[Since the beginning of the article, except for the small theater at the end of the chapter, I haven't written a fan~ After being strongly requested, this time to meet the needs of young readers~]

The year he picked her up, he was twelve.

A small snow-white mass curled up at his feet, its paws tugging at the corners of his inky clothes, refusing to let go.

The boy doesn't know the demon and thinks it's a kitten.

After bringing it back to Hanling Mountain, he accompanied it day and night by his side and called it "Yan'er".

Yan'er has a lively temperament, and she can't stand the tranquility of the daily book and candle fire, so she often sneaks out of the Hanling Pavilion and has fun in the huge snow of Hanling Mountain.

And every time, Mo Ziran carried her wet back to the Hanling Pavilion and bathed her personally.

Day after day, year after year.

Strange to say, after a few years, the cat's body shape has not changed much, but the fur has grown more smoothly, and the originally round and fleshy face has become pointy, and it does not look like a cat, but more like a young fox.

The young man has also faded away from the immaturity and beauty of the past, and has become more upright and handsome, with a long and jade body.

Yan Er was gradually attracted by beauty, and no longer coveted the snow outside the pavilion, but was often tired of being in his arms.

On that day, the sunrise and snow gradually faded. The thin sunlight hit Mo Ziran's well-defined fingers, and the faint brilliance was as warm as jade.

Yan Er lay lazily on the table, her two snow claws grinding ink for a while.

It seemed to be tired, and the claws were loosened. Ink strips are poured on the inkstone.

Mo Ziran raised her eyes, and what caught her eyes was the very small face, her eyes narrowed, and her mouth opened wide into an O-shape, revealing her small fangs, which was very simple and delicate.

His slender fingers couldn't help but tap the tip of Snow Fox's nose, and when he saw her small head hanging down, he held her chin with his fingers.

She fell asleep on his fingertips.

He continued to practice calligraphy, undisturbed.

However, the days when she could throw herself into his arms without scruples ended on this day.

It's night. She ran out of the Hanling Pavilion in pain and fell on the cold snow, feeling a little comfortable.

In the snowy sky, the body of the snow fox gradually disappeared in the melting snow, and the girl's posture was gradually outlined.

In front of the Hanling Pavilion, the man was dressed in splendid ink and looked at the scene in front of him lightly.

After a long time, he picked up her from her sleepy and cold naked.

Moonlight and stars, he stared at her face. On weekdays, everyone looks at it, but at this moment, the color of the world is like dust.

……

"Yan'er. ”

She opened her eyes. He stood a few feet away, calling to her coldly.

Unlike in the past, when he woke up, he just fished it out, no matter whether she woke up or not, he held her in his arms.

It has never been like now, standing a few meters away, with indifferent eyes and a cold voice.

Yan Er wrapped the ill-fitting clothes on her body tightly, and she was indescribably lost.

It's really sparse, no matter how much she is coquettish, he always keeps a distance from her, and he is a stranger to advance and retreat.

She doesn't have that mana yet, and she turns back into her original body.

Yan Er looked at the snow outside the window, stumbled out, and fell on the ice and snow.

Regardless of the invasion of the cold around her body and the fact that her clothes were almost wet, she lay on the snow and stared at the entrance of the Hanling Pavilion.

Perhaps, as before, he walked out helplessly and carried himself back dotingly.

She smiled, her face like snow lined with ink hair, becoming more and more beautiful and almost demonic.

He came anyway, but picked her up without emotion, and said, "You don't have to be like this. ”

Yan Er grabbed his neck, suddenly, raised his head and kissed him, and then left, her voice was coquettish, "Because men and women don't kiss you, you have avoided me for a year, is it that now I kiss you, and then I am pregnant, you will marry me and go back to the way before?"

Mo Ziran didn't respond, and put her down in front of the bath room, "Go take a bath." ”

Yan Er looked at him pitifully, "You help me wash it like before." ”

Mo Ziran turned around and wanted to leave.

Yan'er couldn't help but stomp on the ground, extremely depressed, and muttered, "What's the matter, the fox is very charming, according to what is written in the book, shouldn't he hold me in his arms and kiss me fiercely at this time." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't have time to turn around when the man grabbed her waist, and then she was put into the tub.

She was about to speak, but she was gagged, and felt the clothes on her body being peeled off and peeled off by her slender cold fingers.

His kiss gradually went down, and his voice was hoarse, "Little fool, you won't get pregnant if you kiss it." ”

She was confused, "What then?"

"I'll teach you. ”