Wtf? Do you think of me as a cat?
I walked foolishly to the front of the ball of yarn, stretched out a claw and fiddled with it for a moment, and then started to scream because of the subtle touch.
"Do you like it? Although it was originally used to make sweaters, it shouldn''t be used anymore, so let''s play with you. Don''t make a noise next time."
For a moment, Jasmine''s voice seemed to become a little lonely, but soon she returned to her cold and expressionless look and was sitting at the table.
Yiyi? Can Jasmine still wear sweaters? What did she mean just now?
I felt a headache, but I didn''t know what to do, so I just played with the yarn ball as she expected.
Hey hey, it''s really fun.
The final outcome of the plan to evacuate early but was entangled by various things was of course - I naturally got on the next door to Jasmine''s bed...
"Okay, this is your temporary nest."
Unlike the unfolding I imagined that the girl''s high school student took the initiative to hold her, Jasmine found a cardboard box and put a towel and sheet in it, as if she was planning to use it as my temporary residence.
To be honest, this space is both warm and warm for dogs, but as a human being, I can’t help but frown when I see such a simple living environment.
It was 10 o''clock in the evening. As a high school student, she could go to bed early, Jasmine changed into her pajamas and had a few chunks of hair on her head because she didn''t blow well. However, she didn''t seem to care, but just looked at me calmly.
Facing her beautiful eyes that were as shiny as obsidian, I couldn''t help but have a little bit of my heartbeat.
I have been abstinent for so long. At this moment, Molly''s charming female body is next to me, but I can''t do anything. This is too miserable!
"Good night, since I''m not your master, you''d better go back early by smelling the master."
She muttered to me and started turning off the lights.
But what she called good night was unexpectedly similar to a high school student of this age.
It’s not the intention of going to bed. When chatting with friends, it’s very likely that you will say good night to the other party.
In the quilt, I secretly looked towards Jasmine. She was leaning against the bedside to play with her mobile phone. In the dark space, only her slightly bright and beautiful face illuminated by the light of the mobile phone was particularly charming.
Ah, it''s so good. I can still play with my phone. Now I''m a dog, it''s extremely inconvenient for me to play with my phone.
I sighed and then retracted to my small space.
Ah, I also want to play with my phone and computer, and I will go home tomorrow.
After a hawkish fight, I decided a little about what I had to prepare next, that is, I could take advantage of the end of the National Day holiday and start to apply medicine.
I don’t know if it’s because I became a dog, my body is exhausted very quickly. As long as I shrink my body a little in the darkness, I feel that my consciousness is getting farther and farther away.
It seems that the physiological clock of animals is indeed a little different from that of humans. When I woke up the next day, it was only 6 o''clock.
Generally speaking, high school students wake up after 8 o''clock when they are not in class. Because they do not have enough sleep, they will slightly extend the time to wake up without stress.
Because of this, when I climbed out of the cardboard box, I could appreciate the long-lost jasmine sleeping face.
She was indeed very charming, like a sleeping beauty, stretching out her slender and tender hands and feet from the quilt, lying on her side in a posture like a sculpture of an artwork, with her short hair covering her face, which had a messy beauty. Her tightly closed eyes had long eyelashes, and her quiet face made people unable to bear to disturb her sleep.
Jasmine is also very tired.
At least I secretly observed her yesterday, which can be regarded as completing the task of obtaining intelligence. This time I can be said to have returned home with a full load.