Chapter 224: The Male Lead Raises a Cat (40)

Gentleness returns to gentleness, but blatant provocation and insult are unforgivable!

A freshly cleaned and fragrant cat suddenly pounced, heading straight for its own facade. Jiang Yiran went with the flow and fell down, the opponent’s soft belly covering his chin and two meat pads stepping on his face. Those clear green eyes stared directly, like the revenge and satisfaction of successfully retaliating in embarrassment.

Shen Mubai successfully tackled the cat litter officer and stepped on the opponent’s face with meat pads, very proud. “Meow~”

A barely audible chuckle sounded. A tingling sensation crawled up from the root of the ears. Shen Mubai widened her eyes slightly, staring incessantly at the enlarged, handsome face in front of her, devoid of the usual distant indifference. The deep, abyss-like eyes now showed a rarely-revealed gentle expression.

The opponent’s eyes were like a huge abyss, containing countless unclear meanings. Shen Mubai felt almost bound by those eyes for a moment. She wanted to retreat, but was held in place by a pair of large hands. Then, she saw Jiang Yiran’s face approaching and dropped an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

Shen Mubai’s body completely stiffened. She could only stare at the other person with her emerald-green eyes, dumbfounded.

Jiang Yiran embraced her, returning to his original cold and indifferent look, as if nothing had happened. “Still want to play?”

Shen Mubai’s brain was slow to react, and she subconsciously shook her head upon hearing the question.

Jiang Yiran stood up, placed her back on the bed, and used his long, fair fingers to ruffle her fur. “Good night.”

The cold and unique voice made any words pleasant to hear, especially in the deliberately subdued tone; it was even more enchanting.

Shen Mubai couldn’t help but lift her furry paw, press it against her warm ear, and let out a low meow. “Meow~ Good night, cat litter officer.”

The lights dimmed, and the room fell into silence. Shen Mubai lay next to Jiang Yiran. When she saw his eyes close, she obediently closed hers too.

In the middle of the night, while sleeping soundly, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

Feeling the soft touch, Shen Mubai, in a daze, didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned toward the warmth.

In the morning, Shen Mubai felt that she had encountered something hard. She moved uneasily and felt that the thing seemed to have become even larger.

Opening her eyes, somewhat confused, Shen Mubai raised her body. Underneath the soft meat pad, there was a hard sensation. She lowered her head, and in her line of sight, a big, bulging thing was wrapped in soft fabric, facing her with a vigorous spirit.

Shen Mubai, “…”

If there is anything more embarrassing than this, Shen Mubai can tell you, there is!

Just as she was about to carefully climb down from the cat litter officer’s body, the other party had already awakened. In those clear eyes, there seemed to be a layer of blur, making it impossible to see the expression inside.

The situation was awkward, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Just as Shen Mubai’s brain was malfunctioning, the other party sat up, calmly grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, and casually greeted her, “Morning.”