live by kiss

The little fox thought about it, after all, the senior saved his life, so it would be better for him to repay the senior.

So when Fang Huai returned to the rented room at night, he began to search in the room and took out a jug of wine from the cabinet.

When the roommate saw it, he couldn't help but said, "Is today a holiday? Are you finally willing to take out your precious wine?"

"I want to give it away." Fang Huai put the wine jar on the table and carefully wiped off the dust on it.

"Who are you giving it to?" The roommate leaned over and smelled the aroma of the wine, "It's been so long, you can't bear to drink it yourself."

The roommate still remembered this jug of wine. Fang Huai had brought it here for more than two years, but he was reluctant to drink it every time. He only took it out to have a look at it during the Chinese New Year, to smell the aroma and so on.

"Give it to—" Fang Huai opened his mouth and thought about his relationship with his senior. A big monster like senior should be regarded as an elder, so he said, "Give it to an elder."

Fang Huai was a little apprehensive, he was a very poor little demon, he didn't have any valuables on him, the only thing he could afford was this peach blossom wine.

When he was still living on the mountain before, there were a few peach blossom trees growing near his old nest, and it happened that those trees were infected with aura, so he learned the method taught by the patriarch to make wine from flower petals.

It's a pity that wine making is a bit cumbersome. Before he took shape, he was busy collecting spirit flower petals every day, but he had been busy for many years before he could brew so few small altars. But when he was brewing, a black snake always came to snatch his things on purpose. !

Fang Huai finally managed to save some wine, and he was reluctant to drink it. It was just right to give it to the senior, but he didn't know if the senior would like it.

On the second day, Fang Huai arrived at the set, planning to go to the next door to find his senior after the filming finished in the afternoon.

But after the break time, Fang Huai was called to the lounge by his manager.

"Salary." The manager handed over an envelope impatiently.

"Thank you Brother Zuo!" Fang Huai took the envelope, looked at the wages inside, and was a little happy.

Although it's only a few hundred yuan, you can still buy a delicious meal and bring it back to the patriarch!

Seeing that Fang Huai was so happy for a few hundred dollars, the manager looked down on his poor appearance, waved his hand, and said, "You don't need to come over next week."

Fang Huai was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded, "Okay."

Fang Huai put away the envelope and walked out of the room.

Playing tricks is actually not very stable, and "unemployment" often happens, and he has long been used to it.

After Fang Huai finished filming the afternoon's extras, he turned into his original form and went to the next door to find Huo Cheng.

Huo Cheng was still filming, the little fox crouched far behind a box, watching the general on the set.

Although he was only acting, Huo Cheng, who played the role of the general, was still full of momentum, and seemed to be even colder.

The little fox suddenly hesitated, wondering if the senior would accept the peach blossom wine he gave...

The little fox drooped his head, and suddenly noticed a gaze falling on him. Looking back, he found that it was the short-haired girl from yesterday.

The short-haired girl squatted behind the little fox, and she didn't know when she came over. Seeing that the little fox found herself, she quickly took out a piece of ham sausage from her backpack, and coaxed softly, "Do you want to eat it?"

The little fox glanced at the ham sausage in the hand of the short-haired woman, and flicked his tail.

Does he look like the kind of fox who would just accept food from a stranger?

The little fox withdrew his gaze, stopped talking to the short-haired girl, and continued to watch Huo Cheng filming.

There was a sound of footsteps walking away behind him, it seemed that the short-haired girl had left, and the little fox didn't care much, but after a while, the short-haired girl came again.

This time, the short-haired girl held a small piece of watermelon in her hand, and tentatively handed it to the little fox, "Do you want to eat watermelon?"

The little fox looked at the piece of watermelon and hesitated for a few seconds.

No no no.

He is a little fox with a bottom line, he can't just eat what strangers give him.

Just as the little fox was about to turn around and leave, he heard the short-haired woman's voice: "I still have a lot of iced watermelons over there."

The little fox's leaving footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned silently back to the side of the short-haired girl.

The short-haired girl saw that the little fox seemed to agree to herself, so she simply hugged the little fox.

There was a small shade shed nearby, and there were several sliced ​​watermelons on the table below. The short-haired girl put the little fox on the chair, and brought some pieces of watermelon for the little fox to eat.

The little fox ate the watermelon silently, but the original shape was a little inconvenient, and his face was covered with watermelon juice.

While helping the little fox wipe off the watermelon juice from his face, the short-haired girl took the opportunity to rub the little fox's body.

The little fox found the hand groping around him, but he had just eaten the watermelon given by the short-haired girl, and he couldn't refuse it, so he acquiesced to the short-haired girl's actions.

The short-haired girl saw the little fox so docile, and was immediately delighted: "You are so good!"

And a few little girls next to him saw such a cute little fox, and came over curiously.

"Who brought the pet? Can I touch it?"

"There's a lot of meat on my face."

"It's so small, it hasn't grown up yet..."

Several girls gathered around the little fox, and reached out to touch the little fox's soft body.

The little fox tried to resist and pushed these people away with his paw.

But the little fox is no match for so many people at all, and these people have touched it even more fiercely.

"Why is your body so soft!"

"It's so hairy! It feels so good!"

"You're so good, you don't arrest anyone..."

The little fox was touched and curled up in a circle on the chair, feeling that the hair on his body was going to be bald, so he could only be forced to expose his body and let countless hands of strangers caress wantonly on his body.

Don't touch it!Stop touching it!

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Huo Cheng is on his way to the large-scale fox-pulling scene