Rabbit sperm wife is super cute

The weather is gradually warming up.

Tong Ling took off his heavy coat and turtleneck sweater, and put on a thin low-necked Korean sweater.

The mottled marks on the neck were clearly exposed.

Every time he goes to the clinic, he is always teased by everyone.

But this did not affect Zhou Mian to continue to mark him.

The little bunny is cute and loves to laugh, very likable.

For this reason, the younger brothers and younger sisters who came to the clinic to treat pets often asked him for WeChat.

Tong Ling didn't know what it meant to give someone a WeChat message, and he wasn't good at rejecting people. If someone asked for it, he would give it.

At first, Zhou Mian thought it didn’t matter, anyway, the little rabbit demon was illiterate, and he couldn’t understand when others sent him messages.

Until Zhou Mian found out that there was a bar owner who sent messages to Tong Ling every day from morning till night.

Even if Tong Ling, who couldn't read, ignored him, he still went his own way.

He even sent Tong Ling a video of himself playing and singing while sitting on the stage one night.

The song is: loveyou.

Tong Ling was eating cookies in Zhou Mian's arms at the time, when he saw the video, he clicked on it.

The little rabbit demon never shy away from Zhou Mian in everything, so Zhou Mian watched the video with him.

The man holding the guitar is affectionately under the dim and flowing light. Although the English he speaks is a bit broken, but the man's voice is good, so the song is not too harsh to listen to.

Zhou Mian knew what the man wanted to express after only listening to a few sentences, and he quietly paid attention to the changes in Tong Ling's expression.

The little rabbit demon bit the biscuit, and after listening to it for more than ten seconds, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Mian in confusion: "What is he mumbling about? Isn't it a human language? Tongtong can't understand a word, it's like reciting a spell."

Zhou Mian supported his head with one hand, and lazily said, "He's confessing his love to you."

Tong Ling: "Confession?"

The little rabbit demon frowned.

In the next minute, the man's voice message came over.

He held the popular bubbly voice and asked, "Xiao Tong, I know this is very abrupt, but I still want to give myself a chance. Can you be my boyfriend?"

Tong Ling was dumbfounded, Zhou Mian raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

He tried his best to suppress the depression in his heart, got up with a smile on his face and prepared to get a glass of cold water to drink.

He desperately needed to calm himself down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Tong Ling grabbed his hand in a panic and asked cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Zhou Mian took a deep breath and said, "No."

"Lies, I can smell them all." Tong Ling pouted, "I can smell them every time you get angry."

Zhou Mian had to sit down again and said, "Yes, I'm not very happy."

Tong Ling handed him the phone and said, "Tell him that I have a husband."

Zhou Mian stared at him and asked, "Why didn't you tell him yourself?"

"I don't know how to type." Tong Ling was so anxious that his eyes were red.

As he spoke, he threw himself into Zhou Mian's arms again, hugged his neck and kissed the corner of Zhou Mian's lips: "Don't be angry with Tongtong."

Zhou Mian tilted his head slightly to avoid it, and when he kissed the little rabbit monster who had failed, he turned his mouth and tears fell.

"Why do you add other people's WeChat? Why don't you tell me when others send you so many messages?"

He shouldn't have questioned the little rabbit demon in such a cold voice, he knew better than anyone else that the little rabbit demon didn't understand the human world, and he really didn't know what the other party sent.

But the turmoil in his heart, the uncomfortable feeling that others coveted his lover made him extremely annoyed.

He didn't control his emotions very well.

"I don't know. You told me before that adding WeChat is to make friends. Everyone in the clinic has added it. I thought it was like this." Tong Ling explained while crying.

"Do you like making friends very much?" Zhou Mian asked back.

Tong Ling waved his hand and said, "No more, no more."

He made Tong Ling cry, this was the first time he made the little rabbit demon cry except on the bed.

Zhou Mian felt that he should give him a little.

Tong Ling's sobs echoed in the room, and Zhou Mian's heart also became sore.

What the hell is he doing?Why bully the rabbit?

How long has it been since the little rabbit demon transformed? He has already had a hard time adapting to human life.

What are you thinking about?Didn't he learn everything he taught himself?

Even if there was something inappropriate, it was because he didn't make it clear to the little monster in time, so what right did he have to blame him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mian raised his hand to wipe away Tong Ling's tears, and said, "I'm sorry, don't cry anymore, it's all my fault."

Tong Ling hugged Zhou Mian's hand and rubbed it, and said, "Tong Tong will never add other people's WeChat in the future, husband, don't do this, I'm afraid."

Zhou Mian hugged him into his arms, kissed his neck sideways, and said, "I scared you."

"Hmm." Tong Ling sobbed.

It was clear that Zhou Mian's tone of voice was almost the same as usual, and he didn't even raise the volume, but it made Tong Ling feel extremely panicked.

He hugged Zhou Mian's back tightly, for fear that the man would leave him.

Zhou Mian gave him peace of mind, and when Tong Ling calmed down, he said, "There must be a message back."

Tong Ling sniffed his nose: "Yes."

"I'll press the voice button for you, and you can say it yourself."

Tong Ling couldn't remember where to find the voice button, so he simply didn't use it later.Anyway, he doesn't use WeChat very often, and the only people who can send messages are those who understand the meaning of his emoji, so the little rabbit demon is lazy.

"Okay~" Tong Ling responded softly.

Zhou Mian pressed the voice button for him, and the little rabbit demon said: "Hello, although I don't remember who you are, I already have a boyfriend, please don't send me any more messages, and finally I wish you a happy life."

