Huanghuang seemed to understand what she said, so he closed his eyes, and his erect ears fell down softly, sticking to his forehead.

Luo Qiao took a deep breath and patted his chest.

There are some clothes hanging in the closet, all men's clothes, probably Nangong Huang's.

Luo Qiao closed the closet door, squatted down, and opened the door below.

She guessed correctly, there were several quilts in this closet.

Luo Qiao took out two thin quilts and closed the closet door.

Holding the quilt in her arms, she tiptoed back to Nangong Huang and gently covered him with the quilt.

Then, she hugged another quilt and walked to the innermost corner of the room, the farthest place from Huanghuang, wanting to sleep there.

Luo Qiao just lay down and then sat up uneasily.

Looking at Huanghuang at the door and then at Nangong Huang who was sleeping soundly, she hesitated for a long time and finally changed her mind, hugging the quilt and rubbing herself next to Nangong Huang.

She gently took two mats, spread them about a meter away from Nangong Huang, and lay on them.

Although she is not as afraid of Huanghuang as she was at the beginning, her innate fear of dogs cannot be eliminated in a short time.

She is still safer staying with the dog's owner, Nangong Huang.

Luo Qiao raised his head and glanced at Huanghuang at the door. He saw that Huanghuang was still sleeping on his stomach as before, motionless, and said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry, I don't dare to cover you with a quilt. You are wearing

Fur coat, it won't be cold. Don't come to our place to keep warm. Good night."

Luo Qiao said good night to Huang Huang and finally lay down on the mat with determination.

She was tired and sleepy, and her body felt like it was falling apart. She wanted to rest for a long time. No matter, sleeping was a big problem, even if there was a dog next to her, she couldn't care about it.

Once a person relaxes, his consciousness becomes blurred.

The last thing Lojo thought about was that sleeping on a mat was as comfortable as a bed.

When Luo Qiao regained hazy consciousness, she felt warm next to her, and her arms seemed to be holding something.

She didn't think about what happened last night for a moment, and thought she was sleeping at home, holding her stuffed bear in her arms.

She likes to sleep with her little bear.

The little bear is actually very big, almost half the size of a human, plush, soft, and very comfortable to hold.

Luo Qiao habitually lifted one leg and placed it on the stuffed bear.

She seemed to hear someone snort softly.

Huh? Luo Qiao thought vaguely, how could there be anyone in her room?

Oh, by the way, her family has moved to a private house in a small alley, which is not soundproofed. Maybe it is the sound made by pedestrians passing by outside the window.

Luo Qiao closed his eyes and kissed the little bear in his arms on the face, and said in a sleepy voice: "Bear Bear, good morning."

She heard someone snort again.

Luo Qiao's consciousness became a little clearer than before, and she finally realized that something was wrong.

Xiong Xiong's face was plush, and his whole body was plush. However, the place she just kissed was obviously very smooth, with no hair at all.

Luo Qiao wanted to open her eyes to take a look, but her eyelids were still heavy and she couldn't open them.

She closed her eyes and touched the "thing" she was holding with her hands.

Wherever she touched it, it was smooth, soft and felt good. When she touched it further, she felt short hairs.

Huh? Bear's fur is not that hard.
Chapter completed!