C63 Dragon-playing

In his memory, there was a slim and warm hand gently stroking his head while he slept soundly. The owner of the voice called out repeatedly, Little He ? Little He. You lazy cat.

The sun was warm and warm, and he refused to wake up from his nap even after letting his master shove him a few times and acting coquettishly in his drowsiness. From the sun-heated windowsill