Do you have a boyfriend

Lu Zhao gave Song Chuman cat ears and cat tails on Valentine's Day, and they have used them several times.

But these two things are decorations, and the cat tail is taken out after passing through, and the ears can't be fixed. In the end, they either hang crookedly on the hair or fall off directly.

Lu Zhao probably had some special preference. He always pinched Song Chuman by the back of his neck and called him a kitten, as if he really hoped that he could grow a pair of cat ears and a tail.

Later, someone gave Lu Zhao a box of aromatherapy, saying that it was brought back from a little-known Xiaobing family. Hope that happens.

Even though it was just a dream, it was amazing enough, but Song Chuman didn't really believe it: "I never dream."

Lu Zhao didn't believe it either: "It's probably a gimmick."

However, the smell of aromatherapy is very good, and the price is not cheap, so Song Chuman plans to order one to try.

The faint smoke drifted upwards, Song Chuman put on the aromatherapy and went back to the bed.

It was still early, Lu Zhao lightly bit the side of Song Chuman's neck, and slammed into it.

He likes to come from the rear, like two out-of-control beasts, without scruples and rationality, leaving only the pleasure of the moment.

After actually lying down, Song Chuman fell asleep almost instantly, while Lu Zhao leaned on the head of the bed and gently stroked his hair, wondering what he was thinking.

Not long after, he turned off the light and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Song Chuman woke up bored.

In a daze, he felt as if he was covered by something airtight, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

He turned over with difficulty, trying to pull down the quilt a little, but he felt something weird, his movements and body were a little stiff, unnatural.

Song Chuman opened his eyes, wanted to call Lu Zhao, and asked what time it was: "Meow?"

Song Chuman: "???"

Only then did he realize that he was lying on his stomach, and when he lowered his head, he saw a pair of furry cat's paws under the quilt.

Song Chuman moved his "hand" dully, and the cat's paw in front of him moved accordingly.

Song Chuman: "!!!"

He turned his head and looked back, half of the cat's butt and tail grew on him.

Song Chuman panicked, but with one mouthful he could only meow, mixed with a trembling ending: "Meow..."

Seeing a faint light in one direction, he stood up and walked towards the light while propping up the heavy quilt. However, his two legs suddenly became four. Song Chuman's limbs were very uncoordinated, and he moved out stumblingly, struggling to get out of the quilt. .

Finally, it suddenly became clear that the bed and furniture were still familiar, but it was much enlarged, and Lu Zhao was sleeping on the pillow next to him.

Seeing a familiar person, Song Chuman's anxiety and panic slowed down slightly, and he instinctively wanted to get close to Lu Zhao, but stopped halfway when he was about to touch Lu Zhao's face with his paws.

Song Chuman didn't know why he suddenly became like this, could it be...he is not human?If Lu Zhao found out, would he feel that he was a monster?

And since he can't speak now, maybe Lu Zhao won't recognize him at all.

Song Chuman looked down at himself again, seeing pure white hair. He tried to turn over to reveal his belly, which was also white.

So is he still the right gender?Song Chuman hurriedly looked down, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

What should I do now... Song Chuman forced himself to calm down.

The sky outside the window was not fully lit yet, Song Chuman looked at the alarm clock by the bedside, it was only 05:30.

After turning into a cat, his eyesight is slightly better than before, but other than that, there seems to be no other change.

Should he hide first and wait until he recovers... As soon as the idea came up, Song Chuman immediately dismissed it. He didn't know what happened, let alone when he could change back.

Moreover, where can he hide, he looks like he is only three or four months old, and he is still a kitten.

There is Mianmian at home, and there are ready-made cat supplies, even if he doesn't recognize Lu Zhao, if he stays here and doesn't leave, Lu Zhao shouldn't drive him out...

Just when Song Chu was thinking hard, Lu Zhao moved, showing signs of waking up.

