Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

The white fingertips were stained with the charred wood chips, and the extreme contrast of black and white made Wen Jing's nose tremble slightly.

"I think you are alone, as if you have nothing, it's better to..." the little girl smiled and curled her eyes, "just the meat."

Wen Jing's body was slightly stiff, with a trace of dazedness in her golden red eyes. He looked suspiciously at the soft girl in front of him. The meaning of the words just now was not soft at all.

The little girl was wearing a pink dress. The hem of the skirt was already drawn by those branches. The corners of the skirt were also stained with dust, dirt and traces of coke, but she didn't seem to care at all, she just sat on the ground like this. Like the elves between heaven and earth, those filthy things attached to her seemed to be changed.

The voice is also sweet and soft, with her soft and cute bun face, and there are traces of her nose just crying on her face, which looks soft and bullying.

Wen Jing regained his senses, a trace of irritability and coldness appeared in his eyes.

It's just a dirty girl who is still wet.

With that said, he took two steps back again, faintly glowing spiritual power, with a scorching breath.

Threatening Chu Ci not to continue to approach.

Chu Ci ignored the spiritual power of his body, leaned over and stretched out his hand to fish him into his arms.

Wen Jing only felt a pain in his front paw, because his reaction was a little slow because of the serious injury. He didn't expect that this little girl could completely ignore the spiritual energy around him and just hug him up, and when she recovered, she fell into it. In a soft embrace with a sweet smell.

Chu Ci's hands were slightly reddened by the spiritual power of Wen Jing's body. She frowned, hugged him tightly, and stood up. This is the only way to look down at Wen Jing.

It was probably the first time he was held in his arms like this, with a pair of golden-red eyes with a little dazed dazed, he also looked up at her with his little head up, a little dumbfounded, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

There is a handful of white hair on his chin, which is slightly longer than the fiery red soft hair on other parts, only a handful. Now Chu Ci can see it, subconsciously raising his hand to follow Wenjing. The chin scratched.

Wen Jing shrank back slightly, and was suddenly awakened by the crisp, numb and a little strange comfortable feeling, and a fierce irritability flashed across his eyes, trying to jump out of Chu Ci's arms.

"I'll heal you. Are you good?" Chu Ci calmly pressed Wen Jing, who had just jumped out of a small head, back into his arms in the voice of Cha Bai's cold breath, and hugged him. Wen Jing raised his foot and walked out.

With his head pressed back into Chu Ci's embrace, Wen Jing was treated this way for the first time, and it was really a bit embarrassing.

Then the body was lifted up, a pair of round, golden-red fox eyes met the little girl’s clear black eyes. The little cute thing that was lifted in the air was a little dirty, with its front paws drooping. The big fluffy tail curled up slightly, and the big ears trembled slightly, vaguely trying to struggle.

Chu Ci carefully avoided his injury, shook him slightly in the air, tilted his head, "Now you are mine, don't be afraid."

Is hers? Not afraid?

A sarcasm crossed Wen Jing's eyes.

Self-talking little girl.

You can't be quiet if you want to be quiet.