I Heard My Fiancè Is Extremely Fierce (BL) (AI)

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Chapter 62

Wen Jin lay on the chair, his claws tucked into his chest fur, looking serious. He was wondering if his handsome appearance was causing trouble, making De Witt have inappropriate thoughts about him all the time.

After all, he was currently a fox. Did De Witt even understand the meaning behind those words he said?

"What intimacy... You want to be like that with a fox. Don't you find it weird yourself?" Wen Jin, with his claws tucked under his chest fur, glanced at Professor Lin, who was putting away the things he had taken out and reverently placing them in the cabinet like offerings, and asked with a howling tone that only De Witt could understand.

Wen Jin was a little nervous when he asked this question because he had recently had a vague feeling that the old honest little tail he used to be had long gone, replaced by a new one who seemed to diligently dig pits for him every day.

And it seemed like he had stepped into too many pits. Wen Jin miraculously developed an intuition. For example, at the moment he said that sentence, he subconsciously shivered in his heart. He always felt a bit lacking in confidence, worried that he might have misunderstood De Witt's words. What if the other party's intention was different from what he thought?

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, De Witt stretched out his hand to unbutton his shirt collar, and as he did so, he glanced at him, "When did I ever think that?"

Wen Jin's heart skipped a beat, and his face suddenly flushed. Despite having anticipated it, he still couldn't accept it and shouted, "You just said it earlier! Your words don't count!"

Wen Jin's howl was a bit sharp, even Professor Lin, who was focused on the herbs, turned his head and glanced in their direction. After seeing that there was nothing wrong, he went back into the laboratory.

As Professor Lin left the room, De Witt also lowered his head, looking at Wen Jin with an amused expression, "Who said that? I've always kept my word."

He emphasized the last four words deliberately, so it sounded like Wen Jin was trying to take the initiative with him.

Feeling like he had been taken advantage of, Wen Jin slapped himself mentally and turned his head decisively, deciding not to talk to De Witt anymore. This guy was just a liar who didn't keep his word and loved to set traps for him.

Joking about other things was one thing, but how could he joke about something like this?

As Wen Jin turned his head and sulked, De Witt suddenly leaned closer to him, forcibly turning his fox face back and pinching his chubby cheek. Feeling Wen Jin's breath against his hand, De Witt's lips curled up slightly, "Are you angry again?"

"Ah!" What do you mean again!

Wen Jin angrily bit down on De Witt's finger as he tried to touch his nose, biting quite hard with his sharp fangs sinking into the tip of his finger.

De Witt let him bite, while his other hand lifted the bundle of white fluff, Wen Jin, who was currently experiencing a strong impact on his fox worldview, onto his lap. He lightly patted Wen Jin's lower body, which had bulged up, "Feeling better now?"

He dragged out the last note of his sentence, full of a different kind of amusement. Professor Lin, who was older and couldn't feel it, didn't notice, but Wen Jin, who had just been in an ambiguous atmosphere, was about to jump up.

"Ah ah ah!" Already teased beyond measure in the morning, Wen Jin raised his head and roared at De Witt. He looked extremely angry, his chubby paws stiff and straight. He forcefully pushed De Witt's hand aside, then, because of De Witt's arm blocking him, he accidentally plunged into De Witt's arms.