Chapter 73 Seventy-three wolfs

The tip of his nose hit Mr. Big Bad Wolf's quite hard shoulders. Ruan Qiuqiu felt the tip of his nose sore, and physiological tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

She was tightly wrapped around her waist by his big tail, and she couldn't react.

Was she... pressed into her arms by Mr. Big Bad Wolf?

His eyes were blurred, and after Ruan Qiuqiufa responded, he was a little at a loss.

Her forehead was against his shoulders, and the red robe was furry, making her forehead and heart itchy. She didn't know whether her arms should be pressed on his thighs and back like this, or whether they were stiff and hanging. She subconsciously said his name in a panic.

"…Yuan, Yuan Jue?"

After discovering that a wolf seemed to be trembling a little, Ruan Qiuqiu bit her lower lip and slowly asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

She only felt that the wolf tail that wrapped around her waist was even harder, but it would not make her feel very painful.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf seemed to be trying his best to restrain something, and his tail tip was almost rolling up.

The crying wolf's tears seemed to have not stopped, and it fell down to the side of her neck, making Ruan Qiuqiu subconsciously shrink.

She wanted to look up at Yuan Jue's expression, and as soon as she moved, her shoulder was gently stroked.

A wolf's big palm pressed her shoulder lightly, and the hoarse voice was filled with emotions that Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't understand. It came from a place not far above her ear, like a strong wine that had just been opened, which made her ears red.

“…Be good, don’t move.”

Ruan Qiuqiu: “…”

A wolf's voice was obviously still a bit of a loathing cry, but her hands and feet were a little weak, as if she had been removed from her strength and could not lift her head any longer.

Her nose slightly rubbed Mr. Big Wolf's clothes, and she didn't move anymore, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Her thoughts were a little erratic, and tears fell down his neck, sliding across her collarbone, making Ruan Qiuqiu tremble with some sensitivity.

Yuan Jue could no longer control himself, and he stroked her other hand and hugged her tighter.

Ruan Qiuqiu was forced to bury her whole face in his arms, and she was almost breathless.

She knew that Mr. Little Bad Wolf was a little crybaby, but she didn't expect that so many years have passed, Mr. Big Wolf...

Her face was very red, and she felt her posture was particularly awkward. Her arms were a little uncomfortable. The hot air she breathed sprayed on Yuan Jue, causing the wolf to shake sensitively several times.

Ruan Qiuqiu's face turned red, and she called him in a muffled voice.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf seemed to realize what he had just done. He gradually came back to his senses from the surging emotions, and a layer of mist filled his bloody eyes.

He gently let go of the little lady in his arms, and Yue Ju's big tail slowly loosened.

Yuan Jue's wide palms trembled slightly, making his voice sound gentle as much as possible.

He said softly, "I'm sorry."

But the sound was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and it was painful.

Ruan Qiuqiu returned to his normal sitting position and gasped for a moment. When he heard his apology like this, a strange pain came from his heart.

She tried hard to cover up the feeling of depression in her heart for some reason, and tried to raise her head easily, wanting Feng Qingyun to say "It's okay", but she looked up at Yuan Jue's expression, but forgot her words for a moment.

His expression looked so sad, and tears kept surging from the corners of his eyes.

"……sorry."

Mr. Big Bad Wolf's thin lips moved slightly, his eyes were red, and his long dark hair became a little messy for some reason.

He stretched out his big palm, gently buckled Ruan Qiuqiu's wrist bit by bit, pursed his lips, and used his thick fingertips to constantly rub the invisible mark on her wrist.

Ruan Qiuqiu then realized that Mr. Big Bad Wolf was not apologizing for holding her out.

The feeling of loss in my heart disappeared little by little. Ruan Qiuqiu felt so embarrassing for the first time, but her cheeks slowly warmed up uncontrollably.

"..." Ruan Qiuqiu shook a little, as if he was defending his sensitivity, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, the wolf hasn't answered me yet, can you see something in your eyes?"

She smiled, and just raised her hand to help Mr. Big Bad Wolf wipe her tears when she heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Madam... are you very tired?"

When he was in demonization and was not awake, she had already faced so many things alone.

Even, because of him, he was almost injured by Qing Ruyi.

His little wife knew that all the monster wanted was his heart, but she still didn't leave him.

He did not give up on him like the countless humans and demons in his life.

She must be very hard, very tired.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf's eyes were still red. It was rare that he had no concealment. He tried hard to bend his eyes, but the corners of his lips continued to fall, making his expression look particularly fierce.

