Rhode Island Park Project

She supported herself on the sofa and stood up, then put her arms around Luo Hang's neck and kissed him.

Being hugged and kissed by two cats, one big and one small, Luo Hang innocently moved his eyes to the side and, as expected, saw Mandela baring her teeth in anger.

However, as the most obedient and well-behaved pet of her owner, even though Mandela was furious, she controlled herself and did not give the shameless wild cat in front of her a hard blow.

Do you really think that if you occupy your mouth, you have no other options?

Don’t underestimate pets whose lives, besides practicing magic, are all about making their owners happy!

Loosening his arms, Mandela lifted up his master's shirt and got in.

"..."

Luo Hang blinked.

Having two cats at home that compete for attention seems pretty good, right?

Chapter 295: Mr. Luo Hang is so awesome and powerful

"Screw rustle..."

A pink tail emerged from the quilt and rested on the edge of the bed.

The morning light shining through the curtains was slightly drunk and mottled, and the slender tail just found a narrow strip of bright color, in which it quietly enjoyed the morning sunbath.

The quiet time lasted for a while, and the tail that was quietly resting on the edge of the bed suddenly trembled slightly, and then shrank back into the warm quilt.

Igolin, sleepily raising a snow-white arm from the quilt, pressed her head, which seemed particularly heavy, and mumbled "Mmmm" in a daze, habitually performing her daily morning self-awakening.

Getting up in the morning is always difficult, especially when the weather gradually turns colder. A warm bed is simply the strongest seal in the world for cats.

During the busy period of studies and work, in order to keep herself awake, Igolin also developed some strange personal habits.

But no one else will see it anyway, so even if it is a little strange, it is nothing to worry about.

"Goo-"

There seemed to be other noises coming from under the quilt.

Igolin clearly felt a furry thing being pulled out from the front of his stomach, and he seemed to touch something like someone else's skin in front of him.

"..."

With his eyes half open, Igolin paused subconsciously.

Then he opened his eyes with a start.

A luxurious yet unfamiliar bedroom, a pair of swaying dark green cat ears, and most importantly, a man with a smiling face right in front of her.

"Mr. Luo Hang..."

Igolin cried out in embarrassment, then suddenly reacted and quickly retracted the snow-white arm that was pressing on her head back into the quilt, leaving only her head outside the quilt, looking well-behaved and quiet.

"Good morning, Igolin."

"Uh, yes, good morning to you too!"

He looked at Miss Igolin, who was so reserved in bed, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I still have some things to do today. After breakfast, take a couple of throat lozenges and talk less. You don't have to worry too much about your throat."

"—?"

Igolin was stunned for a moment, looking at Luo Hang's teasing expression, he finally realized what he meant, and his expression suddenly became embarrassed.

"I just woke up, uh, uh..."

My throat seems to be a little hoarse...

Igolin was really stunned this time.

After all, she was a broadcasting major and was careful about how to use and protect her voice. How hard had she yelled last night to damage her voice?

Miss Igolin felt her face getting hot.

At this time, Mandela also raised her head from behind Luo Hang and looked at her with contempt and condescension.

"Deserved it."

Although it was only two short words, Igolin felt the veins on his forehead jump distinctly.

This stinky cat!!

"You two really aren't tired at all."

Luo Hang shook his head in silence.

He raised his hand and patted Mandela's butt, which was pressed against his back.

"Since you two are so energetic, why don't you just stop lying down and get up."

He actually doesn't have a strict self-disciplined schedule. After all, for someone who has lived too long, taking every day so seriously is simply being hard on himself.

If it is not necessary, he would rather stay in bed with his two cats in his quilt.

It’s a pity that in order to deal with the current situation, now is the necessary time.

He still has a lot of work to do.

"The master is leaving again."

Mandela grumbled unhappily, and her increasingly mature body rubbed against his back, causing ripples in his heart.

Mandela is actually not very old. Although Luo Hang said that she is not very smart, it is indeed because this kitten has not reached maturity yet.

However, a skinny body does have certain advantages. When it sticks to the body, you can feel a certain amount of ups and downs without being pushed into the air. The contact area of ​​the body can be maximized, and it feels great to rub it.

I don’t know if this is the reason, but Mandela always likes to hug his neck and rub against him.

This is what they call, being small also has its advantages...

"I'll take you out to play later."

Luo Hang smiled gently and touched Mandela's cheek.

He really didn't have much free time during this period. With his usual job, there wasn't much for Mandela to do beside him except being a mascot, which was a pure waste of time.

Unlike an old guy like him, Mandela is still very young and has a lot of room for improvement.

At such a young age, he is already strong enough to make it difficult for the special forces captain, Horn, to deal with him. This is enough to show Mandela's talent. If he wastes his time like this, it will be a problem for him, as the owner, to train his pet.

"Master, just make your own decisions. I'm just saying this. You don't need to worry about me."

