C1124 First Generation 22

He spent two small whiskers on Ji Rao's face. After he finished painting, he looked at his masterpiece and smiled.

Ji Xiao put his brush aside and sat on the couch to watch Ji Rao.

Ji Rao's hair had been completely disheveled from the beating. Now, that strand of hair was peacefully hanging in front of his face. He stretched out his hand and suddenly saw Ji Rao frown as if he was very uneasy