Chapter 47: She Wants to Be Nice to Stupid Dog (7)
Seeing that the dog's eyes in front of him were dimming little by little, the corners of Qingyin's mouth lifted imperceptibly, and after being quiet for a while, he slowly added, ".... I like it though. β
As soon as the words fell, the dog on the sofa stiffened, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the woman, and a pair of warm blood pupils widened.
The woman smiled, stretched out her hand and pinched the hairy face of the man in front of her, and was about to continue to speak out to appease, when the next moment, a touch of surprise slipped in the woman's eyes.
Feeling the warm and soft hair in the palm of his hand, the light sound was suddenly startled.
It seems that he didn't expect that the beast hair on the man's face that looks black and does not slip away will feel so good, after a pause in the light sound's hand, he couldn't help but touch the animal hair on the man's forehead again, and when he felt that the soft and supple hair was as good as the one she raised in the 23rd century, the light in the light sound eyes was even brighter.
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Absolutely proper humanoid dogs!!
It's a little ugly, but the feeling of sleeping with it must be super good!!
The light sound eyes were bright, and the delicate fingers subconsciously stroked the hairy forehead of the person in front of him, over and over again, and in the end, he even stroked and gently scratched with his fingers, as if he was scratching the itch for the dog's head.
Night Jin Ze: "........"
"Shhh
Qingyin suddenly took a cold breath, and the hand that was scratching the dog's head hurriedly retracted like an electric shock.
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How could she have forgotten that her finger was hurting!
In order to prevent the old man's corpse from being in the garbage heap, she had to carry the old man to the recognized corpse raising ground in the slum, tied some thick tree roots together to make a small wooden shovel temporarily, and found a remote place to dig a soil pit out.
The soil in the cemetery was so soft that she didn't have too much trouble digging it up, but even so, her hand was inevitably punctured by some small stones in the soil.
Ye Jin Ze's complexion changed suddenly when he heard this, and he almost grabbed the woman's hand to him, looked down carefully, his eyes were flustered, ".... What's wrong? Did I get the sound hurt? β
As soon as the dog's words came out, the light voice couldn't help laughing, "Of course not." β
Come on!
The dog's fur is so soft that you can't stop it, okay!
How could it hurt her hand?
After a pause, Qingyin withdrew his hand, turned around and dragged out the medicine box placed under the coffee table, opened the medicine box and began to look for disinfectant alcohol, "..... I didn't see the road clearly on the road, and I accidentally fell, so my hand was injured by a stone, don't worry, it's just a small injury. β
As he spoke, he took out the alcohol bottle in the medicine box in the light voice, and was about to use a cotton swab to carefully disinfect himself, when a pair of furry hands suddenly appeared in front of him, and he grabbed the cotton swab box in his hand along with the alcohol bottle on the coffee table.
Qingyin looked at it in surprise, only to see that the person on the sofa was blinking at himself with warm red eyes and looking at him pitifully, and his tone was full of caution, ".... IβCan I help Yinyin with her wound? β
The light voice was stunned for a moment, and nodded involuntarily.
Seeing this, Ye Jin Ze hurriedly moved his body to the side of the sofa, and the next moment he gently patted the vacant seat beside him, and looked at the woman with red eyes.
The corners of Qingyin's mouth hooked, got up and sat next to the dog, turned sideways, and without waiting for the dog to speak, he obediently stretched out his hands in front of the dog.