Ruan Qiuqiu didn't expect that he would suddenly say this, and was stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously shook his head.

She wanted to say she was not tired, but looking at his expression, for some reason, her heart gradually became sore, and her eyes gradually became blurred. Later, her voice was choked and she couldn't say a word.

She thought she was very strong and would never give up no matter what kind of difficulties she faced.

But from the day when the Wind Lion Tribe was used as a tool man and replaced with salt stone, the situation has been much worse than she thought. Those panic and fears that were suddenly chased by monsters were not like smoke, and there was no trace left after they dissipated.

She was indeed a little scared.

At first, I was afraid that he was a bad wolf.

Gradually, I was afraid that he would not be able to get better and that he would die.

I was also afraid that I would not be able to hold on any longer, so I died with him in this winter.

But when these fears and fatigue really came out of Mr. Big Bad Wolf's mouth, Ruan Qiuqiu felt that she was not that tired either.

She blinked her sour eyes, but a wolf's finger had already stroked the corner of her eyes.

Although his tears were even worse than hers, the wolf helped her wipe her tears with great gentleness.

"...The wolf is getting better soon, the wolf will protect you."

Yuan Jue said softly, but seemed to have poured all his courage into it.

He didn't know whether Qiuqiu was responsible for himself or a sense of dependence on shared hardships, or that he did not dare to ask for it, fearing that he would lose her deep attachment and deep love as soon as he spoke.

He knew what he was now.

Sometimes, Yuan Jue couldn't help but wonder, why didn't he meet her before the beast tide arrived?

Or, why didn't he work harder or harder before?

In that way, at least he could stand in front of her with all his limbs.

He would not have to sneak in this way, but only dare to use his demonic consciousness to peek at her appearance.

He narrowed his narrow eyes that were a little uncomfortable with the shaking spots, and was as quiet as a painting with blood.

Yuan Jue's promise was swift and enthusiastic, and the cold and awkward wolf seemed to have become the shy but honest little wolf in the memory world again.

Ruan Qiuqiu's heart was soft and warm, and she couldn't help laughing.

She was rarely close to him. Looking at the outline of Mr. Big Bad Wolf, which was much deeper than when she was young, her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

No matter how dull Ruan Qiuqiu realized—

Her feeling about the wolf in front of her was not just an ordinary friend or comrade.

She still felt clear and elegant when she looked at his scarred face. She felt sensitive when touched by him gently. When he suddenly pressed it in his arms, her first reaction was not to struggle but to be shy...

A thought suddenly flashed in her mind, like a rainbow splitting the mountain torrents and rain, making her react to something.

She probably didn't know when she started to gradually get to this snail wolf...

Ruan Qiuqiu's heart beat very quickly, and the places he touched were hotter than other places.

Ruan Qiuqiu was a little excited and embarrassed about his words to protect her. She thought for a while before responding softly, "...well."

She didn't understand why she suddenly became very nervous, and she was also very strange. She raised her hand and gently grabbed Yuan Jue's palm, and began to try to speak more to relieve her nervousness.

"...Why, will your eyes be uncomfortable? I knitted some wool lines in the afternoon..." Ruan Qiuqiu was a little stuttering. She originally wanted to call Mr. Big Bad Wolf's husband.

But when she realized her different feelings, she couldn't speak.

After all, she didn't know what Yuan Jue felt about her being forced to his wife.

Ruan Qiuqiu stammered for a long time, finally sighed and asked, "Will it be better to blindfold your eyes?"

After she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong, and she covered her eyes with soft wool lines, which sounded like some kind of indescribable prelude.

Ruan Qiuqiu's face was terrible. She hurriedly explained, "I have no other intention..."

But the wolf, who had no experience or even theoretical experience, had no idea what she was thinking. She thought her was meaningless, but was afraid that she would misunderstand her eyes and dislike him. She did not object. She just said in a cold voice, "I listen to my wife."

Ruan Qiuqiu: “…”

She felt her face turn redder, why can this wolf say such seductive words seriously?

Is this a talent to some extent?

Ruan Qiuqiu took out a piece of white wool that he wore in the afternoon, two fingers wide and half a meter long from his backpack, and hesitated for a moment, "...I'm going to start?"

Mr. Big Bad Wolf nodded reservedly and said that he was ready.

Ruan Qiuqiu: "..." She tried hard to suppress the thoughts in her heart that seemed to be doing something bad to this wolf, slowly lifted his hair away, and gently wrapped the wool line around his eyes.
To be continued...