"It's so comfortable. Where is this?" This was Jack's first thought when he woke up.
"I'm not dead yet?"
"Hey, is anyone here?" Jack was about to shout but the next moment he was given a mouthful of saliva, but she felt suffocated. Only then did she notice that she was surrounded by warm liquid. "What kind of situation is this, a petri dish in a science fiction movie?"
"Well, never mind, I'm so sleepy. Let's sleep for a while before talking."
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When she woke up again, she finally had the energy to explore her surroundings. She was surrounded by warm flesh walls. Jack's brain was a little short-circuited, "This is..."
There was no need to answer, a suction force came to Jack through the narrow passage, fresh air was squeezed into his lungs, and a whimpering moan came from Jack's mouth. A warm and soft towel slowly brushed her body, and her body no longer felt wet, sticky, and uncomfortable. But "Don't rub it there." Jack heard a sound like a puppy whimpering from his own mouth, and his hair stood on end for a moment. Why? Because she was a cat in her last life.
"Last life?" A smile appeared on Jack's lips as he reminisced.