Song Chu was at a loss lying on the pillow, watching Lu Zhao turn sideways and reach into the quilt next to him.

Lu Zhao frowned and opened his eyes, and saw a strange little white cat on the pillow, staring at him.

Song Chuman's heart tightened, and he said weakly: "Meow..."

"Where is the cat..." Lu Zhao sat up and called Song Chuman, "An'an?"

No one answered, Lu Zhao lifted the quilt and found the pajamas Song Chuman wore last night on the bed.

He frowned, first took the little white cat down and put it on the ground, and opened the door to find someone.

Lu Zhao searched the whole house, but there was no sign of Song Chuman. When he called his cell phone, the ringtone rang in the room.

Song Chuman seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without any clothes or cell phone.

Song Chuman himself was even more anxious, he really wanted to tell Lu Zhao that he was here.

He followed Lu Zhao with his short legs, but Lu Zhao's legs were too long for him to keep up, so he had to lie down on the living room floor.

Lu Zhao looked serious, and was about to call the police when he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the little white cat on the ground.

He squatted down and looked carefully.

Seeing that Lu Zhao was finally free to take care of himself, Song Chuman stood up and walked towards him.

He raised his front paw, wanting to touch Lu Zhao's leg: "Meow... Meow..."

Waking up by the noise, Mian Mian trotted over, sniffing around Song Chuman.

Song Chuman stared blankly at the huge cat's head in front of him, not daring to move.

Mianmian seemed to smell his breath, happily "meowed", and licked the side of Song Chuman's face.

The little white cat couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground on the spot.

Lu Zhao pushed Mianmian away and picked up the little white cat with one hand.

Contrary to Song Chuman, this cat appeared out of thin air.

Lu Zhao remembered very clearly that he closed the doors and windows last night and found nothing unusual.

The little white cat is obviously three or four months old, but it still doesn't walk very well, it's crooked, and it turned smoothly just now.

Recalling the aromatherapy before going to bed last night, Lu Zhao had an unbelievable thought.

He checked the whole body of the little white cat, and it was male.

The pads and the tip of the nose are light pink, and there is no hair on the whole body, except on the side of the small bridge of the nose, there is a small patch of red, which looks like a red mole at first glance.

This position is exactly the same as Song Chuman's.

Lu Zhao tentatively called out, "An'an?"

Song Chuman pricked up his ears and looked at Lu Zhao with round eyes.

Was he just... calling him?

Seeing the little white cat's reaction, Lu Zhao's thoughts became more intense. He adjusted his posture, hugged the little white cat back up, and scratched the little cat's chin: "An'an, is that you?"

Song Chuman was sure now that Lu Zhao was really calling him.

He was about to cry, he had become like this, yet Lu Zhao could still recognize him.

He didn't care about what he was thinking before, and rubbed against Lu Zhao excitedly.

Song Chuman: "Meow... Meow..."

Song Chuman: It's me!it's me brother...

"An'an...it's really you," Lu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, but still worried: "What's going on..."

Before going to bed last night, he did think about something, but the current scene doesn't look like a dream.

Lu Zhao picked up the phone, and first sent a text message to Xiao Fang, saying that he would not go to the company today.

Xiao Fang replied quickly: "Okay, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhao carried Song Chuman into the bedroom and found the aromatherapy ordered last night.

The aromatherapy has been burned out, and the remaining ashes sink to the bottom, and there is still some lingering fragrance.

All this seemed extremely real, and Lu Zhao began to doubt the judgment just now.

But Song Chuman had inexplicably turned into a cat, which he firmly believed.

Song Chuman saw that Lu Zhao was frowning tightly, looking at the table and wondering what he was thinking, he "meowed" and patted the side of Lu Zhao's face with the paw pad.

Lu Zhao came back to his senses and took him to the sofa in the living room.

He placed Song Chuman carefully on his knee and asked him, "Honey, can't you talk now?"

Song Chuman nodded: "Meow..."