At this time, Mandela began to shirk responsibility. "I can't help the master because my ability is not enough. When I become more powerful than everyone else, the master will be able to take me out with dignity."

Mandela said this very seriously and forcefully. The small display of her skills in front of Igolin last night also proved that when Luo Hang was away, Mandela was working alone towards such a simple and somewhat rustic goal.

There was no social interaction, no entertainment, just her alone facing the empty training ground, boringly repeating the practice of her spells day after day, just like the embarrassed kitten who had escaped death once, with a heart full of resentment and longing for Aburana, who was able to persistently practice alone day and night in the gloomy and deserted cemetery, and grow to a level that surprised everyone, but this time her persistence and efforts had a new object.

Although she is said to be not very smart, perhaps it is this stubbornness that has made Mandela what she is today. This not-so-smartness that Luo Hang mentioned is actually the characteristic of his own kitten that he likes.

"Ha ha,"

Luo Hang also laughed heartily, "When that time comes, I will definitely dress up my Mandela beautifully and let everyone see my beloved and proud kitten."

Igolin, who was lying opposite the two of them, looked at the harmonious scene of the two smiling at each other, and suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

She had never been in a relationship before, so she didn't know what it felt like to be jealous. When she saw the farce between other couples, she just watched from the perspective of a bystander or tried to persuade them.

But now her feelings were especially clear.

She had given everything to Luo Hang, from her body to her dignity and future, but she saw some true feelings between Luo Hang and another cat.

This is probably the price of being a lover...

Igolin thought bitterly in his heart.

She had been fighting with that annoying stinky cat and had never really admitted defeat, but this time because of a man, she really felt hurt and depressed.

After being intimate with his kitten, Luo Hang turned around and saw Igolin, who looked a little depressed.

That's why he thinks that things that can be settled through material transactions are better. After all, talking about feelings is really tiring.

He and Miss Igolin didn't have any deep friendship now, well, on the spiritual and emotional level, it was just a simple transactional relationship. If Igolin couldn't get over this hurdle herself, he wouldn't have to feel any guilt or anything like that except regret.

However, as an excellent good man, ah, a good scumbag, he would not be stingy with a little comfort.

He hugged Igolin, who was lying in his arms, into his arms, kissed the hostess on the lips, and then looked into the hostess's eyes with a smile.

"Jealous?"

"Huh? No...Okay, I'm really jealous, and I need Mr. Luo Hang's kiss to get up."

As expected of a professional host, Igolin adjusted his expression quickly. He pouted, not knowing whether he was angry or asking for a kiss, and he looked lively and cute again.

"But didn't I just kiss you?"

"One more kiss please! Doesn't Mr. Luo Hang's Xiao Yi deserve one more kiss?"

Miss Igolin looked at him pitifully with her watery eyes.

"Um--"

He pretended to ponder, but Igolin in front of him suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, then said as if answering a question himself:

"Okay, Mr. Luo Hang's message has been received~"

He laughed for a moment.

“Why do I feel like I’m the one who’s at a loss?”

Miss Igolin blinked and looked at him innocently:

"So, do you want to kiss me back?"

"So did I lose or gain?"

This question did seem a bit confusing, but Miss Igolin's performance was a plus. At least she was very conscious and did not cause him any extra trouble.

He smiled and patted Igolin on the butt.

"Kiss, we'll wait until next time. Now, get up, my cats."

"Goo-"

Mandela was the first to grumble and release his neck, climbing out of the bed. He also released Miss Igolin's lingering body.

I have to say that the popular hostess, who is already a full adult, has a really great figure.

Igolin also obediently propped himself up on the bed, and then, with a pitiful look on his face, he supported his waist with his hands like an old man, and moved up on the bed little by little like a caterpillar, leaning against the headboard.

Luo Hang, who sat up immediately beside her, couldn't help laughing and simply reached out to help Miss Igolin who was in trouble.

"You need to exercise more in the future, Xiao Yi."

"Ah ha ha……"

Igolin smiled awkwardly.

My waist hurts, and even the slightest movement of my legs hurts! I don't feel anything when I'm lying down, but as soon as I exert the slightest bit of force, I realize my entire body feels like it's falling apart.

Is that kind of hard, high-intensity exercise?!

Why is Mandra, who is younger than me, not hurt at all? Is my physical fitness really that poor?

Miss Igolin was struck again.

Mandela, who was sitting on the other side of Luo Hang, also curled his lips.

"You're the one who wanted to be alone last night?"

Igolin felt a tightness in his chest and became even angrier.

"Okay, go get dressed, aren't you cold?"

Luo Hang patted Mandela's smooth back in amusement, and a crisp sound immediately rang out in the room.

It still works if the master speaks.

Mandela immediately said "Oh" obediently, then climbed up naked, jumped onto the carpet, and trotted towards the wardrobe with her tail wagging. Her ease and briskness made Igolin, who was leaning against the headboard of the bed, envious.

and also,

This stinky cat is still a brat indeed, and his figure is not at all attractive.