The male protagonist is always on the wrong side [Quick Transmigration]

An Di has always had nothing to do with a certain cat, and with Fang Yan's personal guarantee, He Xiu followed Fang Yan back to his home in M ​​City as he wished.

This is a very inconspicuous community, a small household of 60 square meters with two bedrooms and one living room, at first glance it looks a bit shabby, but the interior is very warmly decorated, it can be seen that thought has been put into it.

There is no way, the housing prices in M ​​City are ridiculously expensive, and Fang Yan hasn't made much money in the past three years. It is already very good to have such a residence.

But at this moment, He Xiuxiu, who managed to break into the "enemy" with great difficulty, was experiencing extreme suffering...

His paws were itchy.

But Fang Yan is not here now, this man locked He Xiu at home and went out for some reason.What's more painful is that, as a cat, He Xiu lost control and was even afraid of himself.

Showing off his claws, He Xiu looked around,

Now there are three options in front of him, scratch the wall, scratch the floor, scratch... the sofa.

Sofa... no, He Xiu shook the little cat's head, Fang Yan would be angry.

He swears that he really told himself so, but when the key clicked into the lock, He Xiu was devastated and found that his body was jumping happily on the sofa uncontrollably!

Under the cat's claws, the slightly old leather sofa is almost beyond recognition.

As soon as Fang Yan entered the door, he noticed the cat cake spread out in large characters on the sofa at a glance. Mottled "evidence" could be seen faintly under the soft fur.

The area of ​​the scratch was slightly larger, and the twisting of the small body could not be completely covered.

Somehow, a little want to laugh.

Fang Yan took out the cat toy he just bought from his shopping bag, and casually threw it in a corner of the living room.The little guy's eyes lit up in an instant, and he rushed over to scratch and scratch, but noticed that Fang Yan stood still in front of the damaged sofa, and after looking down for a long time, he seemed to know that he had made a mistake, so he threw away the toy and lowered his head. He stared at the little cat's head, shaking his ears and not daring to look at him guiltily.

...sorry, I was wrong,

He Xiu reflected silently for a while, and when he looked up again, he found that Fang Yan was laying cushions on the sofa, and he didn't say anything after finishing it. Of course, he didn't even look at himself in the corner, he just regarded him as air.

Angry... must be angry,

He Xiu poked the plush toy beside him sullenly: You can't control your paws!

Not long after Fang Yan disappeared into the living room, the sound of dripping water came from inside.

He Xiu curiously followed the sound and walked into the bedroom. The sliding door of the shower room was open, and the frosted glass used as a partition reflected a shadowy figure of a man taking a bath.

He doesn't have the hobby of peeping at other people's baths, so He Xiu consciously shifted his gaze away and looked around the small bedroom.

Simple and elegant bay window curtains, the big bed next to it looks very comfortable and soft, the bookshelf is unexpectedly full of dense books, He Xiu jumped up to take a look, they are all related to finance, nothing else special up.

Facing the sliding door of the shower room is a European-style floor-to-ceiling mirror. When He Xiu walked by, he couldn't help but step back and take a closer look at this new body.

Although it is still very uncomfortable, but after looking at it, even if it is a cat, he is still quite beautiful.

Big and vivid azure blue eyes, the well-raised corners of the eyes complement the wedge-shaped face, the half-length hair on the neck is trimmed into a beautiful circle, and the limbs are slender and powerful.

...but no matter how beautiful she is, she is not human.

He Xiu sat down on the ground with his back legs, pressed his cream-colored paws on the cat's face reflected in the mirror, and stroked it with some melancholy.This strange scene happened to be pushed away from the frosted glass, and Fang Yan, who came out wiping his wet hair, took a good look.

The eyes of one person and one cat met in the mirror, He Xiu first reacted, looked away, showing a stupid and cute look, stretched out his paws and started scratching the mirror, meowing and meowing a few times.

Fang Yan stared at it for a while, then took the book from the shelf, and leaned against the bedside to read it.His bathrobe was only loosely tied at the waist. The big V on the top exposed his muscular chest, and on the bottom were two long, strong legs.

For some reason, He Xiu suddenly thought of the sweaty chest and abdomen that Atobe Rin pressed on his body shaking in the castle in the previous life, and the lines and textures that he felt with his hands clasping the man's back and fingertips. Creamy touch.

With a thud, He Xiu swallowed his saliva, and the cat's ears felt faintly hot.

He raised his paws and hugged his head, feeling extremely shy: he has turned into a cat and is still thinking about these things, it is really hopeless...

Fang Yan didn't pay attention to his little thoughts, bent his knees and leaned on the bedside to concentrate on reading, as if he didn't care about He Xiu.

To be honest, Fang Yan is too casual at home, he doesn't wear underwear, and the bottom of the bathrobe is slit, and when he bends his knees, what shouldn't be exposed is faintly exposed.He Xiu never knew that his concentration was so poor...Of course, it may be because Fang Yan's figure is very similar to Atobe Rin.

