Chapter 982 The Actor Is a Vixen (9)

After Feng Qian returned to the room, he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

After working all afternoon, my arms are still a little pantothenic.

After taking a shower, Feng Qian let down her hair and pinned a strawberry hairpin on top of her head.

After drinking a cup of hot milk before going to bed, Feng Qian took off his shoes and went to bed.

The raindrops made a small sound on the window.

Feng Qian blinked her eyes, raised her hand and turned off the light.

It is raining again.

The weather may have been so cloudy and rainy lately.

Feng Qian didn't think much about it, and lay down on the bed with the quilt covering her body, her arms exposed, and pillowed on the thin quilt.

Not long after, there was a booming sound in the air.

Like something banged on the door.

Feng Qian frowned.

The girl moved out of the bed, raised her hand and turned on the light.

Feng Qian tilted his head to look at the bedroom door, and listened carefully to the sound.

The sound did not come from the door, but from the balcony.

The thud thud will sound again after a while.

Feng Qian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the balcony with her slippers on.

Pulling back the curtain, Feng Qian turned on the balcony light, and then looked up.

Outside the glass baffle, a furry creature huddled into a ball. After a while, it would raise its paws and knock on the glass a few times, with a somewhat lazy gesture.

The sound of dong dong was made by this little guy.

The balcony was open to the air, and the drizzle slanted in and wet the little guy's snow-white hair.

Feng Qian pushed open the glass baffle.

The fluffy little white ball raised its head, and its jet-black eyes were like two round obsidian, shining brightly.

The little guy took a look at the girl, then lowered his head, put his paws on the ground, and curled up lazily.

Feng Qian squatted down.

The girl lowered her head, and a strand of long hair fell from her shoulders.

"What are you?"

Feng Qian stretched out a finger and poked the little white ball's head.

The opponent turned his head to the side and dodged it.

Feng Qian suddenly found it very interesting.

This little guy actually has the aura of His Highness fragments on him.

Just a little light.

Feng Qian wondered, could it be Shibai's pet, because he was often held in his arms, that's why he got the breath of His Highness's fragments?

This plane should be a normal plane, right?

Feng Qian suddenly became a little uncertain.

She stretched out her hands and hugged the little white ball.

One person, one beast, four eyes facing each other.

"Well……"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

"Are you...a fox?"

It does look like a little fox.

Just now the other party shrank into a ball, and the round one couldn't tell what kind it was.

Now it is like this, but it can be seen.

A few wisps of rain drifted in, Feng Qian stood up holding the little fox, holding it with one hand, and pushed back the glass baffle with the other hand.

Feng Qian carried the little fox to the bedroom.

Somewhat oddly, the beads of water on the little fox's fur seemed to have dried.

Feng Qian sat on the bed and put the fox on his lap.

After careful observation, Feng Qian discovered that the fur of this little fox was pure white, with almost no stray hairs, and it had a flawless white color.

Those dark eyes are also very spiritual.

However, it looks a little lazy.

After lying on her lap, she crawled on her stomach, her furry head drooping. Eyes also narrowed.

The wind smoothed the fur of the fox, and the little fox enjoyed it lazily, making a few pleasant purrs.

Looks very comfortable.

Feng Qian felt a little strange, how did it come to her balcony?

The breath on it is also somewhat difficult to explain.

If she hadn't met Shibai, she might have been able to determine that this fox was a fragment of this plane.

Don't even think about abo, the warlords of the Republic of China, and brother soldiers, these are all things that are not allowed to be written on the website.

The interstellar abo written before was ordered to be revised, and the general of the Republic of China was also blocked and could not write any more.

So... we are still in the middle of the law, we can't write, we can only sneak a little bit, it is impossible to be aboveboard.