Lu Zhao gently rubbed Song Chuman's ears: "Do you know what's going on?"

If Song Chuman's real identity is a cat demon, then he can accept it.

Song Chuman shook his head, expressing his ignorance: "Meow..."

"You became like this when you woke up?" Lu Zhao guessed.

Sure enough, Song Chuman nodded.

But Lu Zhao recognized him, and he felt relieved. Song Chuman squatted down awkwardly, with his tail neatly wrapped around his feet, and rubbed Lu Zhao's palm.

He didn't know what happened, he must have been terrified, Lu Zhao hugged the little white cat in front of him distressedly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Lu Zhao took out his mobile phone and searched for people he could contact.

His conjecture has not yet been confirmed, and he cannot sit still. No matter how unbelievable a phenomenon is, as long as it happens, there must be a reason for its existence.

Lu Zhao found a trustworthy person and asked him to ask experts in various fields for him to see if he could help.

After arranging all this, he put down his phone and kissed Song Chuman's forehead: "I will find a way, baby, don't worry."

Song Chuman groaned in a low voice and licked Lu Zhao's chin.

Lu Zhao leaned on the sofa, and while stroking Song Chuman's back hair, he asked him about his condition, if there was any discomfort, whether he was hungry or not.

Song Chuman shook his head all the time, accompanied by Lu Zhao's soft voice and warm palms, a "gurgling" sound came out of his throat.

Startled by his own voice, he reacted to relax his body, and continued to squint his eyes "gurgling".

Drowsiness gradually came, Song Chuman leaned against Lu Zhao with his head tilted, and fell asleep in the familiar breath.

Song Chuman fell asleep quickly and woke up quickly. He stretched slightly, and stepped on Lu Zhao's face with his front paws.

"Are you awake?" Lu Zhao kissed him on the pad, carefully protecting him.

Mianmian has been lying on the other side of the sofa, and seeing Song Chuman woke up, she jumped up.

It seemed to be very interested in Song Chuman, and kept sniffing, trying to touch Song Chuman's head with its paws.

Lu Zhao waved it away with a cold face: "Play by yourself."

Song Chu said in dissatisfaction: "Meow!"

Song Chuman: Don't be aggressive!

He turned around and greeted Mianmian: "Meow?"

Mianmian tilted her head to look at him, then softly replied after a while: "Meow..."

Song Chuman tried his best to distinguish its cry, but found that... he couldn't understand it.

He had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​communicating with Mianmian, even if he became a cat, only Lu Zhao understood him better.

Lu Zhao is also very interested in Song Chuman in this state. Song Chuman was sleeping just now, so it was inconvenient for him to wake him up. Now he is pinching Song Chuman's body, touching the flesh pads from time to time, touching it. hairy belly.

He tried to reach the base of the tail with his hand, but was kicked away by Song Chuman.

Song Chuman bit his finger lightly and found that he was a little hungry.

He bit Lu Zhao's fingertips and licked them before spitting them out with expectant eyes.

Lu Zhao really understood: "Hungry?"

Song Chuman nodded with a "meow meow meow".

The two thought of cat food at the same time, and Lu Zhao looked towards the balcony, where there were long cat bowls.

Song Chuman immediately shook his head: "Meow meow!"

Song Chuman: I don't want to eat cat food!

Of course, Lu Zhao couldn't let him eat cat food, and there happened to be fish bought yesterday in the refrigerator.

He got up and went back to the bedroom to find a coat and put it on, just enough to put Song Chuman in his big pocket before cooking fish.

The fish meat was divided into two portions, one half was steamed directly, crushed and fed to Song Chuman with a spoon, and the other half was made into fish balls, Lu Zhao held it in his hand and asked Song Chuman to gnaw bit by bit.

Song Chuman looked very small, but he had a good appetite. The fish was tasteless, but he ate it deliciously.

