Notes on Planting Grass by Cat Race Elf

Cyril looked pitifully at Odd for help.

Odd doesn't want to teach it, but he can't stand the cub's stalking. You must know that Cyril's character in other aspects may be undetermined, but perseverance is absolutely leveraged. Back then, he rubbed a hundred pieces of poop a day for a year amount, or has been unsuccessful.

But he was not discouraged at all and persisted.

So Odd had no choice but to pass on his experience: "Move with emotion, understand with reason, and serve your elf comfortably, and he will obediently submit."

Cyril immediately understood: "Is it like the vine hammock made by the predecessors, with a fan?" Now it's summer and it's hot, and Xinya is a little afraid of the heat.

"That's my original creation, no plagiarism." Ode raised his eyebrows.

"Senior Ode..." Cyril looked at Aode pitifully. He had done this a few times without copying him, but Xinya was just an elf at that time.

Odd replied with contempt, as if he agreed.

So Cyril went home happily, finished his meal obediently, and then dragged Xinya to the room beautifully, and then turned into a small hammock and a small fan: "Xinya, it's hot these days, you worked hard Come on, come on, lie down and rest~~~"

Cyril said with a smile.

Xinya recalled Cyril's abnormality these days, and smiled tacitly: "Okay." He lay down on the hammock without hesitation.

While fanning Xinya and shaking the hammock, Cyril stretched out the rest of the vines, thinking that Xinya was giving a massage, and gradually entangled Xinya.

Seeing this, Xinya groaned and groaned comfortably.

Cyril couldn't help it when he heard it, and couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. His family Xinya is good, and the voice of moaning and groaning is even better, and it reached him with just one sound.

So I worked harder, and some vines stretched where they shouldn't.

Xinya began to snort more and more comfortably. When she was extremely comfortable, she picked up a vine, held it in her hand with a smile, and stroked it slowly with her palm.

The rhythm of the stroking was so well mastered that Xiril paused suddenly. He never thought that his vines would be so comfortable when being stroked.

Xinya noticed Cyril's pause, smiled slightly, took advantage of the victory, and lowered her head to kiss the vine.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! !Oh no!

The feeling of the kiss was conveyed to the main body in an instant, and Cyril couldn't hold it anymore, and shrank instinctively, his tree shape could no longer be maintained.

With a click, Xinya was suddenly thrown to the ground.

Cyril felt very guilty, and tried his best to check Xinya, but he couldn't fall, because his feet were already weak, and he fell after only a few steps.

He didn't fall on the hard ground, but fell into Xinya's arms.

"You are so enthusiastic, I will never let you down." Xinya smiled.

Cyril/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~