Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

When he was about to get up, he saw Yao Rong in the bathroom, wearing a nightgown and walking towards him with a plate of water. He could only close his eyes tightly.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu struggled internally, pursed his lips in pain, gritted his teeth, and tapped his toes.

"Zhuo Shu, how are you? Why is it so serious?" Yao Rong walked out with water in her hand. She was startled when she vaguely heard Zhuo Shu's voice.

Just when I called to ask for water, he said that according to what she said, Zhuo Shu was fine.

But when he heard Zhuo Shu's painful voice, cold sweat continued to seep out from his forehead, his hair was wet, and his body kept shivering, getting worse and worse.

"Zhuo Shu, Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?" Yao Rong was anxious.

She took a towel, dipped it in hot water, wrung it out, and wiped his head, forehead and face.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu gritted his teeth in a deep voice, vaguely wondering what happened.

When he was about to get up, Yao Rong took off his shirt with a towel and wiped his cold sweat.

"What is this?" Yao Rong looked and saw something moving in his clothes.

But what the hell is this big, moving, round mass?

The little fox was hiding in Zhuo Shu's clothes, squatting in a daze, dozing off, bored to the extreme, stretching out its paws, and rolling around.

Although there was a layer of cloth between them, the speed of movement was still very fast.

"Ah." Zhuo Shu screamed, unable to bear it any longer.

"Zhuo Shu, are you awake?" Yao Rong heard his screams and stood up quickly, taking his place while checking his thigh wound.

"Does the wound hurt? I'll give you some more medicine." Yao Rong said softly.

Although she really wanted to know who was chasing them tonight, Zhuo Shu's injury was more important, and she had no time to pursue more questions.

"Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?" Yao Rong saw his face, which was extremely gloomy, his sharp eyes with bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his hands were grabbing the sheets.

Zhuo Shu sat there, taking deep breaths, and said to her in a deep voice: "Yao Rong, turn around and go out. No matter what happens, don't come in."

He guessed something was wrong and wanted to kill it with his own hands later.

"No, I can't leave." Yao Rong said softly, fearing that there was something wrong with his body.

"..." Yao Rong and Zhuo Shu stared silently, a white claw sticking out from the clothes.

He stretched out his paws, slowly and gracefully, and laid on Zhuo Shu's abdomen. He slowly opened his eyes and hooked his hand towards Yao Rong, gesturing for her to come over.

"..." When Yao Rong saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

The little fox lay on Zhuo Shu's belly and slowly moved out. The cute head crawled out of the clothes, gnawing on cucumbers, dozing off out of boredom, and staring at Zhuo Shu.

"Why is it...in your clothes?" Yao Rong looked at the little fox and crawled out from him.

She felt creepy and looked at Zhuo Shu suspiciously.

Unfortunately, before Zhuo Shu could speak, the little fox grinned mysteriously, opened his paws, pushed with two paws, and looked at Zhuo Shu dumbfounded.

The little fox smiled slyly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" The little fox was obviously in a good mood. He originally just came here to play, but he didn't expect to become addicted to playing.

"Hey, cough." Zhuo Shu sat up.

Yao Rong looked at Zhuo Shu and Little Fox. She felt like she didn't know what to say, so she subconsciously took a step back.

"..." Zhuo Shu and Yao Rong stared at its paws silently, their eyes widening.

The little fox slowly raised his eyes and looked at them lazily. He opened his mouth and blew on his paws. With a "huh" sound, he rushed towards Zhuo Shu, wanting to hug him and act coquettishly to make Yao Rong jealous.