Xia Houqing's eyes instantly became clear. He looked at the calico cat playing crazily and his lips curled into a sinister smile.
Good!
Xia Houqing decisively attacked again. His movements were as fast as lightning as he extended his demonic claws at the cat.
He might as well strangle it to death.
He thought coldly, and a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes. His bright red sleeve turned his pupils red, as if blood were flowing in them.
The cat, on the other hand, had no sense of danger and was having a lot of fun.
"Meow~" The cat played with the beads for a while before running over to Xia Houqing. It leaned over and lovingly rubbed its face against the left side of Xia Houqing's flawless face.
The cat's face was fluffy, soft, and warm.
In the winter weather, it was as warm as a sleeve furnace.
The hand that had been about to strangle the cat stopped in midair and did not move for a long time.
