Cynthia’s Cat

Miles knocked on the door of Cynthia’s room, in his voice, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Has the little guy got up? Breakfast is ready."

After waiting for a while, the door opened from the inside and saw a pale girl standing in the doorway. Miles thought with regret, why his face was so bad.

"Little guy, what's the matter with you, isn't it uncomfortable?"

The girl's lips were pale and looked a little sick. Is it a cold? Miles reached out to touch whether the temperature of Cynthia's forehead was normal, but Cynthia dodged him.

Cynthia said coldly, "It's okay! Let's go downstairs."

Cynthia seemed to have not seen the stunned look on Miles's face, passing by indifferently with Miles, his hands still floating in the air. Miles chuckled indifferently at the corner of his mouth. He was a really arrogant little guy. It would blow up when touched, but it was really cute.

After Miles went downstairs, she saw that Cynthia was already seated. She picked up the bread on the table and gnawed at it. At this time, she looked soft and docile like a kitten. He still remembered the first time he saw the girl, her eyes flashed with a cold breath, she looked like a trapped little wolf pup, whoever wanted to step forward, she would stretch out her claws to kill and threaten her. People.

Cynthia looked weirdly at the man standing next to him who was smiling at her. She was a little confused about this man's behavior. It was obvious that they didn't know each other before, and they were so kind to her. What is the purpose!

Cynthia concealed the doubts in her heart and calmly said, "Don't you eat breakfast?"

Miles looked at Cynthia tenderly, "Little guy, I have already eaten it. After you finish breakfast, I will take you out."

Cynthia glanced at Miles and nodded, "Okay." After speaking, he continued to silently eat the food in his hand, not much interested in going out.

Miles didn't care about Cynthia's indifference, he sat opposite Cynthia and looked at her tenderly, his eyes very doting.

"Little guy, so good!!!"

Cynthia's brows frowned slightly. She didn't like the way Miles kept looking at her and the spoiling tone. This man was not so easy to deal with. He deliberately pretended to be hypocritical and approached her to gain her favor. What does he want from her?

After breakfast, Miles habitually took away the plate and glass bottle in front of Cynthia, and said to Cynthia sitting in the seat: "Little guy, you go back to the bedroom and change your clothes first, and wait for me. Pack these up and then go out, okay!"

When Cynthia returned to the bedroom, she saw new clothes on the cabinet, and a small note beside it. It said, "Little guy, this is the clothes for going out."

Finally, a big smiling face was drawn on it, just like Miles's smiling face.

Cynthia looked at herself in the mirror. There was an expressionless face in the mirror. Both the man in black and Lilith knew their looks. Cynthia picked up the scissors and directly cut off the long hair that had been left for many years.

When Cynthia appeared in front of Miles again, the little guy went from a girl who was more delicate than a doll to a boy with cool eyes and handsome temperament.

The broken hair on the forehead weakened the girl's cold eyes, and it was so beautiful that she could not look away. If the little guy is really a boy, she will become a man who makes women crazy and fascinated in five years at most.