Chapter 1142 The Beast World (41)

The wolf was very warm, so warm that her whole body felt warm, like a fish in the water, so comfortable that the pores all over her body seemed to be opened, and her whole body was screaming the word comfort.

The elf quickly fell asleep again, hugging her big wolf heartlessly.

In the dream, she seemed to be lying in Mussel's arms. Mussel held her and touched her head gently.

He seemed to say something in her ear, his voice was very low.

It was so low that she didn't want her to hear it. The sound was clearly right next to her ear, but she tried hard to hear it, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

In the end, the man only kissed her gently on the cheek.

The deep wheat-colored face and light blue eyes hid emotions that she couldn't understand.

His palm was rough, and when it touched her face, it felt like it had been polished by sand.

"Musel..." She couldn't help but say.

The muscular man with a bare chest looked at her quietly, seemingly smiling slightly.

The temperature on his body was very high, unusually high.

He hugged her and kissed her cheek gently.

They kissed each other, as if they were performing some kind of pious ceremony.

The little girl's cheeks turned slightly red from his feather-soft kiss, and her heart seemed to tremble.

The area where she had been kissed was numb, as if she had been electrocuted. Although nothing was left behind, she could not help but feel red and hot.

She subconsciously touched the place where she was kissed, and opened her lips slightly, wanting to say something.

But the next second, before she could react, a huge wolf appeared and threw her to the ground.

The strong and powerful aura came overwhelmingly, and Silver Wolf pressed her to the ground and licked her for a long time, as if marking something.

"...Musel!"

How is this big wolf like a dog?!

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The next morning, the elf woke up on time according to the biological clock.

When she woke up, the wolf beside her was still sleeping, bending his body and enveloping her completely in his arms.

The big tail also covered her body without moving.

The elf blinked his moist eyes, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to raise his hand and smell his own scent.

...smell nothing.

She didn't know if it was because it was around, but now she could only smell its unique wolf breath, overwhelming, as if the entire air was filled with its scent.

It couldn't be said to be unpleasant, but the smell was too strong, so strong that she always had a weird feeling in her heart.

The elf lay quietly in the silver wolf's arms for a while, then slowly got up and pushed its big tail away.

I consciously walked to the small pool, picked up the soft cloth hanging on the stone wall, wiped my face and washed myself.

The small body squatted by the small pool, and the back view was quite pleasing.

The beautiful silver wolf lying on the straw mat seemed to have opened his eyelids and glanced at her.

Then, it lazily closed again.

The tail flicked, and the snow-white tail landed lightly on the little girl's little mat.

Silent and breathless.

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"Hey! Little elf! You smell so bad!"

The little squirrel was holding a pine cone on a branch, screaming in terror.

The elf who was quietly picking flowers under the tree was stunned when he heard this and looked up at it in confusion.

Dazed and confused, her face was as beautiful as an extremely fragile little flower.

"Casper, what are you talking about? Why do I stink?"

As she spoke, she puffed her cheeks slightly, feeling unhappy.
Chapter completed!