The pet cat in your heart, every day you walk past the windowsill, will bring you a glass of water, neither lukewarm nor hot. Then you looked at me for a while, then turned and left. The paw prints are like plum blossoms falling on rice paper, except for the silent opening, there is only tenderness. You just look at me like this, you under the warm sun, show me all the shadows you have accumulated, maybe to please me, and you make a baseless complaint. I like you to be quiet....

I like that you are silent, as if you disappeared

The corners of your mouth are slightly upturned, hopelessly sexy!

Even if you are tired, your face is always smiling

Put aside the busyness of the day, stretch, and move the snoring from the left to the right with confidence