Bloodlines and Orange Cats

The orange cat suddenly remembered the movie he had seen before.He tried his best to imitate the cat inside, lowering his eyelids, hugging his two front paws on his chest, posing the cutest pose of a feline in his memory, staring at the blood race with wet eyes.

The blood race ran away like a whirlwind as if remembering something, and before the orange cat moved, he ran back proudly.

"My lord, do you think of anything? Do you think of my cuteness or my agility? Do you think of the few hours I spent with you, and a warm current surged in my heart, and my eyes wet..."

The orange cat's voice is getting weaker and weaker.

The blood race is wet, but it's not the eyes that are wet, but the corners of the mouth.

He saw the bloody man holding pepper, ginger slices and hot sauce in his hand, and muttered to himself: "The smell of cats is so strong, it tastes better if you remove the fishy smell."

The orange cat couldn't take it anymore: You blood-sucking person thinks I'm fishy? !

But in this situation where his life was hanging by a thread, he couldn't speak out.Although the aroma on his belly has made his stomach growl, but he is not a glutton but food...

The orange cat had an idea: "Stop! If you suck me! You will never know why you can understand cat language for the rest of your life!"

The vampire took a deep breath, with "Speaking like I care" written on his face, and stared straight at the orange cat.

Damn, this guy is so good looking.The orange cat was aggrieved.

"You are a noble blood clan lord!"

The blood clan's eyes changed to "You know it too", but the speed of kneading the seasoning on the orange cat's belly didn't slow down at all.

The orange cat comfortably forgets itself again.He was in a trance for a few seconds, only to wake up from a dream when he heard the sound of sucking saliva.It turns out that Mr. Blood's cat-sucking plan has never been interrupted...

"Noble blood clan adults, can you bear the unsolved mysteries in your life!"

The blood clan finally put down the butcher knife.

The orange cat took the opportunity to stretch out its claws, and carefully stretched out the soft meat ball to reach the blood clan's fingertips.The moment the two hands touched, the orange cat finally saw that an electric current seemed to flow through the whole body of the blood race, and the rough temples were upturned.

"Hey, put me all down. This is the wrong posture to untie the bundle."

In a series of "you, you, you", the orange cat was satisfied to see the pale face of the blood race turned into an autumn apple color.