A short story about a lazy cat and the cold moon.
He has peach blossom eyes, which are long and slightly curved at the end. The eyes are watery, with a slight blush around them. The eyes are shaped like peach blossoms, with long eyelashes and slightly upward curling at the end of the eyes.
When he smiled, his eyes were smiling and narrowed into two crescent moons, very charming.
"I won't try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me."
"He has lost the cold moon and the blazing sun in this life."
Why do I think he likes me?
"Maybe the way he looked at me at that time was not really innocent."
Purpose: live a good life