She has a cat. Round face, round cheeks, six kilograms, and can step on homework books.
Cats can transform. After the transformation, he was a young man with cream-blond hair, golden-green vertical pupils, and he was confident in protecting his shortcomings.
When she was six years old, Xiangxiang used New Year's money to save a dying milk cat on a rainy night. She didn't know that what she picked up was the last bloodline of the ancient Bright Light Beast.
The turbid shadow struck at night, and the young man stood in front of her: "This is my human."
She protected the cat behind her: "This is my cat! No one is allowed to touch it!"
He protects her and she protects him. He was the life she had saved, and she was the light he kept.
Until the man in the white shirt called his name with a smile——
"Xiaodeng, long time no see."
It turns out that this lamp has been targeted for a long time.
