70, Come on

  The white wolf hummed lightly and didn't show any enthusiasm for her friendly gesture.

  Mò zhān twisted her fingers, thinking that maybe wolves were originally wild and didn't deign to live a life as soft and fragrant as dogs, so they bit Lǚ Dòngbīn. Mò zhān smiled again, "Alright then, suit yourself, sleep however you're comfortable."

  The white wolf gazed at Meng Chuan again, slowly backed into the corner of the wall, curled up there, and stared at her with a pair of icy blue eyes. As if she was more aggressive than it.

  But this room is just a small place, and the two of them want to keep their distance from each other, but after all, they can't be too far apart. Mo Cui coughed, "Since we can't sleep for the time being, let's talk?"

  Xia Mo Cui finished speaking and also patted herself on the palm: Xia Mo Cui, you're so silly! You actually believed that White Wolf could understand your words, and even responded to you?

  But the words had already been spoken, and couldn't be taken back. All Mèng Qián could do was to first show some friendliness, and move a bit closer to Bái Láng. With about one meter of distance between them, she sat down on the ground as well, her line of sight level with Bái Láng's.

  I remember seeing on TV that wolves are animals with a strong sense of hierarchy, even their resting positions and heights are governed by rules. Mochi thought that if she sat down on the ground too, White Wolf would let its guard down a bit.

  "Hi," Xia Moze decided to take the initiative to show goodwill, "Last time didn't even have a chance for self-introduction. My name is Xia Moze..."

  Mò zhān introduced herself with great enthusiasm, but Bái Láng simply turned his head to the other side with a look of indifference, as if he was not interested in her surname or name at all.

  The cicada was really choked, staring at it for half a day.

  Later, I still thought it was a small animal's share, so I didn't bother to see it in general. Instead, I found more topics to please it and said, "... Last time, I didn't even have a chance to say thank you. You risked your life to save me from falling off the cliff, I was really worried sick about you, and when I came back, I had nightmares every night, feeling guilty for not being able to save you..."

  "So you know or don't know, this time suddenly seeing you, how happy I am?"

  The white wolf finally lifted its head, and in its icy blue eyes, the moonlight became a sea.

  This was the first time that Mo Ze didn't see coldness and arrogance in his blue eyes. Mo Ze was stunned, only then did he realize that his face was wet. He reached out to touch it, and only then did he know that he had been crying.

  So ridiculous.

  In stories of humans and beasts living together, there were ancient tales of playing the zither for cows, and now she, Xia Muzhen, pours her heart out to wolves - but can they understand?

  Mò Tián awkwardly pulled down her long hair to cover her face, wiping away tears with it, then got up to make a phone call to Xiao Hong.

  Since Mo Xie's Eighth Brother and White Wolf have arrived in D City, I believe Mo Xie will meet with Xiao Hong. Tonight, she doesn't plan to send White Wolf over to Xiao Hong yet, as she is worried about its injury.

  Xiao Hong heard that Bai Lang was in Meng Chuan's home, and even in Meng Chuan's bedroom. She couldn't help but burst out laughing. Meng Chuan didn't understand what was going on and scolded her, "Have you been possessed by the stupid Er Ge Ba? Why are you cackling like a bird?"

  Xiao Hong knew she couldn't mess with them, so she quickly slipped away, but in the end, she still said mysteriously, "Wishing you two... sweet dreams, sweet dreams."

  She hung up the phone and looked at Bai Lang again. She took the thermometer to measure its body temperature, everything was OK.

  Misty put down her heart, patted its forehead, "Sleep. Little Red said, hoping we have a good dream." She was like a mother guarding her child, sitting beside the White Wolf and patting it until the White Wolf comfortably let out a snore, its two eyes also relaxing shut. Only then did Misty get up.

  It's time to sleep, and she still feels a bit awkward. She has to go take a bath, change into her pajamas, and get into bed... She asks herself: Xia Mengyan, what's wrong with you? Are you sure you're shy in front of a white wolf? Please, even if you were stark naked in front of him, you're not his type anyway.

  In the eyes of a male wolf, the most pleasing one is always a female wolf, rather than a woman.

  Mò tiǎn only then pushed open the door, picked up her sleeping gown and went to take a shower. She deliberately took her time for a while, thinking that Bái Láng should be fast asleep by now. Only then did she push the door back open. The room was quiet, Bái Láng was also quiet, almost as if he hadn't moved from his previous position - Mò tiǎn finally felt at ease.

  The cicada has already changed into its sleeping gown outside.

  Her nightgown was quite conservative, but after all, it was a scorching summer of human barbecue, and her nightgowns were always halter + shorts to the roots. Her long hair was scattered down, and her hair and body were slightly damp, surrounded by the refreshing scent of bathing. She was afraid of startling the white wolf, and also afraid of being seen by the white wolf like this, so she tiptoed barefoot, leaving a small fragrant flower petal on the floor.

  She reached the bedside, controlling her deep breathing. Her forehead and body were sweating, and the bath she had just taken was in vain. She quickly got into bed, not bothering to pull the quilt up to her chin.

  The old air conditioner on the wall hummed out cold air, and the dry rhythm finally became the best lullaby to counteract the presence of the white wolf.

  Meng Xian did some psychological construction again and ordered herself to close her eyes - today was exhausting enough, she was really tired.

  She finally fell asleep.

  The night color spread like the sea, and the streetlights outside the window were dim and hazy. The white wolf, which had been motionless at the corner of the wall, suddenly opened its eyes silently. Its icy blue pupils sparkled with a faint light, as if it was wearing the moonstone earrings that it usually wore on its ears.

  He stretched out his arms and arched his back for a lazy stretch. Only then did he get up, quietly gazing at the person who had already fallen asleep.

  She slept soundly, the fragrance of her shower gel softly and moistly circulating in the room; her hair was still wet, with water droplets trickling down from the ends onto the pillow... like a flower, soft, fresh, sweet.

  He held his breath, knowing that he shouldn't get excited at this moment. He told himself, yeah, just go take a look at her and help her cover up with the quilt.

  He rose straight up from the ground, and the moonlight cast his shadow on the wall, a tall and handsome young man.

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