Bloodlines and Orange Cats

Since the orange cat moved in, the blood clan felt that their space had been squeezed flat, only as big as a cat's egg.

His house is more than enough for him alone-five rooms, plus the upstairs corridor and the downstairs hall, he can sleep without heavy burden for a week.

But the blood race still often feels suffocated recently.

For example, no matter where he sleeps, he wakes up at the same time and in the same way every morning—

A huge, furry orange piebald object was lying on his chest, staring at him with round eyes and meowing.Seeing him open his eyes, the claws must be taken in turn, and he will never stop until he wakes up.

This is what happens every morning at six o'clock.

Six o'clock!

Every time the blood clan wakes up in sleepiness and reprimands the orange cat, this eloquent thing will only meow meow, as if his cat language skills suddenly failed.

The blood race wanted to throw the orange cat out several times, but no matter what posture he used, his arms couldn't support him before he reached the door.

He could only reprimand Orange Cat with very ugly words, hoping that the other party would be deeply hit and leave voluntarily.

"You big bastard!"

"Stubborn beast!"

"You're bad! Very bad! Very, very bad!"

How about it, is it ugly?Is the young heart full of scars and can't wait to get out of my house?The blood race thought.

He was complacently enjoying his words and the power of being a noble blood in his heart. Unexpectedly, after the orange cat heard it, it stretched out a soft meat pad and pressed it against his cheek.

The blood race had no choice but to get up in the dark every day.But as the weather gets colder, the time the sun hangs in the air is getting shorter and shorter. The blood race can no longer bear to open their eyes every morning, and have to crawl in the dark for a long time to receive the favor of the sun.

What's wrong?The blood clan thought, he is a blood clan with a strange painting style and loves the sun, so he must be tempered like this?

One weekend, when the blood clan was sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that his shoulders, which had been well wrapped in the quilt the night before, were exposed.

impossible!The blood race knows that he sleeps well and is unlikely to kick the quilt.

As a result, when he turned his head, he saw the orange cat with its belly up and its mouth slightly open. The saliva flowed onto the pillow and wet his hair.

In a fit of anger, the blood race disregarded the cold and darkness of winter, got out of bed, wore only a pair of underwear, ran aggressively into the kitchen, and came back with various seasonings and a bottle of good red wine.

If you don't enjoy this reserve food anymore, you may not know who will use who as the reserve food in the end!

The blood clan tremblingly opened the jar of barbecue sauce, dug a little bit, and then poked at the orange cat's belly without hesitation!

The moment the fingertips touched the belly of the orange cat, the blood clan seemed to be electrified, and the fingers flicked away in surprise.The expression on his face was comparable to the ball of wool played by the orange cat, and he couldn't figure it out.

The belly of the orange cat...

So warm.

The blood race immediately increased its vigilance by [-] points, for fear that this was a conspiracy by the orange cat.

He searched his stomach and tried to find the last time he tried to take the orange cat from his memory, trying to think whether the orange cat's belly was like a small red clay stove, and he couldn't let go if he stuck to it.

……

Five minutes later, the Blood Race suddenly realized that he was still thinking about the problem.

He remembered that he was standing beside the bed with only a pair of underwear on, and opened his eyes intently, but when he took a closer look, he returned to the bed, wrapped tightly, and in his arms...

It is the sturdy body of the orange cat.

demon!

The root of corruption!

Damn boy!

The blood race wanted to get rid of the orange cat, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and they didn't listen to his rational command.No matter how much he tried to push the orange cat away, the warm body of the orange cat was always getting closer to him...

It's all winter's fault!

The weather turns cold quickly after Halloween.

But this year, the winter in Pumpkin Town came very early.

And the blood race has a fatal flaw.

Silverware?garlic?No no no.

He is different from the ordinary vampires in the world. Although he has lived in darkness for a long time after becoming a vampire, he loves life and sunshine, and is the most advanced vampire.

He is afraid of the cold.