Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

next door.

After Xiao Ling washed the smell of alcohol from his body, he came out with a towel over his shoulder, and habitually went to the refrigerator to get water to drink.

The moment his fingertips touched the mineral water bottle, he paused.

Peaches have been sitting in the fridge for several days.

That little white velvet dumpling has not appeared for more than three months.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I don't know where the small one is now, whether it's doing well or not.

I haven't come back for so long, is there something wrong...

He even posted a post looking for it outside, but he didn't hear back...

Xiao Ling frowned, grabbed the mineral water bottle, and slammed the refrigerator door shut.

Forget it, he's not the Virgin, so what are you worrying about?

I'm still in a mess here...

Just after taking a shower, his hair was still damp, and his skin was lightly powdered.

The room was a little stuffy, Xiao Ling opened the door to the balcony, and the cool air poured into his nose, making him sober a lot.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark pupils trembling violently.

A mass of pure white came into view.

It just lay on a glass table, with a pink blanket under it, its little paws drooping to one side, the puffed meat pads facing up, its little tail hanging down from the edge of the table, and its round belly breathing evenly. last...

Xiao Ling was stunned for several seconds.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly until the water droplets condensed on the tip of the hair fell.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that the white velvet ball was still there.

Well. It wasn't a dream...

He approached lightly, staring at the little fox for a long time.

Immediately, his brows stretched, he chuckled softly, and rubbed his fluffy ears.

It seemed to feel the warmth, its small body turned over, its back was turned to lie on its back, and the soft and pink flesh pad was placed on Xiao Ling's hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Xiao Ling's eyes gradually softened, he stretched out his hand to pick it up, as if afraid of waking it up, he even walked slowly and lightly, walked all the way to the bedroom, put it on the bed, and covered the quilt.

Then he lay down on the other side, staring brightly at the little fox, his thin lips slightly curved.

The orange light warmed everything up.

On the big bed, the young man's beautiful and slender fingers were holding the puffed meat pads, and the profile of his profile was gentle and beautiful. He moved forward and gently placed his chin on its head, and the ink eyes of thousands of stars were scattered. Glowing with glazed brilliance, he blinked lightly, and then closed it contentedly.

It didn't take long for the boy to breathe smoothly and fall asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was no longer burdened with a lot of things, which made him unable to breathe; he was no longer in a bustling city and was forced to stand on the highest point in everything and become the first.

In the dream, it is blue sky and white clouds, cicadas and birds chirping.

He was lying in a splendid peach grove, the pink petals rustled in the air, and the surrounding was filled with the elegant fragrance of flowers.

Peach Blossoms in March, two people and one horse, the horizon of tomorrow.

A crisp and pleasant laughter echoed in his ears, and a fiery red dress flashed before his eyes, bright and moving.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind and glowed silver-white in the sunlight.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, trying to see more clearly.

But the more he wanted to see clearly, the more blurred the shadow became.

"Every year, I will bury a jar of peach blossom brewing here for ten years, waiting for you to drink."

The voice kept echoing in his ears, and the figure was getting farther and farther away. He ran to chase, reaching out and grabbing the flying red robe.