Tigers ban coveting

This is acting like a baby, but it's really hardcore.

Ling Junhan turned his palm sideways to cover the scratched wound.

He glanced up and down, and said helplessly, "Stop licking."

"Don't you like it?" Little White Tiger tilted his head, unaware that his output damage was exploding.

Ling Junhan: "..."

This kind of well-behaved, no blessing to accept.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Duan Wuxin enthusiastically wanted to stick out his tongue again, but before it touched his palm, the tip of his tongue was suddenly pinched by his fingers.

Ling Junhan forced his tongue back and emphasized again: "Don't lick it."

He once again felt the difference between species, how could he suddenly be so soft in the face of himself?

He obviously replied with a fierce tone just now, but within a few seconds, it seemed that his soul had been changed.

Hit a ghost?It's fucking evil.

He slid his fingertips and flipped up and down the dialogue with Duan Wuxin just now, making sure that he didn't make up the wrong tone.

Although it is said that you are living under the fence, you don't have to be so eager to be courteous.

However, the thinking of man and tiger are not connected.

The little white tiger was still rubbing against him persistently, until the fur on his forehead rubbed against him to generate static electricity, and he was staggering in all directions in a mess.

Ling Junhan snuffed out the cigarette, looked down at the docile ball at his feet, with a complicated expression.

He almost began to wonder whether this was a show of cuteness or revenge.

Duan Wuxin rehearsed in his mind for a day, and then continued his efforts: "Let's sleep together after taking a shower, okay?"

".....OK." Ling Junhan has good eyesight, he glanced up at the bullet screen full of question marks, and reminded intimately: "Your live broadcast is not off yet."

Duan Wuxin turned around suddenly, seeing the live broadcast light on, her heart stopped beating.

Wait, what did he just do?

He squeezed his throat and made a strange sound.

Jump up and down three times in a hurry to show courteousness.

He even licked Ling Junhan's hand.

Gao Lenghu's design collapsed, and his expression was brilliant.

It's better to die on the spot, dig a hole and bury it.

The bullet screen is indeed a mess at the moment:

[? ? ? ? ?Who the hell was talking just now]

[There is no third person in this room, is it my son's voice? 】

【u1s1, who can resist this cute voice ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

【No, my son is so soft in front of Ling Junhan?Why? 】

[The old mother's mood is ups and downs today, and she can't bear the slightest stimulation anymore]

【Xinxin never talked to us, I am not worthy】

One person was weakly caught in the ridicule and told the truth: [Marshal told him not to lick, as if his palm was hurt by a barb]

The angry parents and mothers were filled with righteous indignation and returned to the past:

[We've been watching the live broadcast for so long, and we haven't even seen the color of his tongue clearly! 】

[What's wrong with the scratch, this is the blessing he has cultivated in ten lifetimes! 】

[Have you ever watched Xin Xin acting like a baby?No, he’s just having fun]

[No, I'm going to die of anger, with a knife in hand, kill Ling Gou]

Duan Wuxin closed her eyes, and was about to use the old routine to get rid of it: "Everyone make a wish, and I will download it after I finish."

The barrage didn't accept the move, and they all said: [No, explain. 】

"What do you want?"

Duan Wuxin suppressed the embarrassment in his belly, paced back and jumped on the seat, with an impatient expression of "I'll beat you if you say one more word" on his face.

He stared at the fierce crusade on the screen, and answered the questions of netizens without love.

"Show cute, it's impossible to be cute."

"What you just heard is your hallucination."

"This is a translator, and the voice is virtual."

"Indifference? I've always been like this when I speak, but the cute yelling tone is all made up by your own imagination."

More and more netizens poured into the live broadcast room. After all, it was the first time anyone saw a talking animal.

The popularity soared exponentially, and the scene couldn't end for a while.

Duan Wuxin gritted her teeth, and could only speak harshly: "If I don't make a wish, I will leave. See you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he quickly pressed the power off button, and no matter what the netizens were making, he directly forced the broadcast.

