Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

On the other side, Song Le returned to the apartment.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a white and soft ball curled up in the entrance, motionless, as if in meditation.

Song Le was amused, and stretched out his hand to stroke the hair that was softer and whiter than Yun Duo, and his mood became lighter.

"Nutmi Tuan, I'm back, miss me?" Song Le asked cheerfully as she changed her shoes and walked towards the kitchen.

At first, the little fox was squeezed into a tight curl, but as soon as she saw her leave, he immediately jumped down from the cabinet in the entrance and followed with his short legs.

It can be said to be very sticky.

Follow wherever you go, curl up wherever you roll.

Every action is talking and thinking.

Song Le couldn't help laughing, poured the fish into half a bucket of water, then wiped his hands, picked it up, put it on his shoulder, and walked to the bedroom.

"Later, I'm going to cook fish for you. The scene is very bloody, so you just stay in the room peacefully and don't come out, okay?"

While scratching its head lightly, Song Le asked.

I don't know if the little fox understood, but at last it softly rubbed against her neck and whined.

Song Le tentatively put it on the cushion beside the small table, saw that it was curled up obediently, and had no intention of sticking to her, so she felt relieved, closed the door and went out.

The little fox, who was locked in the room and demanded to be "safe and secure", raised his head when he heard the sound of the door slamming shut.

There was a hint of sweetness in the green eyes, as if shyly buried his face in his fur, leaving only a pair of refined animal eyes looking in the direction of the door expectantly.

Why does its benefactor like it more and more the more it looks at it, woohoo, there are fish to eat...it is hungry.

However, it's time to start repaying your favor.

How long will it take for its mana to recover and transform into form.

The little fox lowered his head again, looked at his paws silently, and began to count silently in his heart.

……

After a sumptuous meal of fish and meat, Song Le sat in the living room holding the little fox with a chubby belly.

Taking the remote control to turn on the TV, Song Le stared at the TV, but his hands kept stroking the soft and white fur of the little fox.

In fact, it seems that there is nothing wrong with keeping a small animal at home. It is always ready for decompression.

But the tickets are all bought...

"Nuomi Tuan, I'll take you home tomorrow."

Song Le tuned to his favorite dog-blood TV series at eight o'clock, and then softly said to the little fox who was enjoying the sleepy little fox.

Hearing this, the little fox opened his eyes wide in an instant, turned over in her arms, curled up and looked up at her, with a reluctance in his animal eyes.

Song Le almost thought it was made up in his own brain.

But the next action of the little fox told her that it was not a brain supplement or an illusion.

The little ball clung to her hand and shook its big fluffy tail unskillfully, its green eyes were pure and unhappy, with a hint of flattery.

"You don't want to go?" Song Le asked strangely.

The little fox's pure animal eyes stared at her without blinking, and let out a monophonic word from his throat.

Is this right? After experiencing such an ordinary few days, Song Le has long stopped treating the little fox as a monster, but now, he can't help but think big.

Is it by chance?

Song Le tried his best to be calm, pondered for a moment, and asked again: "Do you want to leave?"

"Woohoo." Non-stop, two.

"..." Song Le's calmness cracked.

This, how to explain this.

Could it be that you don't want to?

"..."

Hehe, stop making trouble.