She raised her head slightly, and met the eyes of the male protagonist who was lowering his eyes slightly.
Under the light, the other party's hair seemed to be dazzled with a thin layer of light. Under the light and shadow, he was a little softer and less cold than usual. It's just that the expression on that face is still indifferent, the slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids, and there seems to be something cold in the pupil, "Don't move."
The curvature of the thin lips is a bit sharp, and the cold voice is as cold as the person himself.
Shen Mubai meowed, then sat obediently in the bathtub without moving.
Jiang Yiran withdrew his gaze, and then took down a light brown comb from the place where the supplies were placed behind him. His gaze was from high to low, but it didn't give people a feeling of arrogance, but that, anything really entered into it. The alienation in his eyes was gone.
Stretching out his right hand holding the comb, his bony fingers looked unusually white and slender. Jiang Yiran combed the hair of the cat sitting in the bathtub unhurriedly. Can't help frowning slightly.
Although the male protagonist's technique is unfamiliar, but the strength is just right, Shen Mubai couldn't help but meowed in a low voice, and stared straight at the past with his green eyes.
Jiang Yiran combed for a while, then put the comb into the small basin where the dirt was placed behind him, and then began to pour warm water into the bathtub.
The pair of beautiful and slender hands began to splash water on Shen Mubai's body, put a little bath liquid into the water, and then wiped it on the hair, Jiang Yiran maintained that paralyzed expression the whole time, if it weren't for the slightly frowned brows, any No one can see his emotions at the moment.
Being caressed by those hands, Shen Mubai couldn't help shivering, even though he is a cat's body now, he feels ashamed to help bathe or something.
So she couldn't help but let out a small meowing sound, and her emerald green eyes were fixed on the rippling water surface.
The eyes can escape, but the senses cannot.
Shen Mubai could clearly feel that those slender hands washed from her neck to her body first, and then from her legs to her soft stomach. She sat extremely stiffly in the bathtub, but she didn't dare to struggle, afraid that she would finally accept herself The male protagonist who enters the house will throw her out of the window.
The strength of the other party's rubbing and washing is just right, but from the memory of this body, it has always been the hostess who bathes it. And after living with the little master, he played and disappeared from time to time, and finally didn't go home at all, so there was no such thing as Jiang Yiran bathing it.
Shen Mubai secretly rejoiced that although the male lead is a novice, he would not cause her pain, and it would be hopeless for a cat to live by then.
But when the opponent's hand slipped to the tail, Shen Mubai still had the urge to bury himself, and his furry ears curled up slightly in shame.
The tail is a very sensitive part for cats, and the numb feeling spread all over her body. She couldn't help but let out a meow, and then curled up slightly.
Jiang Yiran seemed to have sensed her reaction, and he paused slightly, but continued with his movements. For a person who suffers from mild cleanliness, he has to wash until he thinks it is clean.
After half an hour finally passed, Shen Mubai was released, the foam on his body was thoroughly washed off, and then he was wrapped in a soft bath towel.
But the male protagonist kept her away from him, and didn't treat his cats as gently as other shit shovelers.
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