When the screen goes black, the world is clean.

Duan Wuxin covered her face with her palm and sighed long.

When will his life not be so difficult.

Ling Junhan carried him to the desk, took out the medicine box for the second time, and treated the wound briefly.

It's only been a few days, and one hand is injured.

Hearing that there was no movement over there, he lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "It's over?"

"Well, I can sleep now." Duan Wuxin turned her head, her eyes still a little loose.

"It's only after ten o'clock, so I can't sleep so early." Ling Junhan was still savoring the difference before and after, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so obedient in front of me?"

Duan Wuxin didn't expect him to be so straightforward, so don't turn your head away and don't speak.

Ling Junhan approached, lowered his head and looked down at him: "Ask you."

"No, you think too much, I have this personality." When it comes to this topic, Duan Wuxin is still ashamed to admit it.

He is a majestic little overlord.

Who acted like a baby?Who is acting cute?Who is pretending to be good?

"Oh, it's best." Ling Junhan didn't bother to expose him.

The little white tiger still had his head turned away, but he could see Ling Junhan's shadow on the ground, tall and powerful, holding him down.

After thinking for a while, he asked later, "Can I sleep on the bed tonight?"

"Are you addicted to sleeping with me?" Ling Junhan's voice came from the head, full of jokes.

Duan Wuxin blushed a little, but fortunately she had enough hair to not see her hot cheeks.

He rubbed his head sideways on his paws, and said in a low voice, "The bed is soft."

Ling Junhan saw through his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Even the tone was a bit harsh: "Then please beg me."

Duan Wuxin was speechless.

This man is really bad, playing tricks on him every day, as if he has really become his new toy.

But when I think of the much-desired luck, being able to relax and sleep unsuspectingly...

Duan Wuxin struggled for a few seconds, pulled out two hairs on his palm, and made up his mind.

"Okay, please."

The eyes are not as fierce as usual, but a little naive.

Different from the pretentiously cute tone just now, now with a shyness that is forced to hide, it is even more cute.

Ling Junhan said enough, threw the tie into the laundry basket, and replied, "Yes."

He turned to the bathroom and asked, "How many days do you usually take a shower?"

Is this despising him for not being clean?Duan Wuxin frowned.

He hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "Actually, I wash it every day..."

Ling Junhan raised his eyebrows, and invited generously: "Then let's take a bath together?"

"...No more." Duan Wuxin hesitated, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

Besides, they didn't know each other well.

How embarrassing to soak in a pool!

"I don't have time to wash it for you." Ling Junhan unbuttoned two buttons, and said slowly, "If you think it's okay not to take a bath for a month——"

"Wash, together." Duan Wuxin interrupted him, and slipped in along the crack of the bathroom door.

Excited by those words, he agreed in a fever.

After sitting in the pool, Duan Wuxin felt that this matter was more embarrassing than he imagined.

He squatted on the other side of the tub, hot and humid, his hair all wet.

On the opposite side is the naked/naked Ling Junhan, his long legs can't fit in the 1.8-meter bathtub, and they are placed on both sides randomly, almost blocking all escape routes.

Duan Wuxin's limbs were stiff, she couldn't sit or lie down, it was extremely uncomfortable.

His palms fluttered on the water, his eyes wandered around, and his eyes drifted to Ling Junhan's legs...

What the hell, it's so big and ugly.

He spat in his heart, tsk tsk disgusted, not cute at all.

Looking up, I found that Ling Junhan also had a pendant on his neck, which was similar in shape to his translator.

Duan Wuxin bent down and took a small step forward, stretched out his palm to touch it, and asked straightforwardly: "What is this?"

"Necklace." The answer was very concise.

Duan Wuxin was puzzled: "You soldiers also like these fancy things?"

Ling Junhan glanced at him quietly, his dark eyes were like a spread of ink, unfathomable.

After a long time, he lightly stroked the pendant with his fingertips before he came back to his senses: "This is a gift from a very important friend."

