Subordinate Doting - Chap 119
Ji Tingyu’s tail stood up when he heard this, but he was too embarrassed for him to see it, so he turned over and pressed it under his butt.
”That’s difficult. As far as I know, there is only one person in the whole of Newell who has a kitten like this.”
”Who?” He Zhuo asked.
”You.”
He kicked him in pretended anger, and was bitten when his feet were grabbed. Then he was held down and his whole body was kissed on his furry cheeks and ears.
An ambiguous atmosphere spread in the car.
He Zhuo’s breath passed across the cat’s lips, sank into his fangs, and finally disappeared.
”I didn’t feed the cat with your fish. I saved it for your dinner. Keep it in your bag. When I came back from my trip, those bastards took it and fed it to the cat.”
”I didn’t touch it, but seeing it eating fish reminded me of you drinking soup with your head down. You were so cute that I wanted to swallow you in one bite.”
He did not leave any misunderstandings, so as to avoid Ji Tingyu feeling uncomfortable.
”knew.”
The kitten lay in his palm and swung its tail lazily.
”Is it time for you to go into heat? You’re so lazy.”
”Well, it’s just for these two days. I don’t want to change back into human form. Just put me in your pocket and take me back.”
He Zhuo smiled.
”Let’s change it. I bought you a gift.”
Every time he went out, he would bring back surprises for Ji Tingyu, candies he had never eaten before, flowers he had never seen before, a modified pocket pistol, a telescope with two cat ears on the lens… It didn’t matter what it was, what mattered was the thought.
This time it was a pair of black leather gloves with separate fingers, and a thick layer of down cotton inside. The workmanship was particularly exquisite, but the only drawback was that they looked a bit bulky when worn.
A few days ago, He Zhuo discovered that he always liked to put his hands in his pockets when he was standing in a daze or smoking. After asking Rosalind, he learned that he had a congenital deficiency, his hands and feet were always cold all year round, and he was vain and didn’t like to wear gloves, so he asked someone to order this pair overnight.
”Is it warm?” He Zhuo tried it on him.
Ji Tingyu turned his head and said no.
”What’s wrong? Isn’t this good?”
”ugly.”
”Tsk, will it look good if I freeze you into a bear’s paw?”
”If it gets really cold, I’ll skin you and make you a pair of wolfskin gloves.”
”Okay.” He Zhuo nodded with a long tone: “Then remember to peel the skin on your belly, it’s the warmest.”
His voice was slightly cold, with a doting tone containing a slight smile, as if it wanted to blend in with the sound of the wind outside the car.
Ji Tingyu felt that no matter what he wanted, he would give it to him.
Reach out and gently hook your fingertips around his hand.
He Zhuo glanced downward and understood what he meant.
Hooking the index finger means “I want to kiss you.”
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After only leaving the mountain cat alone for twenty minutes, Meng Fan untied it. After collecting their equipment, they were going back to the base, fearing that if they left it here, it would be taken away by a bear.
”Hey, where are the boss and the others?”
After a while, the shepherd disappeared.
”It seems to have gone behind the mountain,” Rosalin said, “You go and look for it. Remember to bring a flashlight. The road over there is difficult to walk on after dark. There are pits all over it.”
”Okay, I know!”
Meng Fan agreed and walked toward the back of the mountain, calling out to the boss as he walked. The bright beam of light in his hand was waving around everywhere. Suddenly, he heard a faint and suppressed cry coming from the corner, and he shuddered in his heart on the spot.
”I don’t think there’s a ghost in my world…”
After all, someone just died in an avalanche here.
Meng Fan didn’t dare to go forward. He hid behind the snow slope and plucked up the courage to shoot at that corner. He held his breath and didn’t dare to make a sound. Suddenly, a familiar red car paint entered the aperture. He was overjoyed: “Old…”
He didn’t say “big” and just shut his mouth.
Because the beam of light flashed by and shone on Ji Tingyu.
He was kneeling on the back seat, facing the window, holding on to the window sill with both hands, his face was covered in sweat, his wet and red face was wrinkled, his eyes were closed, he had an expression of extreme pain, as if he could not bear it, and he was suppressing something.
Meng Fan didn’t understand anything and thought he was crying, but he was not sure, so he had to shine the flashlight again.
In a flash, Ji Tingyu raised his neck and wanted to scream as if he had an emergency, but suddenly a big hand stretched out from below and covered his mouth tightly with such force that it seemed to collapse his face.
Meng Fan screamed “Oh shit!” and the flashlight fell to the ground with a clang.
The boss had both hands on the window sill, how could he cover himself with anything else?!
Don’t tell me it’s really haunted!
He broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, picked up the flashlight and ran to call for help.
But when the beam of light swayed onto the Wrangler again, Ji Tingyu began to tremble all over as if he had the hiccups, and suddenly he lost all his strength and fell backwards, his body convulsing and shaking.
At the same time, a person suddenly sat up where he was originally sitting and pressed him into his arms.
”Ah——” Meng Fan screamed and fell to the ground.
What the hell! It’s He Zhuo!
He Zhuo turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly. His sharp gaze was like a knife cutting through the beam of light, and his sinister eyes were fixed on his throat.
It was like an angry beast whose wonderful eating experience was interrupted, as if it would rush out of the car and strangle his neck at any second.
It was not until the kitten, which was about to faint, rubbed against his shoulder that He Zhuo withdrew his gaze indifferently.
An arm was wrapped around Ji Tingyu’s thin waist, and a coat was put on him. One hand reached to the door and slowly closed the car window.
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Chapter 49: I will requisition you for three days
”Why are you scaring him? Rabbits are timid, and you might scare him to death.”
Ji Tingyu sat beside the car with a bottle of water in his hand, pouring it on He Zhuo’s hands for him to wash his face.
Because he was so excited, his body still had some delayed spasm reactions and was trembling and shaking.
After washing his face, He Zhuo turned around, exhaled a breath of cool air, shook off the water droplets on his hands, and gathered his wet hair upwards to reveal his smooth forehead. He then took the remaining half bottle of water and drank it all before he could speak.
