Chapter 477

Even a dog would come back and stay at his door if it was thrown away. How could she not feel anything in the past four years?

There seemed to be something rubbing against his legs and feet. Blake looked down and found that the white cat he picked up was meowing at him. Walan's eyes were clear and looked at him innocently.

As soon as he loosened his fingers, Blake exhaled heavily again, bent down, picked up the cat, and put it on his lap.

In his study, no one was allowed to come in and disturb him. Even Winson was strictly controlled. Only the cat sneaked in silently.

Blake took a sip of its smooth fur and rubbed his head against his palm intimately, making a comfortable purring sound with a charming look on his face.

He snorted lightly and scratched the back of its neck. It was even more comfortable and flipped over to open its belly to him.

When he touched its belly, the cat suddenly became fierce, holding his hand and kicking and biting.

Blake pulled out his hand and watched