"Girlfriend?" Duan Wuxin was aroused by curiosity.

Ling Junhan said speechlessly: "No."

Duan Wuxin let out a long, teasing voice.

He has been surfing for a long time and knows a lot.

"Is that...boyfriend?"

"...You have something in your head, don't use the Internet." Ling Junhan pushed his paws away, squeezed a big lump of bath liquid on his furry head and rubbed it away, and changed the subject: "Kids, don't Ask so much."

Duan Wuxin shook the water on his forehead, only to realize that his palms were red with scars.

What was the scratch mentioned on the bullet screen just now, did you lick it yourself?

He struggled to press the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, feeling some sharp thorns pricking his skin.

It seemed, once again, to screw things up.

Duan Wuxin was a little annoyed: "Did I hurt you again?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Ling Junhan's idol was burdened with blood, and he refused to admit it.

"Yes, my palms are red." Duan Wuxin stretched out his tiger claws, grabbed his hand, and examined it persistently.

Ling Junhan quickly withdrew his hand, and his voice was a little lower: "Don't look around, be quiet, do you still want to wash?"

Hmph, don't watch it if you don't read it.

Duan Wuxin was rubbed on the top of her head by callused fingers, which was unexpectedly gentle.

There is no need to touch the line of sight, but it is comfortable.

Ling Junhan didn't speak, and the two soaked quietly for 10 minutes until the water temperature dropped.

Duan Wuxin got up from the water wetly, his hair was soaked by water, and a small puddle of water accumulated under his feet.

It's annoying to have to ask for help again.

He shook off the water droplets on his body, thought for a while, and said subtly: "You'll catch a cold when you're wet."

Ling Junhan understood, and took out the hair dryer from the cabinet: "Come here, let me dry it for you."

It really doesn't take much effort to communicate with smart people.

Duan Wuxin obediently climbed up to the sink, spread her limbs and slumped on the countertop, waiting for service.

The hair dryer was blaring, and he stared at the pendant on Ling Junhan's chest, his thoughts wandering away.

What kind of friend is worthy of keeping the token so close at all times?

Duan Wuxin has no friends, and besides the curator, there is no one closer to her in her life.

To a certain extent, he is very envious of being so valued by a person.

There are many animals in the endangered hall, but Duan Wuxin feels that she is different from them.

He has a human mind.

It's a good thing, and it's not a good thing.

Being able to perceive joy, anger, sorrow and joy to a greater extent, and often feel lonely.

The live broadcast only started two years ago. Because of his small size, all netizens thought he was just born at that time.

What they don't know is that he has actually lived a long time.

It's been so long... It's beyond the age that a normal white tiger should have.

The curator discovered his difference early on, and secretly asked experts to do tests.

The conclusion given at the time was that he might be able to live as long as a human being, dozens of years old, or even hundreds of years old.

Duan Wuxin didn't think about the future, 100 years is too long.

It is even more unimaginable to live alone for 100 years.

"Come back to your senses, blow dry." Ling Junhan turned off the blower, and flicked his ears with his index finger.

Duan Wuxin blinked before pulling away from her thoughts, feeling a little depressed.

He lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his eyes on his paws, and said thank you in a muffled voice.

Ling Junhan interpreted it on his own: "Are you homesick?"

"A little bit." Duan Wuxin followed his words and went down the stairs. Those emotions can only be rotted in the stomach, and no one can say them.

He got his wish and lay down on Ling Junhan's bed. The quilt was very fluffy and the surroundings were warm, so it was easy to fall asleep peacefully.

Gentleman Ling Junhan reserved half of the bed, so he could roll around freely.

This guy is not as bad as he imagined.

Before falling asleep, Duan Wuxin thought drowsily.

It was another good night's sleep, and when Duan Wuxin woke up the next day, the bedside was empty, leaving only neatly stacked tofu cubes.

Is Marshal so busy?Go out early and return late every day.

He looked up at the solid crystal chandelier, becoming more and more convinced of his judgment.

It is really safe to stay by Ling Junhan's side.