In short, when the cold floor was warmed by his fluffy cat's butt, He Xiu finally couldn't sit still, got up and ran to the balcony outside, jumped onto the bed with a pair of underwear in his mouth, and put them down in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan: ...

Compared with the underwear, Fang Yan was more concerned about the few black cat paw prints that He Xiu left on the snow-white sheet when he jumped into bed, so he closed the book in his hand expressionlessly, his dark and narrow eyes He stared fixedly at He Xiu.

He Xiu's scalp was numb from his stare, and he covered the mark with his tiny paws and wiped it embarrassedly, but it didn't help, and instead enlarged the stain...

If you read it correctly, Fang Yan's face had already turned dark, He Xiu took a few steps back awkwardly, rolled out of the bed, and rushed into the shower consciously.

He has always been very clean, but today he followed Fang Yan all the way back, and the other party would not hug him, so his paws were a little dirty.

The shower room is filled with the smell of men's body wash. It smells refreshing and elegant. It's just a shower. It won't bother him. After washing himself clean, Fang Yan shouldn't dislike him, right?

He Xiu thought so, jumped onto the shower lightly, and flipped the switch with his paw.

However, the hot-headed He Xiu ignored a very serious problem.

Cats are afraid of water.

So, when the icy jet of water washed over He Xiu's body from the shower head, all the hair on his body exploded, and he rushed out of the shower like crazy, and climbed up a certain column tremblingly. thing, shaking the wet hair on his body.

Even though he had firmly grasped the pillar and kept away from the shower, He Xiu still felt lingering fear.

The soul entered his body, and when the cat's paw felt the warm, delicate and firm texture, He Xiu felt something was wrong.

He raised his little head tremblingly, and took a look with courage.

Yes, very tragic...

He met Fang Yan's face that was almost as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The man's bathrobe was scratched by the semi-wet cat's paws, and the bare skin on his chest was covered with water stains, all of which were his own masterpieces. He Xiu was so frightened that he loosened his paws and fell off with a snap.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, stepped over a cat that was still in shock on the ground without saying a word, and entered the bathroom again.

...Sorry, I really didn't mean to.

He Xiu lowered his ears and said in his heart.

His fur was completely wet, and his embarrassed and ridiculous appearance was reflected in the full-length mirror.As far as the eye can see, the bedroom floor is also covered with wet plum-shaped paw prints because of his relationship.

One trouble after another, He Xiu sighed in frustration, and went to the balcony consciously.

As the protagonist of this world, Fang Yan has a calm expression most of the time, and thanks to his deep and three-dimensional facial features, many people's first impression of him is indifference.

When He Xiu first saw him, he noticed his abnormality. He even buttoned the top button of his shirt... A person with this kind of personality is either too dull and reserved; or he is very vigilant and defensive.

Obviously Fang Yan prefers the latter.

Therefore, it was very difficult for He Xiu to quickly integrate into Fang Yan's life and win his trust, but...he was still causing trouble.

The window of the balcony was open, and He Xiu pulled it down near the drain of the tiles on the floor.

After all, it was already early autumn, and the wind at night was still a bit chilly. The hair on his body was wet with cold water, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body. He Xiu could only lick it with his tongue, hoping to dry it faster.

Cats are actually very afraid of the cold, so they have an unusually strong interest in warm beds and quilts, especially in autumn and winter.

When Fang Yan's footsteps approached, He Xiu sensibly shrank back into the corner of the balcony, trying to weaken his sense of existence. He was actually quite afraid that Fang Yan would throw himself outside in a fit of anger.

For a person with a cleanliness disorder, the scene just now is definitely enough reason for him to do this.

But to his surprise, this seemingly indifferent and difficult man covered He Xiu with a soft blanket without saying a word, and began to brush his hair clumsily.

What surprised him even more was that there was no sign of the second bath on Fang Yan's body. The other party should have just gone into the shower, changed into a bathrobe, and wiped off the water stains on his body.

With messy cat hair, He Xiu was a little confused by this development... Isn't he a clean freak?

He tentatively touched Fang Yan's hand with the pads of his paws, and Fang Yan frowned, but he didn't stop.

He Xiu was suddenly curious about the limit of his patience, so he boldly put his front paws on the bare skin of his chest.

Good touch, flexible and elastic,

The man's body immediately became stiff, he pinched the cat's claw that made trouble,

"Don't go too far."

He said suddenly, with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone and the cat were stunned.

"I'm really crazy." After a long silence, Fang Yan smiled self-deprecatingly.

He Xiu retracted his paws embarrassingly, and Fang Yan wrapped He Xiu, who was no longer making trouble, into a soft blanket, and placed him in the cat litter he had just bought.

The new nest is far less big than the magazine's, and it's not as comfortable, but this night, He Xiu rarely had a good night's sleep.

He dreamed of Shi Kong, Atobe Rin, and... Fang Yan.Angry, patient, lonely.

