The sunset shook golden light, and stars sprinkled on the carefully arranged dining table, on the hearty dinner, and on the black cat tied to the cat chains.

After cooking, the chef finally picked up the black cat and placed it in front of the tableware opposite the main seat.

The black cat screamed and expressed his gratitude and prepared to have a meal. As soon as he lowered his head, he was blocked by a fork.

"Meow." protested.

"Meow..." predicts that he is about to get angry.

"Meow, Meow, Meow!" Warned the other party that he was about to get angry.

Ansbilis gently coaxed, "If you become a human, you will be given food."

The black cat's forelimbs fell down, and suddenly a very broken tremor sound came out of his throat: "Meow... Meow... Meow..." The sound combined with the □□ and the call for help, which was particularly *.

Ansbilis stood up, took the cat chain, and slowly tied it up, not caring about the wounds of all lengths that had been added and disappeared on his wrist, and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to eat with me, I have to eat with my baby."

The black cat looked up at him suspiciously.

Ansbilis smiled and said, "Of course my baby is still you."

A bad premonition flashed through the black cat's heart. Sure enough, Ansbilis walked out of the bedroom with Osia in his arms, sat down in the main seat, gently pushed away the golden bangs on Osia's forehead, held up his chin, and printed kisses on his lips that were so gentle and lingering to the extreme;.

But during the kiss, his eyes were blinking at the black cat on the table.

The black cat also looked at him without blinking.

As time passed, the confidence and warmth in Ansbilis's eyes finally faded away - a sign of his patience.

Ansbilis's mouth had a nearly malicious and sarcastic smile. His hand, which was holding Osia's neck, slowly slid down, slipped into the collar, rubbed his thumb against his collarbone, and stayed on the buttons of his shirt. His eyes gradually became deeper, and his fingers gently tweaked, and the button jumped out of the gap, and the slightly open collar exposed a corner of his skin.

The passionate and passionate scenes surged from my mind, forming coherent actions, awakening his desires, making him forget his original purpose, and indulge in the sweetness of dating his lover's skin.

He raised Osia's chin with his fingers, his lips imprinted on the slightly convex Adam's apple, and went all the way down.

"Meow!" The black cat screamed, and his body suddenly became bigger and he threw himself on the table.

Ansbilis's eyes lit up and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but his slender and fair body shrank back like a phantom in the next second, returning to the black cat's appearance. If it weren't for the clear stamping left on the pizza, it would have almost made people suspect that the moment was his illusion.

Ansbilis's heart suddenly shrank, and he quickly put down Osia, untied the cat chain, and investigated the black cat's breath.

The black cat's eyelids trembled slightly, revealing a gap.

"Where is uncomfortable?" Ansbilis restrained his nervous trembling fingers and gently stroked its back.

The black cat curled up its limbs and closed its eyes.

"Don't close your eyes!" Ansbilis yelled out of control.

The black cat was startled and opened his eyes weakly.

Ansbilis suddenly rushed out of the room, and the door was knocked and banged.

Huh?

Black cat's eyes wide open. Has it been too much?

It lay on the table with its head slightly raised, and its eyes drippingly looking at the movement outside. After a while, the sound of pushing the door sounded, and it tilted its head and fell on the table to pretend to be dead.

Although it reacted quickly, it did not pass through Ainsbilis's eyes.

The last trace of anger left in his chest also faded away, and his anger surged again. He walked to the black cat and pulled open the chair and sat down.

There was a bang in the living room.

A gust of wind blew up the curtains and pushed down a small flower pot by the window. The fake flowers fell out of the pot, and colorful gravel spread all over the floor.

The black cat bounced its body, bent its limbs, fell down, and made a faint cry. If it hadn't seen its previous lively performance, Ansbilis would have felt so distressed and guilty.

Now--

He was still at a loss and didn't know how to punish this cunning little thing!

"I saw reads;." Ansbilis said.

The black cat's eyes turned, lowered his head, and his glass bead-like eyes kept sneaking at him.

Ansbilis turned around and walked to the living room, bent down to pick up the flower pot, held the fake flowers, and put the gravel into the pot one by one. When he picked up the last one, his mood had calmed down a lot. He took the flower pot to the dining table and placed the flower pot in front of the black cat: "I don't want to talk to me."

The black cat closes his eyes and pretends to be dead.

He raised his hand, stopped his fingers two inches away from the cat's hair, followed the curve of his body, slowly "stroke" his tail, then retracted his hand and turned into the bedroom.