After eating a small bowl of fish meat and five fish balls, Song Chuman pushed Lu Zhao's hand away to express his fullness.

He licked his lips, Lu Zhao wiped him with a tissue, and fed him some warm water.

After eating, Song Chuman lay on Lu Zhao's lap with his belly exposed, letting him smooth his hair.

Being a cat doesn't seem too bad, does it?

But if he keeps doing this... what will happen in the future?

Song Chuman raised his head and said melancholy, "Meow..."

"What's the matter baby?" Lu Zhao scratched his chin, "Bored?"

He turned on the TV, clicked on the channel that Song Chuman often watched, and took a long cat teaser.

Originally, Song Chuman thought that he couldn't understand Mianmian's meowing, maybe it was different from ordinary cats.

It turns out that even if he is not an ordinary cat, he can be tempted by a cat teaser.

Song Chuman's eyes followed the cat teasing stick, and Yuanyuan's head turned around, looking for the right moment to slap his paw, but because his legs were too short, he almost fell down.

Lu Zhao protected him in time and smiled, "Be careful."

Song Chuman was very displeased, and bit the side of Lu Zhao's chin.

Lu Zhao hissed and coaxed softly, "I was wrong, I was wrong, baby, don't be angry."

He removed the fur ball from the top of the cat teasing stick, and held it in his hand for Song Chuman to play with.

After a while, Song Chuman turned his attention to Mianmian's other toys.

He still can't fully adapt to this body, and he doesn't want to move after playing with the woolen mouse for a while.

Mianmian has been looking at him not far away, seeing that Lu Zhao is not guarding against it very much, and approaches him cautiously.

Song Chuman turned his head, thinking that it wanted to play with him.

He stumbled towards the edge of the sofa, stretched out his front paws and shook: "Meow..."

Standing in front of the sofa, Mianmian touched Song Chuman's paw with the tip of her nose.

Song Chuman has never seen Mianmian like this before. The puppet cat that he could hold in his arms before is now several times bigger than him.

He leaned closer to Mianmian and licked its side face.

A hairy mouth, and it feels... weird.

Before Song Chuman could retract his head, he embraced him with both hands.

Lu Zhao's face was stinky: "Don't lick it."

This man even eats a cat's vinegar!Song Chuman let out a "meow--" with a long ending, patted Lu Zhao's face, and reluctantly licked him too.

Lu Zhao's expression softened, pinching his ears and front paws.

When it was time for dinner, Lu Zhao casually ordered some food to eat by himself, while Song Chuman rolled on the table.

There was a lot of corn ribs soup left from last night, Lu Zhao took it out and warmed it up, and Song Chuman smelled the aroma and was a little ready to move.

He's not hungry, he just wants to taste.

A fluffy cat poked its head over, trying to take a sip of the soup from the bowl.

Lu Zhao stopped him: "No drinking."

Although Song Chuman doesn't eat cat food, he is still a cat now, and it's best not to try food with taste.

The more he refused to let him eat, the more greedy Song Chuman became, and he tried his best to fill the bowl, but it was a pity that his strength was not enough in front of Lu Zhao.

So Song Chuman hugged Lu Zhao's hand with two front paws, and began to act like a baby: "Meow~woo~"

Lu Zhao was very cold: "You can't eat this."

There was still fish meat and fish balls left in the morning, so Lu Zhao quickly finished eating, cleaned up the dishes, and warmed up the fish for Song Chuman.

Song Chuman was so angry that he pointed his gun at Lu Zhao without even looking at him.

Soon he felt that his tail was hooked by Lu Zhao, and he shook it gently.

Song Chuman couldn't control the extra tail well, so he tried to shake it, but couldn't break free.

Then Lu Zhao picked him up and kissed the top of his head: "If you want soup, I can make it for you."

Song Chuman was only angry for a while, and shook his head to show that he was not hungry.

Lu Zhao hugged him and walked towards the sofa, barely feeling any weight in his hands.

