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Chapter 71 On How Cat Slaves Are Raised 18
Obviously, resistance is futile.

Yan Luo, who was pinned tightly in his arms and unable to move, began to suspect people... Maosheng.

"Meow, meow! Meow!!" Let go of me!
The claws flashed out unintentionally, and they pulled a line on Jun Chen's hand during the struggle.

Yan Luo's body froze slightly, and Jun Chen also stopped moving.

Watching the scratch slowly turn red and ooze blood, Yan Luo quietly retracted his paws, lowered his head, meowed pitifully twice and raised his eyes to see Jun Chen's expression.

Looking at Yan Luo's movements, Jun Chen raised his brows, but smiled, and lifted Yan Luo up, "I know I'm wrong?"

"Meow." Got it.

Can't ask for a blackening value QAQ
The faucet was turned on, and the warm water slowly filled the bathroom with white steam.

"I won't punish you if you're good." Yan Luo dragged his tail slightly, and his body was slightly stiff. Jun Chen said, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, and then put the little white dumpling in his hand into the water.

The warm water flooded up all of a sudden, Yan Luo's body froze slightly, and he heard Jun Chen's slightly mocking voice.

Yes, the little white dumpling turned into a drowned cat, the fluffy little fur ball was flattened, leaving only a small head, with those big watery eyes looking at him pitifully.

It looked a little ridiculous.

After kneading the shower gel, wash the little white dumpling, hold it to the hair dryer and hold it to dry.

The gray dumpling finally turned into a fragrant dumpling, Jun Chen slightly curled his lips, completely ignoring the one that was scratched by Yan Luo, and put the almost recovered Yan Luo on the bed.

At this moment, there were a few toys made of wool on his bed, and as soon as he got into bed, Yan Luo hugged and gnawed on those toys as if he was having fun.

Jun Chen also sat on the bed, watching the little furball roll happily on the bed, a smile flashed across his eyes, and then he hugged Yan Luo.

Before Yan Luo struggled and was slightly surprised, he lifted her up to the height of his face, and his black eyes met the blue and one yellow eyes.

"Meow?"

Under Yan Luo's shocked expression, this face remained calm, watching the unattainable guy put Yan Luo on his face.

Yan Luo didn't move for a while, but he could clearly feel the man's breath on her belly, and then took a deep breath, blowing her little hair up slightly.

Yan Luo:? ? ! !

But at this moment, Jun Chen lifted up the little milk cat with a mask on his face again, hooked his lips, "Well, little sweet cat."

Yan Luo: ...

Flicking his little tail, Yan Luo tried his best to jump out of Jun Chen's hands, boldly stepped on Jun Chen's stomach and jumped onto the bed.

Jun Chen just smiled and looked indulgently.

When it was confirmed that Yan Luo's injury had healed, Jun Chen's apartment, which was originally used for temporary living, was already full of cat supplies.

Canned cat nutrition cream, all kinds of cat climbing toys are piled up at home, and even things like catnip that can't be used until six or seven months are ready.

And sometimes when Yan Luo made a mess at home, the boss didn't even frown.

As if he was already a standard cat lover, Fang Yuan only felt that his low status was in jeopardy, the little white cat that was originally despised jumped on top of his head with a swift and violent momentum Joyful jump.

(End of this chapter)