The black cat suddenly turned over and sat up, looked at the open door in the bedroom, and then looked at Osia by the table. She wagged her tail, jumped to the pizza, and began to eat gracefully.

Ansbilis, who was lying in the bedroom, didn't want to hear anything outside. Without seeing the black cat's guilty and disappointed figure, he knew that the next development was definitely not what he liked. Sure enough, he heard the twitching plates.

It tastes so delicious.

Ansbilis thought hatefully.

Sea shrimp must be very suitable for your appetite?

There is still a sound of drinking water. Are you savoring fish soup?

I am really kind without adding ingredients to the fish soup!

Ansbilis rolled over and looked at the small window on the wall, which also had a pot of fake flowers on it.

It is said that it is a violet flower, small, tender and gorgeous, and looks vibrant against the background of green leaves.

Osia likes to take care of flowers and plants. For a while, he even walked around wearing a garland, ignoring the surprised eyes of others. He always does his own way.

But for Ansbilis at that time, it was simply provocative to those who liked him, despise the flowers and plants, which was condemnation! Contempt! Contempt!

So he took the madmen of Maikawi to sweep Gangro's territory.

Seeing Osia jumping up and down the battlefield with his descendants, not even caring about the garlands above his head, he was proud.

He felt that his position in the mind of Europe was consolidated.

later.

He lost Osia, completely.

Extreme pain and loss defeated his pride and forced him to re-learning a course called "Respect", but not including planting flowers and grass. If it weren't for Mession's care, his garden would never have had plants like roses, and there would not be a single leaf. In his opinion, it was purely a cause of trouble.

The Red Sea cabin does not have Mession, so when decorating it, he tried his best to use fake flowers to embellish it. Except for not watering, it is no different from real flowers.

Ansbilis was moved by his good deeds and was angry at Osia's indifference!

A conscienceless guy!

He suddenly grabbed the pot of the fake flower and threw it out.

After eating and drinking, the black cat, who carefully cared for the cat's hair, raised his head, watched the fake flower draw an arc in the air, flew over from above, and yawned reads in a leisurely manner;.

I can't sleep in the bedroom tonight.

The sofa in the living room is nice.

Ansbilis was so angry that he felt very cowardly that he decided to unilaterally end the cold war initiated by himself. Because he realized that for the Black Cat, his love might be his unscrupulous one.

In this case, why do you have to fulfill it?

Ansbilis raised his lips mockingly.

It seems that I have been a good person for too long, and I have forgotten my true colors. It is time to remind it appropriately.

He strode out of the bedroom and was stunned.

Osia, who was placed by the dining table yesterday, sat expressionlessly, but there was another Osia's lively back in the kitchen.

He took his steps lightly and walked slowly to the kitchen, fearing that he would disturb him, and fear that he had not woken up from his dream. It was not until Osia picked up the spatula and placed it on the stove, making a crisp sound that he woke up as if he had just started to dream, and suddenly pounced on him, hugged Osia from behind, and bit her tenderly against her white neck.

The familiar smell of blood splattered out of the wound and flowed into the lips and teeth. The satisfaction of the lover's blood and his own saliva made Ansbilis unable to help but let out a satisfied moan.

Osia's face changed, she chuckled randomly, raised her hand and touched the back of his head: "You have compressed my transformation time."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an extra black cat in Ansbilis's arms.

Ansbilis: "…"

The black cat yawned lazily, flicked his tail and fell asleep.

Ansbilis pushed it.

The black cat didn't move.

"…hey." Ansbilis said suspiciously, "Is it pretending again?"

The black cat relaxes its limbs, tilts its head, and becomes unconscious.

Ansbilis continued to shake it unwillingly: "At least, finish my breakfast."

...

"Wake up."

It was another three meals a day cooked by Chef Mikawi.

The food was very rich. The breakfast was nutritious milk and seafood sandwiches. The lunch was mainly lobster and delicious clam soup. The dinner was grilled fish and curry crab. It was all about the black cat's appetite. It made its stomach round and its digestion was shaking its head and looking unsatisfied.

On the other hand, the chef himself has not looked very good since the morning. He seemed to have just come out of the coal yard and his whole body was covered in black. Even the carbon dioxide he vomited turned into waves of black fog. At night, it merged with the night, with only those eyes, even without lighting the lights, staring at the black cat's every move without blinking.
To be continued...