I just want to be a regular writer

and so...

Kira Yoshikage believes that young people should be thankful that this is a vacation that Yoshikage Kira believes should be peaceful, not any day in the past or after.

"I just called his house and said it was coming this afternoon." Yoshihiro Kira poked his head out of the kitchen and said.

Jiliang Jiying nodded in response, and walked towards the kitchen.

He kicked something.

It's a sphere-under the action of external force, it rolls to the wall.

Yes...

An artificial eye.

There are two more chapters and the evening's more orz

So sleepy, I decided to sleep for two hours and get up to work.

3/4 is only half a chapter, I’ll do it again at night, sorry orz

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Chapter 011

Prosthetic eye?

Jiliang Jiying looked down at the billowing eyeball on the floor for a while, and kicked it lightly before it hit the wall and rolled back.

"What is it?" Yoshihiro Kira asked curiously—the artificial eye could not be seen from where he was.

Jiliang Jiying shook his head: "Nothing."

Ah, yes.

Since my father's curiosity is still strong, it is better to add one sentence: "It's something that will lose appetite after seeing it."

——Maybe it is good not to say.

Kira Yoshihiro was even more curious when he heard the words, stood still holding the spatula and hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the spatula to Kira Yoshikage and walked over.

Afterwards, he turned stiffly with a blue face: "I'll go to tidy up the living room, breakfast... eat later."

"Ok."

Look.

Clearly reminded.

Jiliang Jiying laughed, never intending to pick up the artificial eye.

Let's use your imagination~

The younger sister lost her eyes before she died her parents made an artificial eye for her the artificial eye was lost at the funeral this artificial eye was probably the one that was lost what kind of person would keep one in the body of the dead What about the artificial eye?Probably... someone who has a special "hobby"~

Well.

Jiliang Jiying curled her lips.

——He doesn't want to touch that kind of thing with his clean hands. Who knows what kind of thing has been used in the hands of someone with a special fetish?

The teenager in the bathroom was still cursing.

But maybe he didn't eat, and gradually, there was no sound.

"Meow!"

'Who is so noisy?!Want to be eaten?!'

The hairless cat jumped onto the cooking table bravely, raised its front legs and scratched its neck.

"Are you not going to go home?" Kira Yoshikage's cooking work kept on, and asked it with a smile.

"Meow~"

The hairless cat yawned lazily-"This man is really interesting. Isn't this my uncle's home?'

As he thought about it, the Hairless Cat knocked on the countertop:'It's time for dinner!'

Kira Yoshikage glanced at it.

There is a serious question here-

Before moving into Kira Yoshikage's house, the hairless cat had a very graceful posture, revealing nobleness and squeamishness from inside to outside.

And now.

Kira Yoshikage swept over its slightly rounded figure, plus there was no hair—"Do you know that the longer you are now, the more you look like a pig?" Kira Yoshikage reminded me kindly.

"Meow?"

The hairless cat blinked and ran off the cooking table.

Its posture was still agile, rushing to the full-length mirror at the entrance, and then - it let out a scream.

Going back to the kitchen with melancholy, the hairless cat lay down at the door seemingly very sad, and slapped its ears-'My uncle is going to lose weight'

"Eat." Kira Yoshikage smiled and put the canned cat in front of it.

The hairless cat has blown up.

It stared at Jiliang Jiying, with a pair of perfectly round eyes with disbelief and shock.

With a deep smile on Yoshikage Kira, he looked at the canned cat on the ground: "Meow~"

'lose weight!'

It patted the canned cat away with one paw, and lay firmly on the ground without moving.

Jiliang Jiying didn't care about it-look, the food has been given to it, if you don't eat it... it doesn't matter to him.

The hairless cat lay on the ground very spinelessly, raising one eye from time to time to look at the canned cat that was pushed into the corner by him, and then averted his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Jiliang Jiying sat at the table with breakfast.

He turned to look at the hairless cat at the door-everything was normal.

Look at the canned cat in the corner again-half less.