In the morning, half-dreaming and half-awake, Liu Yan felt as if she had a dream.
In the dream, there is a cat with snow-white fur, which spreads its pink meatball claws and shows its teeth and claws at himself.
She stretched out her hand and firmly grasped the nape of the cat's neck.
The cat, who was arrogant just now, was instantly obedient, with four little feet hanging in the air.
Meowing, soft.
The cat's white fur seems to be a little curly.
When she was about to touch it, the other party suddenly turned her head and bit her fiercely.
Then she woke up.
"Dream..."
Liu Yan stared at the snow-white roof and muttered.
White cat.
Curly.
neck...
She subconsciously raised her hand and looked.
This dream doesn't seem right...
Liu Yan simply got up and washed.
She went to see Baobao first.
Baobao is still sleeping.