There are no beds that collapse in the middle of the night, nor lamps that fall down.

There is no need to be afraid, and you don't have to think about the strange hidden dangers that arise at any time. These two days are more comfortable than all the past days combined.

It's such a great feeling to feel safe.

Duan Wuxin rolled lazily on the bed, stretched his limbs and stretched himself, feeling extremely happy.

After solving the problem of survival, the little white tiger quickly rose to another ideological realm.

In the past, the curator was in charge of food and housing, but now he wants to stay safe and secure by Ling Junhan's side, so he can't eat and drink for nothing.

The economic base determines the status of the family, and we must not be short-sighted.

Therefore, he made more money, and then dumped the meal and accommodation expenses on Ling Junhan's face.

Duan Wuxin jumped up, and excitedly opened his live broadcast account.

Balance: 3.80

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

All the previous money was given to Duan Yongnian, and he didn't even have a fraction left.

Yesterday's rewards were all refunded to private message netizens, and Duan Wuxin stared at his empty account and felt worried.

Yesterday's generosity is today's regret.

This shabby balance makes people feel like they can't eat, and their hearts are ashamed.

Duan Wuxin sat in the swivel chair and turned on the live broadcast with listlessness.

"Good morning, everyone." Knowing that he has a translator, he simply stopped pretending.

The barrage was full of joy: [Xinxin has been too hardworking recently, I want to resign and watch the live broadcast full-time! 】

Duan Wuxin snorted coldly, I have worked so hard, why do everyone just use barrage like this, and don't pay money.

Is it too early, the rich ladies are still awake?

Having lived for so long, Duan Wuxin felt stretched for the first time.

How to get netizens to give rewards, this stumps the cute pet host who can usually collect money by opening a camera.

On the bullet screen, Lu Xun once said: No, then learn.

Duan Wuxin opened his mouth and yawned, then clicked the live ranking of cute pets on the platform with his mouse.

The second most adorable pet is a rabbit.

A small furry group is dancing a hula dance with its butt twisted, and the scene was once very eye-catching.

next.

The big hippo, which was trying to chew the watermelon, grinned, and there was a lot of leftover watermelon rinds on the ground next to it.

Next one.

The chubby big orange cat rolled around on the ground, meowing, and the reward next to it was tumbling.

......

Netizens peeked at Duan Wuxin's browsing page with complicated expressions:

[I haven't recovered from what happened yesterday, so what happened here?]

[Shocked, my son suddenly started paying attention to other species?Is this a loss of morality or a loss of emotional control? 】

[So how old is your son this year? Is he an adult?Is it the estrous period? 】

[Good guy, when he arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, his son went crazy, what happened]

[Sharing link: "My son's whereabouts are strange, his mood is cloudy, it turned out to be...", good article for sharing]

Duan Wuxin didn't have time to watch the barrage, so he flipped through the top [-] live broadcasts.

There are all kinds of tricks and tricks.

In such a comparison, Duan Wuxin suddenly felt that he was too salty and too watery before.

It's hard to be an anchor with cute pets, but it's even harder to be an anchor who can make crazy money.

He can do nothing but tear down the house!

Duan Wuxin looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the shining crystal lamp on the roof.

In the past, Danmaku always said that I like to watch him destroy things.

Although those were not his original intentions, but since he can earn tipping money...

All right, sorry, Brother Crystal Lamp.

Just as Xiaobai pushed the door in with breakfast, Duan Wuxin raised his claws and positioned himself on the trembling crystal lamp: "How much is that lamp?"

"25." Xiao Bai said vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

Duan Wuxin squinted her eyes, and quickly made a calculation in her mind.

After deducting the money for the chandelier to Ling Junhan from the reward, there should still be some food money left.

This account is a steady profit.

He paused for two seconds, made up his mind, and spoke slowly to the camera using the newly learned words:

"Would you like it if I smashed a chandelier with one claw?"

"Iron juice, if you like it, double-click 666, pay attention and give a reward."