did this only to get close to the noble you. I have cared about you for many years, but you are used to being alone. Every time I want to help you, you are obviously tired and refuse. It seems that I should directly Let me tell you, I know you are a blood race, and I also want to associate with you."

It turned out to be courtship.

It is true that the blood race does not dare to associate too closely with others, but seeking pleasure is another matter.It's too bad for the secret to be discovered by ordinary people. It is passed on to hundreds of people, and even a small branch can be said to be a towering monster.

But the person who discovers the secret keeps his mouth shut and intends to court him... That may be the most beautiful way the blood race can think of to ruin the secret.After that, the secret will no longer be a secret, but a secret code between two people, a word among all living beings that only you and I can understand.

It's only now that I know all this, isn't it too late...