Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1951 Tribulation (25)

The land old man was really worried about her.

It was obviously for her own good, but in the end, her kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

He was in a dilemma, and he couldn't help.

Difficult, difficult, too difficult!

He leaned on crutches and beat the ground.

"Damn girl, disobedient!"

he cursed.

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Putting on a red cloak, the fox demon returned to the dilapidated thatched hut.

The thatched hut was silent, and the wind blowing down from the mountain was still blowing endlessly.

The thatched hut has no door, and the strong wind just blows in, making the whole room very cold.

It was chilly and icy cold.

The candles had already been blown out, and the room was pitch-black, empty and silent, a little too quiet.

She entered the room and looked at the bed for the first time.

The boy on the bed closed his eyes, still maintaining the posture when she left.

Quiet, breathing very lightly.

So light it's almost inaudible.

Like a kitten, with white cheeks and long eyelashes.

Very soft and nice.

Like sweet cotton candy.

Sweet inside and out.

The fox demon stood beside the bed, watching him quietly for a while.

Then, he turned around and looked at the door with no cover.

The wind blows from there, facing the bed, even if it is covered with a quilt, it is always cold.

She watches, casts spells.

Quietly, a new door was installed.

After the door is closed, block the outside wind.

The sound of the wind died down immediately.

The room was even more silent.

The fox demon looked around the room again.

After thinking about it, I added a brand new table and cabinet.

On the table, there are also silver coins.

The old man said that he did not accept other people's charity, but somehow appeared at home...

He will never refuse.

If it doesn't work, she can think of a way to stop him and let him accept these new things.

So, he shouldn't...

Keep these things out of your mind, right?

The fox demon turned around, and his eyes fell on the thin boy on the bed.

Tap with your fingertips, thinking for a moment.

Then, the figure changed.

It turned into a beautiful and fluffy big fox, and stepped on the side of the bed.

Flick the tail, the movement is very light.

Be careful not to wake him up.

He wanted to just lie down and sleep next to him, but the boy suddenly moved.

Pulling it directly, he pulled it into his arms.

Hugging tightly, hugging harder.

"... ouch?"

It startled, thinking he was awake.

But he seemed to just feel it, so he hugged it out of habit.

Hugging her tightly, a little cold face rubbed against her.

With eyes closed, he murmured softly.

"Little raccoon... don't leave..."

The fox secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The body relaxed and leaned quietly in his arms.

With a flick of the big tail that was covered under the quilt, it also rested on his body.

Pointy ears drooped down, eyes closed.

Also humming softly.

"Ugh..."

It's also sleepy.

To sleep.

The boy held it and did not move for a long time.

A long, long time has passed.

The fox in his arms also fell asleep.

Obediently, in his arms.

He opened his eyes slowly.

The fundus of the eyes is clear.

No sleepiness.

It was pitch black, extremely quiet.

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The next day.

The fox was awakened by the very fragrant roast chicken smell.

She was still sleepy, but her nose had woken up first.

I can't stop sniffing and attracting it.

Before it even opened its eyes, it had already staggered and stood up.

Yawning, looking for taste.

Go forward slowly.

Then, he was hugged by a pair of hands.

(End of this chapter)