What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Don't Touch My Tail 14

When Lin Zhuo opened his eyes slightly, he found that there was light in the room.

Oh, it's daybreak.

Before he turned over and prepared to go back to sleep, he felt a pair of hands constantly touching him.

Lin Zhuo turned around and saw Zhao Jingming, who should have disappeared at this point, still lying on the bed, reading a book with relish, while his other hand was constantly stroking his body.

Stop touching me! Let the fox sleep!

The closer it got to winter, the sleepier Lin Zhuo felt, so his sleep time began to get longer and longer, even though 0617 complained that he was just being lazy.

Lin Zhuo kicked Zhao Jingming's hand away, crawled into the bed, and lay on Zhao Jingming's abdomen to prepare for another sleep. However, Lin Zhuo felt the skin under his face getting hotter and harder.

No?

Lin Zhuo poked his head out in surprise to look at Zhao Jingming's face, still complaining in his heart whether Zhao Jingming was a little too young and hot-tempered.

The book that Zhao Jingming had just read had been put aside. He covered half of his face with one hand, breathing slightly, and his slightly red face seemed to tell Lin Zhuo that he was also embarrassed.

Zhao Jingming was too embarrassed to look at Lin Zhuo's eyes, yet he was trying to excuse himself in his heart.

How could he be blamed for this? Who could resist having their loved one rubbing against their body?

Although Zhao Jingming was also surprised that Lin Zhuo could turn into a fox, he did not say anything.

Zhao Jingming felt that Lin Zhuo approached him because he trusted him, and he knew that he should help Lin Zhuo keep this secret.

But he really couldn't help it. While Lin Zhuo was sleeping soundly, he rubbed Lin Zhuo's body inside and out and studied it carefully.

Fortunately, Lin Zhuo didn't know, otherwise he would have to give Zhao Jingming two claws.

Zhao Jingming calmed himself down, hugged Lin Zhuo to his chest, and smoothed his fur: "Go back to sleep."

Just don't get underneath him again.

Lin Zhuo glared at him suspiciously. Why was this guy acting weird today?

But the sleepiness came over him again, Lin Zhuo yawned, lowered his head and fell asleep.

Let's wait until he wakes up before we talk about anything else.

...

Li Hongrui blinked and sat up from the bed.

What's going on? My head hurts.

Li Hongrui was about to wash up when he found large patches of brown blood on his bed, which seemed to have been there for some time.

Li Hongrui was startled and quickly got up from the bed, only to find that not only his bed but also his body was covered with dried blood.

What's going on? Why don't I have any impression of this?!

Li Hongrui covered his head and began to recall. He was fine when he went to bed last night, which means this should have happened in the middle of the night.

What did I do in the middle of the night?

Li Hongrui racked his brains but had no recollection of what happened in the middle of the night.