I Heard That My Fiancé is Super Fierce

Chapter 62: Playing with Marshal

Wen Jin lay on the chair, his paws on his chest fur and his face was grave. He was wondering if he had committed a crime of being too handsome. He had let Dewitt have such a perverted idea of him.

He…he was a fox. Did Dewitt know what he said?

“What kind of intimacy… Do you want to be with a fox? Don’t you think you’re weird?” Professor Lin hadn’t heard their words as they had whispered in words that only Dewitt could understand. Wen Jin looked at the things he took out from his space in the distance, with his claws buried under his chest fur. When Wen Jin asked this, he was a little nervous because he had a kind of honest little tail lately. The old little tail had gone away and the newer one was diligently digging holes for him every day.

And he didn’t know if he stepped in the pit too much. Wen Jin still had his reiki perception. For example, when he uttered that sentence, he shuddered unconsciously in his heart for a moment. He was always a little underprivileged and was afraid that he had over-thought Dewitt’s words. In case the meaning was different from what he thought, he wanted to make sure.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, Dewitt reached for the collar of his jacket and looked down at him. “When did I think about it?”

Wen Jin’s heart was beaten, his face burned and his paws grabbed him severely. Although he had a foreboding, he was still unwilling and shouted, “What you said just now is not what you said earlier!”

Wen Jin’s click was a bit sharp. Even Professor Lin, who was looking at the herbs at a distance, turned his head and looked in their direction. After that, he saw nothing abnormal and went into the laboratory.

As Old Lin left the space, Dewitt lowered his head and looked at Wen Jin with an interesting look. “Who said that? I’ve always meant what I said.”

He said this intentionally putting a little effort into the last four words, which at first sounded as if Wen Jin was the one who wanted to take the initiative.

Suddenly, Wen Jin, who felt that he had suffered a great loss, clapped himself hard in his heart and turned around. He decided that he would never speak to Dewitt again. This fellow was a liar who could not speak and liked digging holes for him.

It was no use making fun of others. How could such a thing be made fun of? Wen Jin frowned as he thought. He didn’t like such jokes.

Just as Wen Jin turned his head and grumbled secretly, Dewitt suddenly approached him, forced the fox’s face toward him and pinched his fleshy cheeks. Wen Jin’s breathed out and Dewitt smiled a little. “Again angry?”

“Chee!” What is it? Wen Jin opened his mouth angrily and bit Dewitt’s finger that was on his nose. He bit hard enough that his sharp eye teeth clicked on each other around the finger.

Dewitt let him bite while his other hand pulled Wen Jin’s small paws to his chest and pinched them. The drooping eyelashes were not long, but very dense. His voice was serious. “I’m not talking about any fox. But only you.”

Wen Jin’s paws, held by Dewitt, shook softly. He raised his face and his black eyes were shining. “Do you like foxes then?”

Dewitt touched his head and smiled faintly, but his eyes were deep. “I like you, so I also like foxes.”

When Professor Lin pushed out a huge instrument table from the small room, Wen Jin’s eyes were wandering in search of a hole in the floor, as if the fat fox could jump through the floor and hide at anytime.

Dewitt’s hand, on the other hand, caressed his white fur. Every time he stroked down, Wen Jin’s whole body would shudder, which seemed to have a special rhythm.