Chapter 1938 robbery (12)
Gently touched his hand.
"Zhiwu~"
Soft and soft, a little delicate.
And warm fur, touching him.
Rubbing on the skin, it was fluffy and itchy.
Itches so much that my heart trembles.
Tell him to retract his hands, and slowly raised his head from the thin arms.
The black and moist eyes, with slightly confused eyes, are as clean as a deer in the forest.
Very beautiful, very clear and pure.
Little slap-sized face, very thin, no flesh.
Only those eyes, very dark, moist, and beautiful.
Slightly drooping arc, drooping eyelashes.
Trembling slightly, like a light butterfly, trembling only to the tip of a person's heart.
Makes the heart weak.
He looked at the fiery red fox standing in front of him, and was taken aback for a moment.
Moist black eyes stared at it fixedly, motionless.
It seems that you can't even hear the sound outside, and there is only its reflection in the beautiful and soft eyeballs.
Even breathing eased a bit.
"you…"
The fiery red and beautiful fox in front of him raised its paws and gently rested on the back of his hand.
Tilted his head slightly and let out a groan.
Softly, and a little delicate.
It seems to be comforting him, don't be sad.
Warm and caring.
The little boy stared at it quietly, his eyes moving slightly.
pursed his lips, and moved his little finger.
The lips are a little dry, and the cheeks are a little pale.
He didn't blink his eyes, just stared at it.
not talking.
Then, out of nowhere, he began to sniff.
In the eyes, gradually, a mist appeared.
Eye sockets turned red for a moment.
Red and soft, the tip of the nose is also red.
It seems that I am about to cry.
Teardrops hung on the wet eyelashes, and they were about to fall down.
fell down, rattled.
broke out completely.
The fiery red fox was startled, "Squeak?"
Its soft little meat pad landed on the back of his hand, and it stopped, feeling a little helpless.
"Zhiwu~"
Don't cry...
It withdrew its claws and was about to do something.
But didn’t think—
The boy caught it immediately.
hugged it, and buried its small face in its neck.
Holding tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
There was a small whimpering sound, whining.
Very soft and milky.
There was warm dampness spreading, wet its hair.
The whimpering sound is uncontrollable grievance.
Grieved to the point of exploding.
Grieved to the point of crying dry tears on it.
The fiery red fox stopped for a moment.
"Squeak..."
It has a big fluffy tail hanging down, and it doesn't struggle.
Only gently, somewhat gently, leaned on his body.
Rubbing lightly, already showing comfort.
The little boy sobbed and hugged him even tighter.
I can't wait to hold it in my arms, and bury my whole face in its hair.
Tears are falling, as if you don't want money.
Keep crying, keep crying.
It seems that I have suffered a great grievance, and I want to vent it completely.
The fiery red fox let out a soft cry, and rested its big tail on his lap quietly.
He kept hugging, hugging, and hugging.
Crying like a tearful man.
Sputtering, the already hoarse voice was even more dry.
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows.
The fox seemed to sigh slightly, and its fluffy head gently rubbed against him.
Quietly, give him comfort.
"Squeak..."
Don't be afraid, in the future...
I'm here.
(end of this chapter)