Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

In the end, Aning agreed to him. Anyway, she had been practicing dance with the dance teacher in the group for the past two days, so there was nothing wrong with her.

It's just that he can't go out with her in human form, but has to use his true form.

She has already thought about letting the little fox pretend to be a fox dog. Then she will change the color of the fur to make it look real.

When Aning finished telling the little fox about this idea, the man pursed his lips and looked at her with his narrow eyes, his thick eyelashes fluttering, seemingly reluctantly.

Looking at him, there was a pitiful look in his aqua blue eyes, and he looked like he was still trying to talk, as if he was going to use his trump card in the next second - acting like a baby.

Aningfu was so sincere that he immediately fled the scene. He only dared to be so arrogant because he knew that she couldn't stand his coquettish behavior!

The little fox was startled by this sudden behavior, and looked helplessly at the girl who was slipping away with oil on her soles. Her long eyelashes covered her aqua blue eyes, and her cheeks were bulging.

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In the dark night sky, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The high-rise buildings outside the window are brightly lit, and inside the house, a small figure is lying quietly on the bed in the dim space.

After a while, the closed door was gently pushed open, and a man with a very outstanding appearance walked in. He closed the door again with his backhand and walked towards the figure on the bed in the weak moonlight.

The man was dressed in red, his long silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, and his blue eyes were deep and quiet, like the mysterious deep sea.

He lifted up the corner of the quilt, undressed and lay on it. Listening to the sound of breathing in his ears, he pursed his bright red lips, turned sideways and looked at the person's slender back, and quietly moved to her side. move.

After a while, as if it wasn't enough, he put his arms around the soft and slender waist. Seeing that the person didn't respond, he became bolder and brought the person into his arms with a little force of his arms.

Aning slept in a daze, feeling as if he was hugging a human-shaped pillow, which was soft and soft. He rubbed his head and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

The man stared at the girl in his arms for a while, his slender eyelashes half-covering his eyes, and suddenly he put his lips on her forehead, squinting his eyes in pleasure.

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The light sunlight reflected from the window illuminated the room, and then the alarm clock rang. Aning closed her eyes and reached out to fumble around on the bedside. After pressing the ring, she opened her eyes, and what came into view was the delicate snow-white collarbone. , and there is a black mole the size of a sesame seed on it.

She was a little confused and felt that the mole seemed more and more familiar, so she raised her hand and touched it directly.

Until a soft smile sounded above his head, followed by a man's soft voice reaching his ears.

"It's so itchy, An-Ning, please stop touching it."

Familiar voice, familiar tone, Aning felt like he was struck by lightning, his hand rested on the delicate and beautiful collarbone, and his mind was empty.

She raised her head blankly, looked at the man's so beautiful and indistinguishable face, and smiled dryly.

"Hi, morning."

"Morning~"

The man deliberately protracted his voice and reached out to grab the small hand placed on the collarbone. His brows were pure, and his blue eyes seemed to be watching her with infinite tenderness.

"Aning, why are you blushing?"

Aning jerked his hand away, his whole face seemed to be on fire, he broke away from his arms, turned his back to him, and screamed like a mosquito.

"Hot, hot."

"It's not hot today." The little fox said in a soft voice.

"It's hot, I'm hot. You continue to sleep. I'm going to wash up first." As soon as he finished speaking, Aning picked up the pillow to cover his face and stepped towards the door.

Her back disappeared from sight. The man blinked his bright blue eyes and sat up from the bed. His clothes were slightly open, revealing a large area of ​​white skin, and he fell into deep thought.

Is she being shy?

After Aning left the room, she walked straight to the bathroom. After closing the door, she let out a long breath.

When I walked to the sink, I first looked at my already red cheeks in the mirror, then looked down at my hands, my heart was beating "bang bang".

Damn, that’s so embarrassing.

Then she turned on the faucet, her narrow and slender hands were washed by the flowing water, and she splashed the water on her face. Aning suddenly remembered that she had fallen asleep alone last night.

After waiting for a while, Aning came out of the bathroom. She subconsciously glanced at the sofa, expecting to see that extremely beautiful face, but she didn't expect that there was no one on it.

Still in the room?

Don't want to go out?

An Ning returned to the room, and the man happened to look over at this time, with a smile on his face and said happily: "An Ning, you are back."

The man climbed up from the bed, his loose robe falling on his shoulders as he moved. His snow-like skin was dazzlingly white, and his silver hair fell on it, giving him an eerie sense of beauty.

He approached her with bare feet. He was obviously about 1.8 meters tall, but at this moment he was like a child, holding her hand tightly.

Under the long and sparse eyelashes, his blue eyes were shining with light, like the sparkling sea. He said, "Are we going out?"

After he reminded her, Aning's head hurt when she thought of her impulsive behavior last night. She put aside the man holding her hand and took out an oversized handbag from the cabinet.

There's plenty of room in this bag, so carrying a fox shouldn't be a problem, she thought.

So she opened the bag, turned around and asked him: "Here, do you want to put it in yourself, or should I help you?"

"..."

The man looked at the big light brown bag silently, his beautiful blue eyes were calm and calm. He was quiet for a while, and then met Aning's eyes.

So he became a fox terrier with slightly lighter fur.

He has a dull head and stubby limbs, so cute.

It climbed in by itself, curled up into a round ball, and when it looked up at someone, its beautiful blue pupils reflected the outline of the person. Aning glanced down, raised his hand and touched the furry head, feeling his heart All melted.

The little fox was very peaceful. At least it stayed in the bag obediently from home to the set. It wasn't until Aning put the bag down that it quietly poked its head out.

However, it was also during this inspection that it saw a scene that it shouldn't have seen.

Aning was changing her dance clothes, and she obviously forgot that the little fox in her bag was an adult male, so when she took off half of her shirt, the little fox happened to poke its head out.

In an instant, their eyes met, and the air was silent. Aning calmly took off his clothes, then covered the little fox's head, calmly put on his dance clothes, and finally walked out of the dressing room calmly.

However, the moment she stepped out of the dressing room, the mask of pain was firmly welded to her face.

Now it's better, I've lost face twice in just one morning.