Wang Jue has never felt this way since he was ten years old, and suddenly felt guilty after causing trouble.
The little milk cub was sobbing on his stomach in front of him, crying to the tip of his heart one after another, and overwhelming regrets overwhelmed him.
"It's over." Wang Jue didn't care about his roommates watching, knelt on the bed with one leg, and lay down next to the little milk cat, "Don't cry, don't cry, brother is teasing you, come on, I'll give you back this grass."
He scratched the little kitten's head with dried wormwood, but it had no effect at all. He was so happy just now when he smelled the smell of wormwood, but now he didn't respond when he touched his forehead. He looked really sad.
"Look." Qi Bo said from the side, "He is playing well, but you insist on talking about it, making it look like my wormwood is poisonous, I brought it back from the authentic Chinese medicine center, why- "
"Can you shut up right now?" Wang Jue turned his head and drove away Qi Bo, who was promoting the Chinese Medicine Center, then looked back at the small group of cats in front of him, and coaxed softly, "Hey, look up, You see, these wormwoods are all yours, get up and play, I will accompany you."
Wen Tuantuan drooped his little ears, crying to himself, as if he couldn't hear him, Wang Jue stretched out his fingers, and carefully lifted his little head up, and the nanny didn't resist, his chin rested softly on his fingertips, tears in his eyes Staring at him dimly, warm tears flowed down his hands, with a pitiful look of being bullied by him.
Wang Jue was almost heartbroken by it crying, sat up straight and held the petite ball close to his heart, while running his hands along its back to comfort him: "Baby, don't be so miserable. My heart is throbbing with you, you are so smart, don't play tricks with your brother, okay? We have to get along with each other in the future, right?"
Wen Tuantuan was young, and his emotions came and went quickly. Wang Jue coaxed him nicely. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also heard his pain and apology, and raised his head to greet him with a soft milky voice. With a meow, the little meat pad lightly patted on his chest, which meant that we are now reconciled.
"Baby, you can count on me." Wang Juexi raised his eyebrows, holding its claws and hitting himself continuously, "Come on, how to relieve your anger and greet you, it's okay to scratch the bleeding path."
Wen Tuantuan is only a little older, and his nails are very soft. After being dragged and beaten by him like this, without scratching his clothes, his delicate meat pads couldn't stand it.
"Meow!" Wen Tuantuan yelled twice, startling Wang Jue, and asked quickly, "What's the matter, are you still angry?"
Wen Tuantuan struggled to draw back his little paw, holding it up and not daring to drop it, whimpering, obviously in pain.
Wang Jue had never kept small animals before, so how could he understand these things? He thought the little milk cub was still angry with him, but Qi Bo couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded him: "The kitten's skin is tender, you just insisted on being beaten. It must have hurt the meat pad right now."
Wang Jue turned the paw of the little milk cub over, and the originally pink and tender pads were reddened, and his heart ached, and he blew gently on that place, and said with one breath: "Tang pain fly, pain pain fly, pain pain The pain flew away..."
This is the way the old man coaxed Wang Jue when he fell down when he was a child. He used it subconsciously, but he didn't expect the little milk cub to be quite useful. He squinted his eyes and meowed happily. It seemed that he was blown comfortably. Ryan was born.
Wang Jue took out the dried wormwood he had just snatched, and waved it in front of the cat's eyes: "Come on, I'll play with you."
The unique medicinal fragrance of wormwood rushed to the face, Wen Tuantuan wanted to pounce on it, raised his paws, and looked up at Wang Jue when it came, with a cute look that wanted to touch but dared not.
Wang Jue's heart was melted by the little eyes it relied on, and he couldn't help holding it up and kissing him: "So listen to me, it's okay, let's play, and I'll take a bath for you if it gets dirty."
"You're almost done." Qi Bo couldn't help interjecting, "It's still taking a bath, does it understand? Just the words you coaxed it just now, what baby, what pain... Gay is gay, let's smoke to death .”
After speaking, he started moxibustion again, and the smoke rose from the small iron pot attached to his stomach.
Wang Jue was attracted by this naive and spiritual kitten, so he didn't have time to fight with Qi Bo at the moment, so he put the dried wormwood on the kitten's forelimb, and put his other forelimb on it, Wen Tuantuan He tried rubbing the hay between his paws, and immediately raised his eyes timidly to see Wang Jue's reaction after rubbing.
Wang Jue's heart felt as if he had been slapped by a pink little meat pad. The love in his heart was indescribable, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising. He nodded encouragingly at Wen Tuantuan, and Wen Tuantuan felt relieved and bold Hugging the pinch of dry wormwood tightly, he threw his face up into Wang Jue's hands and was so happy that his four short furry legs kicked and kicked in the air, and his chubby body was driven to tremble.
Wang Jue's palms were a little itchy, but his heart was even more itchy. He looked at the innocent little milk cub with doting eyes, and said: "I like wormwood so much, so why don't I name you 'Ai', and I will call you Xiao Keai from now on. Just thinking about it makes my heart tremble."