Chapter 4: His chest was very warm

  Wang Xiaohu blinked his reddened eyes: "What's it for? I can change, for you, I can change anything."

  He almost begged, repeating: "Don't leave me, don't break up with me."

  "I don't like you this way." The cat paused for a moment, exhaled white air, as if making a very big decision. "I don't like men who, after being rejected, refuse to accept reality and instead choose to pester and harass."

  "I dislike men who are more garrulous than women, speaking without thinking and spouting nonsense like trash."

  "Finally, I don't like it when a man gets dumped and still has no dignity to ask someone else not to break up with him, even crying."

  "You just don't like me..." Wang Xiaohu seemed to understand something, his eyes reddening as he spoke hoarsely, "Never have."

  White mist dissipated in the air, and the cold wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

  Her fluffy hair danced in the wind, hitting her cheeks. She blinked her moist eyes: "You guessed it right. I'm bored, that's why I'm with you. But now, you've annoyed me to death!"

  "I won't bother you again." Wang Xiaohu didn't look at her again, turned his head and left. Soon, his figure disappeared into the hazy night.

  "Are you satisfied?" The cat raised its face and asked softly. Its bright red eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears at any moment.

  On a long night, she walked alone along the streetlights, and the warm yellow light poked holes in the darkness one by one.

  The sky is getting darker, the cold wind is howling, a tin can is blown by the wind and runs around everywhere, making a clanging sound. The small shop has no one inside, but the lights are on, and the TV only shows snowflakes, crackling away.

  The cat is hugging its arms and standing in the dark.

  Suddenly, something cool fell down and landed on her neck. She reached out with her hand to touch it, but it turned into water.

  She raised her head in a daze, one piece, two pieces... More and more snowflakes fell from the end of the sky, like white flower petals dancing.

  She forgot how long she had been standing in the dark night, only feeling that the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the streets were gradually covered with soft white. And she didn't know where she could stay.

  Then she saw a familiar figure walking towards her from afar.

  A figure slowly approached her, wearing a light gray down jacket that was puffed up by the wind.

  He stopped his footsteps under the warm yellow streetlights, the dancing snowflakes flew quietly in the light and then gently fell on his flaxen hair.

  The cat rubbed its eyes, thinking it was just an illusion, but he was so real, standing right in front of him.

  Wei Chi gazed at her hiding in the darkness, suddenly opening his arms, with a slightly upturned mouth corner, revealing a long-lost smile, as if sunlight had suddenly pierced through thick clouds, warm and dazzling.

  The cat saw his movements and couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

  She burst from darkness into light, and flung herself into his arms, clinging tightly to him, her face pressed against his chest.

  His chest was very warm.

  Wei Chi also hugged her, opening his down jacket to let her hide inside, his chin rubbing against her soft and cool hair, ticklish.

  Suddenly, he felt the shirt in front of his chest was wet, he was stunned for a moment, his nose was also slightly sour, and he couldn't help but hold her tighter. The white mist that came out of his mouth quietly dispersed into the black night.

  "Dummy... I'm already holding you, what more do you want."