Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The old land man was really worried about her.

It was obviously for her own good, but in the end, his good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

He was in a dilemma and couldn't help no matter how hard he tried.

It’s difficult, it’s difficult, it’s too difficult!

He leaned on crutches and pounded the ground.

"Damn girl, disobedient!"

he cursed.

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The fox demon wore a red cloak and returned to the shabby thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage was silent, and the wind blowing down from the mountain was still blowing non-stop.

There was no door to the thatched house, so the strong wind blew in, making the whole room cold.

Chilling, freezing cold.

The candles had long been blown out, and the room was dark, empty and silent, a little too quiet.

She entered the house and looked at the bed first.

The boy on the bed closed his eyes and still maintained the same posture as when she left.

Quietly, breathing very softly.

So soft it's almost inaudible.

Like a kitten, her cheeks are white and her eyelashes are long.

Very soft and pretty.

Like sweet marshmallows.

It's sweet inside and out.

The fox demon stood beside the bed and looked at him quietly for a while.

Then, he turned around and looked at the unobstructed door.

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

She watched, casting spells.

A new door was installed quietly.

After the door was closed, it blocked the wind outside.

The sound of the wind suddenly died down.

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.

There is also money on the table.

The old man from the land said that he did not accept charity from others, but he appeared at home inexplicably...

He will never refuse.

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

Therefore, he should not...

Keep these things out?

The fox demon turned around and his eyes fell on the thin young man on the bed.

He tapped his fingertips and thought for a moment.

Then, the figure changed.

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

The tail flicks very gently.

Carefully, not wanting to wake him.

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

He pulled it directly into his arms.

Hug him tightly, and hold him harder.

"...ouch?"

It started, thinking he was awake.

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

He hugged her tightly and rubbed his cold little face against hers.

He closed his eyes and murmured softly.

"Little raccoon dog... you are not allowed to leave..."

The fox secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her body relaxed and she leaned quietly in his arms.

The big tail that was covered under the quilt swung and rested on him.

The pointed ears drooped and his eyes closed.

Also hum softly.

"Woo..."

It's also sleepy.

To sleep.

The young man held it and didn't move for a long time.

A long, long time passed.

The fox in his arms also fell asleep.

Obediently, in his arms.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and clear.

No sleepiness at all.

It was pitch black and very quiet.

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The next day.

The fox was awakened by the smell of roasted chicken.

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

Keep sniffing and leading it.

Before it even opened its eyes, it was already standing up unsteadily.

Yawning, looking for the smell.

Go forward slowly.

Then, he was hugged by a pair of hands.