Gradually, the faces of the three people became blurred and turned into the same profound outline. He Xiu opened his eyes wide to see clearly, but he could only feel the familiar tenderness.

His own... nostalgic tenderness.

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Time flies, two days passed in a blink of an eye,

Today is the date for the shooting of the cover of the magazine.

In the past two days, He Xiu and Fang Yan got along pretty well. At least now when He Xiu jumped on him, he wouldn't overreact as before.

But Fang Yan still doesn't take the initiative to touch He Xiu.

It doesn't matter to He Xiu, he knows that as long as Fang Yan no longer rejects him, the filming of "CAT" will be able to proceed smoothly.The only thing that makes him feel uneasy now is the bookshelves in Fang Yan's bedroom that are related to the financial field that he has neglected.

After observing Fang Yan's daily schedule, He Xiu has sufficient reason to suspect that the other party intends to terminate the contract with the company after receiving the announcement from "CAT" and start a new field of life.

If this is not the world of a novel, this would be a good choice for Fang Yan, but judging from the results of the third world, when the plot distortion exceeds a certain limit, the world will collapse...

It's hard to predict what consequences Fang Yan's decision will lead to, but to be on the safe side, it's natural to stop his idea.However, with He Xiu's current situation: his body, the communication barrier between him and Fang Yan...how can he regain his confidence in the entertainment industry?

This matter has always troubled He Xiu, so much so that He Xiu was still deeply worried during the styling.

Beside her, Fang Yan, who had already done her makeup and hairstyle, was sitting on the sofa in the dressing room, waiting quietly.He has gained a lot of knowledge. For a cat, it took two hours for the process from washing to drying, then trimming, styling, and adorning.

However, the result was really good. Fang Yan focused on the eye-catching cat in the mirror, his eyes tinged with admiration.

Andi picked Kris up from the chair, taking care not to mess with its smooth hair, and then gently handed it into Fang Yan's arms.

"You can enter the studio," An Di said, "The venue has been cleared, and the photographer is waiting for you inside."

This is Fang Yan's first time hugging He Xiu, not counting through the plush blanket, or lifting him by the back of the neck, the touch is a bit delicate, this little guy's whole body is very loose and soft, like a soft puppet.

If Fang Yan was in a relaxed mood before this, then from the moment he entered the studio, his whole body became tense.

The photographer was a man in his 30s with a fashionable beard, probably he had studied abroad, and his Mandarin with an English accent sounded awkward.

He didn't say anything at the beginning when he went in. He tried to take a few photos in his clothes politely, so that he wouldn't be so nervous. The studio of "CAT" is the largest in M ​​City, and it is also the most well-equipped. It basically uses large honeycomb lights as the main side fill light, flash as the main front fill light, and then uses small honeycomb lights and blackboards to create hightlight. A light source that brings a character's face into focus.

After the trial shooting, the photographer showed Fang Yan the effect, and the two chatted for a while. After getting a little familiar, the photographer asked Fang Yan to take off his clothes.

"You're socut!" he exclaimed.

Fang Yan tried several bold looks under the instruction of the photographer, one of which was to bend his knees and shoot from bottom to top, with a close-up of the sexy waist and mermaid line.The photographer hugged Kris and let him sit between Fang Yan's legs, blocking the important parts.

But after trying several angles and filter effects, I was not satisfied.

"Sexy!" The photographer lost his patience and yelled at him, "What I want is sexy, your body is too stiff!"

Fang Yan pursed her thin lips, her body stretched like a string, and it seemed that if she exerted more force, it would break completely.

The photographer had to pause a little.

"Imagine what it would be like to have sex," he said clearly.

Fang Yan was startled when he heard the words, his ears were reddish, and he took a deep breath, "I don't have such experience."

The photographer looked at him in astonishment, and could hardly believe his ears.

"What the fuck?"

At this moment, He Xiu, who was placed in Fang Yan's lower abdomen, couldn't bear it any longer. Although he had a cat's body, he had a personal soul inside, and this soul had just been broken into a gay...

I also know that his current state is almost the same as sitting on a ball of fire. It was okay to finish the filming quickly, but it is impossible for these two people to chat like this. He Xiu really can't stand it. go down.

The photographer pinned him down.

He Xiu's foot slipped, and the little cat's paw that retreated stepped on a fluffy soft sac as if to die.

Fang Yan suddenly forbeared a muffled snort.

Embarrassed, He Xiu quickly raised his paw, but was suddenly pushed down by the photographer. The seemingly invisible touch of the soft cat paw made Fang Yan's waist and abdomen muscles swell, and his indifferent facial features were also tainted with lust.

"OK! It's this kind of power," the photographer said ecstatically when he saw his change, "the sexual tension that can make a woman orgasm!"

The photographer patted He Xiu, told him to keep still, turned back to the front of the camera, and processed the picture with a soft box and a reflector.

"Again," the photographer murmured while shooting the same angle over and over again, as if obsessed, "socharming..."

The man in front of him has unprecedented and crazy physical capital.