He hadn't touched the little milk cat for a long time, and subconsciously murmured: "It's a little light."

It would be better if it was heavier.

The next moment, the little white cat in his hand seemed to be a little heavier.

Lu Zhao paused, and looked down at Song Chuman with shock in his eyes.

Song Chuman didn't notice it, and tried to lick his paw, but found it wasn't fun, so he gave up.

Lu Zhao calmed down, sat down on the sofa, and began to try to prove his conjecture.

In his heart, he hoped that Song Chuman would grow up a bit, and the little white cat in his arms would really grow significantly bigger.

Song Chuman lay in front of Lu Zhao, looking at the buttons of his clothes suspiciously.

The button just now seems to be bigger?

Suddenly, everything before his eyes began to shrink, his limbs stretched out, and cat's claws became palms.

All of this happened so fast, Song Chuman stared at his restored hand in a daze, and after a while he came back excitedly: "I've changed back!"

Lu Zhao took off his coat and put it on for him, his Adam's apple twitched: "Yes."

If his guess is right, he should be in a dream, and all the wishes in his heart can come true.

It's just that this dream is too real, whether it is the picture in front of me or the touch, it is the same as reality.

Song Chuman was still happy, and put his arms around Lu Zhao's neck: "You don't even know how scared I am...I was thinking of hiding and come out to find you when I transform back..."

Lu Zhao discovered the strangeness in his words again. What Song Chuman said was not what he thought or hoped for, but more like his own real reaction to all this.

"What are you doing in hiding?" Lu Zhao pinched his face, "By the way, baby, do you remember the aromatherapy you lit?"

He suddenly mentioned this, and Song Chuman didn't understand, so he said, "I remember."

So Lu Zhao simply explained it to him, meaning that he suspected that he could turn into a cat because of the fragrance, he or they were in his dream now.

Lu Zhao stroked Song Chuman's side face and small chin, and said in a low voice, "I'm still not sure if you are real."

The reason for this is too unimaginable, but Song Chuman has become a living person in front of him, so there is nothing impossible.

Song Chuman was very confused and couldn't get his head around: "Of course I am true, but I don't understand..."

"It's okay," Lu Zhao hugged him tightly, "No matter what, I'm here."

Song Chuman nodded and leaned on Lu Zhao's shoulder relyingly.

He felt something strange on the top of his head, grabbed it casually, and froze.

Why are his ears still there!

Song Chuman couldn't believe it, and stretched his hand to the back.

Sure enough, the tail was there too.

Lu Zhao noticed his movements, hesitated to speak, and finally coaxed: "Don't be afraid, this is very beautiful."

This is indeed much more convenient than before... Song Chuman reluctantly accepted it and wanted to go back to his room to get dressed.

Lu Zhao carried him to the bedroom, but didn't let him take it.

"An'an," Lu Zhao rubbed the tips of his ears, "Did you not listen to what I just said?"

Song Chuman was very wronged, he heard what he heard, but what Lu Zhao said was so vague that he didn't understand it.

What dreams, what thoughts in his heart... Song Chuman thought about it carefully.

Wait, something doesn't seem right.

Lu Zhao whispered, "I'll try again."

Soon, Song Chuman felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and an unspeakable impulse and reaction gradually raised his head.

He snorted and grabbed Lu Zhao's collar tightly: "What's wrong with me... What did you do?"

Lu Zhao pushed back his forehead hair, eyes half downcast: "Oestrus period."

It turned out that this is also possible.

**

After one night, Lu Zhao opened his eyes again, obviously aware of a slight difference.

The dream should have ended.

Lying beside him, Song Chuman just woke up at this time, and opened his eyes blankly.

Lu Zhao hugged him into his arms and asked tentatively, "Baby?"

Song Chuman stared at him blankly, and after a while, he pushed him off the bed without saying a word, and threw all the leftover aromatherapy in the drawer into the trash can.