"The wind is blowing from the surface of the pond,
And beautiful ripples are exposed between the waves.
Whoever puts a green cover on the water surface,
But the cover is red makeup and singing lotus picking."
Facing such a beautiful scenery, Zhao Ling couldn't help but burst into poetry, stroking the soft white hair of the little fox in hee arms, and reciting a few verses casually.
Xiaojiao slightly opened her blue eyes, called Zhao Ling twice, then closed her eyes and went to sleep.
This little thing was not a fox at all, but a cat. How could she be so lazy. Zhao Ling tugged at its ears in disbelief, causing the little fox to raise his claws to protest in dissatisfaction.
Zhao Ling grabbed then its short legs, the blue-eyed spirit fox couldn't move, and could only stare at her sadly, panting heavily, with an aggrieved look on her face.
"Giggle..." Zhao Ling couldn't help laughing out loud. This little thing was so cute.
