Cynthia’s Cat

When Cynthia wakes up and sees the fresh little daisies on the table when he goes downstairs, his mood will definitely improve, Leon's lips have a gentle smile.

Sometimes, Leon always felt that he was very clumsy. As long as he faced Miss Cynthia's problem, his language would become very scarce, his head would become less sensitive, and his body would dominate his consciousness in many cases.

Sitting in the living room, Leon looked very calm, tapping the keyboard with his fingertips, searching for the information he needed, but couldn't calm down in his heart. His mind was always paying attention to the movement on the second floor.

The sound of opening the door sounded, and the fingers that quickly tapped the keyboard gave a slight pause. Leon was a little nervous, and he began to think about it, is Miss Cynthia still angry? How did I explain the misunderstanding last night when I saw her? Will Miss Cynthia forgive him?

Leon's body became stiff. He heard Cynthia coming down from the stairs. Should he say hello first? If Miss Cynthia still ignores him, what should he do?

Down the spiral staircase from the second floor, Cynthia saw Leon sitting in the living room at a glance. The young man sat cross-legged on the blanket, his slender body leaned slightly, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard.

His black jacket was casually placed on the sky blue sofa. The color contrast was strong, but it didn't look abrupt. He was wearing a white shirt, because he was typing, his cuffs were slightly rolled up, and he looked very abstinent.

Where Cynthia was located, you could only see Leon's clean side face, nice nose tip, and slightly frowned brows. It might be a problem that Cynthia met. Cynthia couldn't help but look fascinated. Gradually, her eyes flashed. A trace of melancholy, such a clean boy does not belong to her.

Cynthia stayed on the stairs for a while. After recovering, she went directly to the kitchen and came to the kitchen. She saw a glass of milk on the table with a note on it, and it said, "I hope Miss Cynthia is happy today. One day", and a smiling face was drawn next to it.

When she touched the glass, she could feel the temperature on the glass. Cynthia was a little touched in her heart, but she was only moved. She had to restrain her emotions, or she would become even more embarrassed in the future.

Cynthia’s brows were stained with sadness, but some things were not something she could not force, and she didn’t like possessing things that belonged to others. This was the thing she had spurned the most, so she couldn’t let herself become the kind of person she used to hate .

Cynthia calmly put down the glass, she opened the refrigerator and took out the unopened milk carton, plugged in the straw, took a sip, it was so cold! ! !

Cynthia frowned slightly. Some things didn't seem to suit her and should be thrown away in time. She coldly threw the milk carton she had drunk into the trash can, and then calmly left the kitchen.

This time, Cynthia didn’t look at Leon again, and went back to the bedroom on the second floor along the stairs. Cynthia, who closed the door, jumped onto the bed, spreading her soft long hair, her eyes stared with no light. Ceiling, thinking about how to explain this incredible thing to Leon next.

If she responds to Leon's love, she becomes a thief stealing other people's things and must stop her feelings immediately.

Because her eyes were a bit dry, Cynthia covered her eyes with her hands. She was not the real "Cynthia", and Leon was not in love with her. Leon would fall in love with her, just treating her as the little girl who saved him.