Bloodlines and Orange Cats

Speaking of the cold, the blood race has a lot of complaints.

When humans inadvertently mention his group, they always think that they are cold-blooded animals without temperature, with ice flowing through the pipes all over their bodies, and they can stand still in the sudden snow and wind of dozens of degrees below zero.

Every time the blood race hears this, it always gives him the urge to give a lecture on "Little Knowledge of the Blood Race" on the spot.

not afraid cold?Ah.

The blood race really has a companion who is not afraid of the cold, but it is definitely not him.

He grew up in a room without a fireplace.The winter in his hometown was much warmer than in Pumpkin Town, and he felt his bones crunching at night.

When he grows up, he finally becomes self-reliant and has a room with a fireplace, but his conscientious housekeeper always thinks that he doesn't need warmth, and the symbolically lit fire goes out before midnight.

If he wanted to add some firewood quietly, the butler would always put him on the bed dutifully, and insisted that the noble young master should not touch such dirty things as firewood.

The blood race is not convinced.

Therefore, winter has become the season he hates the most.

But when he fled to Pumpkintown earlier, his dutiful housekeeper didn't follow him.

This time no one stopped him from adding wood to the fireplace.And there's this thing called heating.

But the heating can't keep out the coldest season in Pumpkin Town.

He originally thought that his life would be bright and infinite, but by coincidence, he went out to find something to eat on the day of the low temperature warning.

As soon as he took a breath, his nose hair froze.

Unexpectedly, the problem that this blood race has been worrying about for more than ten years is actually solved overnight by Furry.

He didn't want to provoke the orange cat.

Even if they live together, the orange cat is just his food reserve, and he will eat meat sooner or later.

but……

Why is the orange cat's body temperature so high?How could the curvature of the back be so just, so furry, and fit his face perfectly?Why are meatballs so comfortable!Salt and pepper have been swept away from the belly, and there is a milky aroma when you smell it carefully.

And the color of the orange cat is the same as the sun that he fears and secretly longs for.

What a creature!

If it was sent by his enemies...

not good!

In the daze, the comfortable feeling of the blood race suddenly disappeared.

He woke up reluctantly, and found that the orange cat's eyes were narrowed into a slit, sticking to the disc-shaped face, holding the meat ball on the left, and staring at him seriously.

The vampire stuck out his fingertips towards the cotton candy-like pink almost unstoppably.As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure, so he quickly ran to the fireplace, cleared his throat, raised his chin, and asked the orange cat in the coldest voice he could—

"You, what are your plans?"

"You're hugging me." The orange cat looked serious, wondering if it was angry, "You're still burying me on my back and sucking me."

"I won't...wait...you...don't...laugh, joke..."

Unexpectedly, the orange cat ran to the feet of the blood clan with a vigorous step, and then jumped lightly to the chest of the blood clan.

The blood race swears, he hugged the orange cat tightly completely, without intention, subconsciously.Then he realized that his movements were too smooth, and he didn't have an attitude towards food reserves at all.

So with a straight face, he released his hand when the orange cat was unprepared.

The orange cat's slit eyes instantly turned round, and its face is simply the best endorsement of "unbelievable".

It froze on the floor as if it had lost its life, and was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the blood race didn't intend to approach him, it asked cautiously: "My little brother, are you too lack of exercise? You can't hold it anymore ?”

The blood race's brain was running at high speed for a long time, and there was no solution.He knew from the first day that he would be eaten in the future. He didn't understand why the orange cat still complained about being sucked. Ah, no, it was used as a temporary cushion and hand warmer.

"Is it true that you masturbated too much last night? No wonder I always hear strange noises coming from the room..."

Nightgown.

belt.

knife.

Mobile phone.

tablet.

The Sanguine picked up what he could touch and threw it at the orange cat.But that strong body is extremely flexible, making people suspect that the guy's soul has installed the wrong body.

"Little brother, why are you angry! I just want to say that next time you lean on me, don't drool, otherwise I will lick your saliva when grooming myself, and I will kiss you indirectly. I prefer to kiss directly..."

The blood clan picked up an orange and threw it at the orange cat without mercy.

Could this cat be his nemesis?The vampire thought, since his arm strength is not good, it likes to jump on him.I like to sleep late, but it just wants to get up early.This kind of thing just needs to be thrown away, but how can it be so warm and soft, the meat ball is still pink, so cute, does it melt in hot water...

Realizing that he had almost been tricked again, the Blood Race hurriedly drooled, but before the corpse was completely wiped out, a meow came from the opposite side.

The orange cat tilted its head, a small section of pink tongue was exposed, and its innocent eyes were cast on the blood race without any deviation.

terrible enemy!Nemesis!I will confuse myself with the cutest expression!

The blood race had no time to cover its eyes.He put his hands around the orange cat's waist, put his head on the orange cat's forehead, repeatedly rubbed his face against the orange cat's stomach, thinking while rubbing, this little boy has really learned, the blood thought, he has met the most terrible enemy .Nemesis!

"Mimi, we have to send three appointments..." He leaned his face against the belly of the orange cat, and his words were a little vague.

"No!" The orange cat was decisive.

These words stimulated the blood race.He tried to lift his face from the belly of the orange cat, cleared his throat, and then bit his lower lip, showing his fangs.

Hmph, what's up, are you scared?The blood race raised his head triumphantly, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the orange cat.

But speaking in this posture is a bit inconvenient: "Yue, Fa, San..."

"Do you want three chapters? Okay. One, double the amount of dried fish every day! Two, don't bite Mimi's belly without Mimi's permission. Three, Mi, Mi, want, sleep, bed."

The vampire kept his posture with a dazed look on his face.He looked around repeatedly, and suddenly at a certain moment, as if realizing something, he pointed at the orange cat and shouted: "This is not some kind of agreement! It's a unilateral trick! It's...it's... hooliganism!" , he picked up his phone, put on his coat, and rushed out the door.

"Oh little brother, my body belongs to you (suck), so you come to spoil me, what's wrong? Don't you think so, little brother?" When the orange cat chased to the door, it had completely disappeared.

As everyone knows, the blood race only walked a few meters away, hid on the side of the house, and dialed a series of numbers.

A few seconds later, a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter? Or that thing?"

The blood race pouted and nodded.He rubbed the cat hair off his nose, and said aggrievedly: "I couldn't hold it back, I sucked it several times, and I was tricked by him again. Does that guy have magic? I...it's hard to control... Hee Has……"

"Almost, it's time to implement the previous plan."