Before Mo Qin's hand touched the fox's head, the fox turned around and bit it. Mo Qin pinched the fox's mouth and chuckled:
"Not good."
"I don't care if the wound opens again later."
The fox glared at Mo Qin and bared his teeth. His sharp white teeth were like blades, and he could bite a person's skin to pieces with just one bite.
There was no hint of threat in that fierce look.
But when Mo Qin let go of him, he stopped biting again.
He just turned his head and closed his eyes, not wanting to talk to Mo Qin at all.
Mo Qin reached out to touch him again, but he just grunted to express his dissatisfaction.
Dong Dong Dong—
There was a knock on the door.
Jiang Yisheng stood outside the door, dressed in blue clothes, looking pure and gentle.
His eyes passed over Mo Qin, and when he saw that Mo Qin had changed into clean clothes, and there were no scratches or bites on his hands, he spoke slowly:
"Junior sister, have you taken care of the fox's injury? Do you need my help?"
Jiang Yisheng had a gentle smile, and his eyes did not look around casually. He seemed to have a bit of a gentleman's air.
Mo Qin stood at the door and had no intention of leading him in:
"It's taken care of."
It's just a fox. If you don't let the wound be treated, the fox will be treated at worst!
Jiang Yisheng nodded, "That's good. Let's go down to eat after we finish processing."
The fox was not important, he mainly wanted to see if Mo Qin had calmed down.
Yao Yao was still waiting below, but Jiang Yisheng didn't say anything, fearing that Mo Qin would be unhappy after hearing this.
Mo Qin did not finish her lunch. She turned her head and glanced at the fox who was still sitting on the table, then turned around and carried him to the bed.
Before leaving, he did not forget to threaten him:
"If you run away, I won't look for you."
The fox faced Mo Qin with the back of his head. He just moved his ears when he heard these words, but he didn't know whether he heard them or not.
After Mo Qin followed Jiang Yisheng out, the fox slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.
He lowered his head and looked at the fine cloth wrapped around his abdomen, and hooked it with his claws. The wound was well treated and beautifully bandaged.
But thinking about Mo Qin just grabbing him and cleaning him up...
He narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger flashing in his eyes.
He looked at the half-open window, hesitated, and finally chose to continue sleeping on the bed.
Anyway, she didn't know that she was a demon. When the time came to recover from her injuries and go their separate ways, she wouldn't be able to recognize herself when they meet again.
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Mo Qin didn't come back until the sky was gray, and he also brought back a boiled chicken.
Mo Qin put the chicken on the table, turned to the bed and dug out the fox, pointed at the chicken on the table and said:
"Eat."
The fox poked his head and sniffed, but before he could take a bite, many people came in from outside.
They carried hot water and poured it into the wooden barrel behind the screen in the house.
Mo Qin stood by the table, stretched out his hand to touch the fox, and casually gave him a name:
"You can call me Xiaobai for now."
"?"
The fox didn't even bother to eat the chicken, and turned to glare at Mo Qin, obviously dissatisfied with the name.
Who allowed her to choose random names?
temporary? Is it possible that she still plans to abandon her for adoption...
Human beings really cannot be trusted.
Xiaobai turned his head to avoid Mo Qin's hand, ignored her and started eating.
Soon, the bath water was ready. The waiter asked before exiting:
"Girl, the bath water is ready. Do you need to find a maid to take care of you?"
Mo Qin waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.
The little fox was not big, but he was very good at eating. He finished the whole chicken quickly and even felt that he was not full.
He turned his head and looked at the person taking a shower behind the screen.
The outline of a girl is faintly revealed behind a screen painted with landscape paintings. Her back is to the screen, and the fox can only see the back of her head and a small part of her shoulders.
Nothing else is visible.
The fox looked at it for a few times, then moved his head away without interest, as if to get rid of the annoying sound of water filling his ears, his pair of fox ears kept trembling.
After taking a shower, Mo Qin was wearing light blue pajamas. Her waist-length hair hung down behind her, with water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair from time to time.
There was a plate of chicken bones on the table, and the fox was curled up opposite the plate.
I don’t know if he’s just lazy, or if he’s really injured and can’t move.
Mo Qin wiped his hair hastily to prevent it from dripping.
She grabbed the fox from the table and took a handful:
"You're quite edible."
The fox was not big, not even much bigger than the chicken, but he ate it all and his belly didn't bulge at all.
Mo Qin felt a little melancholy.
It's too early to say that, she seems a little unable to support her, is it too late to throw her out now?
Forget it, throw it away when you can no longer keep it.
At night, the fox who had been sleeping quietly opened his eyes.
He walked from the bed to Mo Qin's side and stopped next to her hand exposed outside the quilt.
After confirming that Mo Qin was really asleep, the fox lowered his body and sniffed Mo Qin's wrist.
A sweet smell filled the tip of his nose, and the fox stretched out his tongue and licked the exposed wrist, his fangs gently touching the girl's delicate skin.
With a slight exertion, blood beads rushed out.
After a moment, the fox licked his lips with unsatisfied intention, and then licked the blood stains on Mo Qin's wrist clean.
The four small blood holes also disappeared.
After doing this secretly, the fox settled back on the bed, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
He smelled it when Mo Qin approached him during the day.
Mo Qin has a very good smell.
Her blood is greatly replenished, and staying by her side will help him recover from his injuries.
Mo Qin took the initiative to approach again, and he half-pushed and half-complied.
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The next day, when Mo Qin woke up, it was almost midnight.
Outside the door, Jiang Yisheng knocked rhythmically.
Seeing that Mo Qin's hair was still messy and she was only wearing a middle coat, Jiang Yisheng was stunned for a moment, and then said gently:
"Junior sister, did you have a good rest last night? I thought you were going out again."
Mo Qin planned to get up early and go out, but somehow he managed to sleep until now.
If Jiang Yisheng hadn't kept knocking on the door, she wouldn't have known how long she would have slept.
Jiang Yisheng smiled and said, "I think I was tired yesterday, so I might as well sleep a little longer. I might be busy until late tonight."
"..."
The two exchanged a few words before Jiang Yisheng left.
Mo Qin closed the door and turned his gaze to the fox who was still nestling beside the bed.
If the fox felt something, he twitched his ears, opened his eyes and met Mo Qin's gaze, glanced at it and then looked away, with a look of 'I don't know anything'.
Mo Qin was no longer in a hurry to wash up. She grabbed the fox and took off the fine cloth to look at his injuries and change the dressing.
The fox struggled symbolically, but in the end it could only block key parts with its tail, preserving its final dignity.
After one night, his injuries were almost healed.
I don’t know if the medicine is too effective or if his self-healing ability is too strong...
