"Aoou" With a howl, as if to pump itself up, Xiaoqi exerted a burst of force, balancing only on its two hind legs, lifting both front paws at the same time, and vigorously pushed away Qinghe's hand from its ears.
"Hehe," Qinghe couldn't help but burst into laughter as she watched the wolf's head sway unstably, its paws reaching towards its own ears—utterly adorable. Qinghe cooperated, letting her hand slide away as if it had been swept aside by its paws.
"Aoou," like winning a battle, Xiaoqi excitedly called out, circling around the rock Qinghe was sitting on; its tail occasionally flicked towards her.
Seeing its actions, Qinghe's heart nearly melted. These little guys had been her precious family for sixteen years.
Watching the tail that kept swishing towards her, a mischievous smile flashed in Qinghe's eyes. She reached out and grabbed its tail, forcing Xiaoqi to stop in its tracks.