What a polite way to kill someone.

After the voice was sent out, Zhou Mian asked for his opinion, "Delete him?"

Tong Ling was still wiping away tears with his sleeves, and nodded without hesitation.

After the man was blocked by Zhou Mian, Tong Ling said again in a weeping voice, "Please delete those you don't know, Tong Tong will not add strangers in the future."

He hangs his head, like a child who has done something wrong.

Zhou Mian didn't make a sound, lowered his eyes, and swipe his fingers quickly. After a while, there were only five people left on Tong Ling's WeChat, all of whom were from the clinic.

The little rabbit monster didn't eat the biscuits, and curled up in Zhou Mian's arms, staring at the man's side face in a daze.

He could see that Zhou Mian said that he was not angry anymore, but his face was still tightly slumped.

The phone was returned to Tong Ling.

Little Rabbit Yaoxu held it, and said, "Husband, let me kiss you."

It seems that this is the only way to prove that this matter is really over.

Zhou Mian lowered his head and touched Tong Ling's lips.

The little rabbit demon coquettishly said in a hoarse voice, "Not enough."

"Sexy." Zhou Mian sighed, holding his face to deepen the kiss.

Naturally, when the love reached the depths, the two hugged each other and sank together for a long time.

Tong Ling was very delicate that night, and kept shouting: "My husband hugs me, my husband kisses me."

After that, Tong Ling's neck hardly felt better.

Zhou Mian put a band-aid on him to cover it up, but this would only attract the attention of others.

Just how much his partner is infatuated with him, everyone can see.

Even though he would be joked by his colleagues every time, Tong Ling never thought of not letting these imprints exist.

He is a rabbit, he knows that marking is the instinct of animals, and so is human beings. He likes marking, which means that he has a possessor, and he has blocked the rotten peach blossoms for him invisibly. Why not do it?

The short spring has passed by, and the hot summer is coming.

This is not good news for Tong Ling.

Not only because the rabbit is afraid of the heat, but also because the coming of summer heralds the arrival of his thunder calamity.

Originally, the Thunder Tribulation this time was supposed to come down when he was two hundred years old, but for some reason it was brought forward.

Monsters are born to predict their own catastrophe, which is their ability to protect themselves.

Right now, Tong Ling has two choices, one is to find a demon with a higher level of cultivation than him to block it for him, or the other is...to bear the three thunders by himself.

There is no demon with a higher cultivation than him around him who can help him, so he can only choose the second path.

In order not to be smashed to death, Tong Ling began to make a magic weapon for self-protection.

His spiritual power is very low, and the magic weapon he made may not have much effect, it can only block a little bit.

Tong Ling began to become sentimental. In the dead of night, he would secretly trace Zhou Mian's facial features with his fingers.

He thought that he could accompany him for a long time, but God's will tricks people.

Originally, he should have ten years to improve his cultivation. At that time, no matter how weak he is, he can keep his soul immortal.

He has worked very hard to practice spells, and for some reason, Lei Jie came so unexpectedly.

He didn't know if he would be able to come back, and when he thought of saying goodbye to Zhou Mian, Tong Ling couldn't stop crying.

"Husband..." He could only murmur in the night.

Tong Ling's magic weapon is ready.

Before the rainy season came, he found Hu Yang.

Hu Yang, who is also a monster, can see at a glance that his catastrophe is approaching.

"Let me tell you, how many chickens you eat this time, don't even think about me protecting you from lightning." Hu Yang folded his arms on his chest, making a gesture of self-protection.

Tong Ling smiled wryly, and said, "Of course I didn't do it for this. I just want to ask you for a favor."

"What's the matter?" Hu Yang asked cautiously.

"If... I said that if... I die, can you erase my husband's memory for me? Don't let him remember me. "

Hu Yang had a strange expression: "You might as well let me protect you from lightning."

The last time he tried to erase Zhou Mian's memory, he almost died in his hands, how dare he do it this time?Is he big?

Tong Ling: "Why do you say that?"

Hu Yang: "Oh, anyway, if I don't wipe it off, I will at most collect a corpse for you, if you still have a corpse."

Tong Ling: ...

The little rabbit demon left disappointed.

What if my husband always remembers him?Will it be as sad as him?

He couldn't bear her husband to be sad for him at all.

The day of thunder calamity came quietly.

Tong Ling finished carrying his small schoolbag, behind him was Zhou Mian who followed him out.

He lied to Zhou Mian that his spiritual power was unstable and he needed to go back to the demon world to get the elixir. Zhou Mian did not doubt that he was there, so he packed a lot of snacks for him, and the small backpack was full.

"Do you really not need me to send it?" Zhou Mian's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Well, humans can't go to the enchantment mouth."

"How long will it be?"

how long?he does not know.

Maybe one day, maybe January, maybe never come back.

"Soon." Tong Ling continued to weave lies.

"Okay, come back as soon as possible." Zhou Mian reached out and rubbed his hair.

"Ah."

Tong Ling took two steps, then quickly turned around and threw himself into Zhou Mian's arms, choked up and shouted: "Husband..."

He couldn't say any more.

"Tongtong, do you really have nothing else to say to me?"

Tong Ling closed his eyes and said hard, "No."

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感谢在2022-06-0219:40:21~2022-06-0422:30:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of Luzhu Yiyi;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of grass color; 10 bottles of pink pig; 2 bottles of Sebastian; Xishan Xiao, 1 bottle of watermelon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!