The stray cat I picked up kept me under me every night.
This is a story about a three-hundred-year-old prince of the cat tribe who was injured in a fight and was picked up by a shit shoveler (shou).
"Xiao Bai, you sleep from dawn to dusk, and you need to eat something even if you rest in bed."
The young man's eyes were sincere, as if he was really worried about his body.
Forget it. Bai Mu leaned forward and sniffed it to save his dignity. Just as he was about to stick out his tongue and lick it, the boy suddenly took away the biscuit and kissed it.
The young man's lips were soft and unguarded, but Bai Mu's heart exploded.
The dignified prince kissed someone rashly, he was still a man, how unbecoming he was!
Bai Mu hurriedly put his paws on the boy's face, trying to remind him that men should not kiss each other, and to pay attention to social distance.
[Making nonsense, writing for fun, please proceed with caution]
Mission: A wise man does not fall in love and builds a beautiful China.