Only then did a certain cheap dragon regain some balance in his heart.
"Meow-"
And at this moment, a soft cat meow sounded under the wine table.
Ling Luo lowered her head and saw an extremely cute cat, rubbing against her legs. It raised its round head and stared at her with a pair of big eyes, as if seeking pity.
She likes cats best.
Being rubbed like this, Ling Luo felt that her heart was about to melt.
She picked up a few pieces of beef and put them to the little cat's mouth. Then she stretched out a hand and gently touched its round head to smooth its fur.
The little cat purred comfortably while eating the meat.
An extremely gentle smile hung on Ling Luo's lips, and she pinched a few more pieces of meat, her eyes squinting together.
On the other side of the table, Prison's eyes turned green!
This is simply racial discrimination!
Why didn't she use such a gentle expression to pinch his meat, touch his head, and smooth his hair... Well, he actually has no hair.
But he didn't mind at all when she helped him repair the dragon's whiskers, polish the scales and so on.
"Xiao Luo——" A certain dragon's voice was somewhat resentful.
"Huh?" Ling Luo dealt with it absentmindedly, without even looking at him, just touching the cat.
Hell gritted his teeth, women really like the new and hate the old.
A mortal little cat can defeat him. Is this really justified?
"I also want to..."
"Ah? What do you want too? Two more jars of wine?"
Ling Luo turned around and suddenly found that the prison on the chair opposite had disappeared and was replaced by a beautiful black cat.
The cat's fur was extremely smooth, with a blue ribbon around its neck tied into a beautiful knot, and its eyes were bright red.
This cat - at first glance, he looks very noble!
A black aristocratic cat.
Ling Luo's gaze was instantly attracted.
There was a look of meanness in Black Cat's red eyes. He jumped onto the table with a light jump, then touched Ling Luo's hand and nudged her with his head.
Ling Luo laughed out loud, stretched out her hand, and petted the black cat's fur.
"It's so cute." The soft touch on her hand made her sigh, "I like it so much."
Cats are inherently defenseless.
The corners of Black Cat's lips curved into a standard mean smile.
The corners of Ling Luo's eyes flashed fiercely. This smile looked so familiar.
"Prison?" she asked tentatively.
The black cat raised its paws, held up a small meat mat, and patted Ling Luo's face affectionately.
Ling Luo smiled: "You are really good at playing tricks."
She reached out her hand and gently touched his cute triangular ears.
"Humph, I see you as pitiful, so I'll satisfy you for the time being." A certain bitch dragon was enjoying the pleasure of being touched with a contented look on his face, while acting arrogantly.
How could Ling Luo not see through it and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Lord Dragon King, you are so kind."
"Hehe, it's good that you know." Black Cat assumed the posture of an uncle, turned over, with all four legs in the air, "Xiaoluo, give me a massage quickly."
"..." This guy's face is really thick-skinned.
But - petting cats is the most loving thing.
Ling Luo stretched out her hand and gently stroked the furry and soft belly of the black cat transformed from the prison, smoothing its fur over and over again.