Chapter 197 The Cat that Becomes the Hero (10)

She raised her head slightly, and then met the eyes of the male protagonist who was lowering his eyes slightly.

The other person's hair seemed to be covered with a thin layer of light under the light. In the light and shadow, he was a little softer and a little less cold than usual. But the face still had an indifferent expression, the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids, and there seemed to be something cold in the pupils, "Don't move."

The curvature of the thin lips is a bit sharp, and the cold voice is as cold as the person himself.

Shen Mubai meowed, then sat obediently in the bathtub without moving.

Jiang Yiran withdrew his gaze, and then took out a light brown comb from the place where the supplies were placed behind him. His gaze was from high to low, but it did not give people an arrogant feeling, but the kind that really penetrated everything. I couldn't see the alienation in his eyes.

Stretching out his right hand holding the comb, the fingers with clear joints looked unusually white and slender. Jiang Yiran combed the cat's hair unhurriedly. When he saw a little stain printed on it, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Although the male protagonist's technique was unfamiliar, the intensity was just right. Shen Mubai couldn't help but let out a low meow, and stared straight at him with his green eyes.

Jiang Yiran combed for a while, then put the comb in the small basin behind him where the dirt was placed, and then started to fill the bathtub with warm water.

Those beautiful and slender hands began to splash water on Shen Mubai's body, put a little bath liquid into the water, and then applied it to the hair. Jiang Yiran maintained the paralyzed look on his face the whole time. If it weren't for his slightly frowned brows, he would have No one can see his emotions at this moment.

Being caressed by those hands, Shen Mubai couldn't help shrinking. Although he was now in the body of a cat, he felt ashamed just thinking about helping with bathing.

So she couldn't help but let out a small meow, her green eyes staring closely at the rippled water.

Eyes can escape, but feelings cannot.

Shen Mubai could clearly feel the slender hands washing from her neck to her body first, and then from her legs to her soft belly. She sat extremely stiffly in the bathtub, not daring to struggle, afraid of finally accepting herself. The male protagonist who enters the house will throw her out of the window.

The strength of the other party's kneading and washing was just right, but from the memory of this body, it was always the mistress who helped it bathe. After living with its little master, it would disappear from time to time, and in the end he would not go home at all, so there was no such thing as Jiang Yiran bathing it.

Shen Mubai was secretly glad that although the male protagonist was a novice, he wouldn't hurt her. By then, there would be no hope of survival.

But when the other party's hand slid to the tail, Shen Mubai still had the urge to bury himself, and his furry ears curled up slightly in shame.

The tail is a very sensitive part for cats, and a tingling feeling spread all over her body. She couldn't help but purr, and then curled up slightly.

Jiang Yiran seemed to be aware of her reaction, and paused slightly, but continued the movements in his hands. For a person with mild mysophobia, he has to wash until he feels clean.

Finally, half an hour later, Shen Mubai was freed. The foam on his body was thoroughly washed away, and then he was wrapped in a soft bath towel.

But the male protagonist kept a distance between her and him, and did not treat his cat as gently as other cat owners.