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In one breath, Ling Mao Er had drank all of the milk in the plate and was licking his lips stained with milk foam.

Mu Mu, who was sitting on the side, looked at the Siamese cat with favor and stroked the fur on its back with his hand.

Ling Mao Er felt that the petting was comfortable and couldn't help but arch his back. Shaking in excitement, he chased Mu Mu's hand back and forth with his tail high.

"Did you finish drinking?" Mu Mu took the excited Siamese cat to his bed. The cat laid on one side and allowed Mu Mu to hold its head with one hand and scratch its chin with another. It was obviously enjoying the treatment, as the vocal cords deep in its throat rumbled, sounding spoiled.

Ling Mao Er was so comfortable that every hair on his body stood on its end. The bed felt so soft, like cotton candy or clouds, that he couldn't help but want to roll on it, and his waist twisted into a variety of strange positions. Mu Mu used his fingers to draw a circle on top of Ling Mao Er's head to tease him. Ling Mao Er saw the fingers as a butterfly and used his front paws to pounce on it, but Mu Mu's fingers drew back, and the butterfly ran away.

The tingling sensation Ling Mao Er experienced before came surging back again, except stronger than in the daytime. It felt like aphrodisiac was in his blood vessels and nerves, because how else would he feel so itchy? He unintentionally emitted a kitten's soft cry which also made the listener feel tenderness and affection for him.

Mu Mu gently stroked the cat with a warm hand. If there was a slight sign of pulling away, the Siamese cat immediately grabbed Mu Mu's hand with two front paws and led him in its direction. With the peculiar behavior of a cat, the Siamese rubbed its cheeks on Mu Mu's fingertips, leaving the smell of ownership over the human.

Mu Mu lingered over the cat's chin for a moment, then with his fingers circling clockwise, he left traces of spiral marks on the fur of Siamese cat until he reached its small belly. He repeated the process again afterward.

Ling Mao Er was turned over and was lying on his back with his legs in the air. His hind legs were opened unobtrusively and his soft belly was exposed to Mu Mu.

Ling Mao Er's body was quietly changing. He raised his head with difficulty and discovered that his small red shaft was extended. Immediately, he flipped over and bent towards his waist to lick it. His barbed tongue slid over the sensitive organs and his body trembled, electrified.

From above, he heard a gentle chuckle, and Ling Mao Er froze as if he was struck with lightning.

God, what did he just do? First, he rolled around and begged shamelessly for a man he met for the first time to pet his face; next, he revealed his belly, the most delicate part of his body to said man; and now, he still dares to give himself oral in front of the man?

If he wasn't born with a black face (referring to the coloring of a Siamese cat), then right now, he would definitely have a red face.

Ling Mao Er desperately laid down on the bed and deeply buried his head in his paws. He thought that now, there was no meaning in life.

Mu Mu saw that the Siamese cat that was enjoying his petting was suddenly desolate and didn't understand what occurred.

"What happened to you?" Mu Mu asked. He used three fingers to pinch the back of Ling Mao Er's neck.

Leave me alone and let me die in shame, Ling Mao Er thought.

Mu Mu didn't understand, so he continued to rub Ling Mao Er, quickly and effortlessly attracting Ling Mao Er's attention. Ling Mao Er's posture remained unchanged, and a rumbling sound came from deep within his throat again.

Ling Mao Er purred for a long time before realizing that he was losing against his cat self. After battling with his inner cat, he smashed the pot to pieces because it was already cracked.*

*because it's cracked—write oneself off as hopeless and act recklessly, let things slide and refuse to remedy a wrong

Starting a new round of shamelessness, he turned over and hugged Mu Mu's arm with his limbs. His self-esteem could go to Hell. After all, its not like Mu Mu knew who he was.

He indulged and nibbled on Mu Mu's large knuckles. The smell from the man was so addictingly good that it made Ling Mao Er wonder if it was even possible for a man to smell that good.

Ling Mao Er unapologetically breathed in the scent of Mu Mu as his dignity befitting one of a royal, purebred cat was long thrown away. He was so desperate to hold onto Mu Mu that even his tail was rolled around him. This was strange as the scene was of an erotic cat sexually harassing an individual of a different species.

Mu Mu was relieved as he saw the cat return to its original behavior. He tolerated the cat's tight hugging as it was an expected behavior after spoiling the cat for so long.