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 a busy afternoon, my arms still have some pantothenic acid.
After taking a shower, Feng Qian let go of her hair and pinned the strawberry hairpin on top of her head.
After drinking a glass of hot milk before going to bed, Feng Qian took off her shoes and went to bed.
Raindrops hit the window with a small sound.
Feng Qian blinked his eyes and raised his hand to turn off the light.
It's raining again.
The weather may have been so cloudy and rainy recently.
Feng Qian didn't think much about it, she lay down on the bed with the quilt over her body, her arms exposed, and her pillow on the thin quilt.
Not long after, there was a thumping sound in the air.
Like something was hitting the door.
Feng Qian frowned.
The girl moved out of the bed and raised her hand to turn on the light.
Feng Qian tilted her head to look at the bedroom door and listened carefully to the sound.
The sound didn't come from the door, but from the balcony.
The thumping sound will sound again after a while.
Fengqian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the balcony with his slippers on.
Pulling back the curtains, Feng Qian turned on the lights on the balcony, and then looked up.
Outside the glass baffle, a furry creature huddled into a ball. After a while, it would raise its claws and knock on the glass a few times, with a somewhat lazy movement.
The sound of dong dong was made by this little guy.
In the open air outside the balcony, the drizzle drifted in obliquely and wet the little guy's snow-white hair.
The wind pushed open the glass baffle.
The fluffy little white ball raised its small head, and its dark eyes were like two round obsidian, shining brightly.
The little guy glanced at the girl, then lowered his little head, put his paws on the ground, and shrank lazily into a ball.
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 in the head.
The other party's head turned to the side and ducked.
Feng Qian suddenly felt very interesting.
This little guy actually has the breath of His Highness's fragments.
Just a little light.
Feng Qian pondered, could it be that Shi Bai's pet, because he was often held in his arms, was contaminated with the breath of His Highness's fragments?
This plane should be a normal plane, right?
Feng Qian was suddenly a little uncertain.
She stretched out her hands and picked up the little white ball.
One man and one beast face each other.
"Uh……"
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, the round one, and it was not clear what species it was.
Now, it can be seen.
A few strands of rain drifted in, Feng Qian stood up holding the little fox, holding it with one hand and pushing the glass shutter back with the other.
Feng Qian carried the little fox to the bedroom.
Oddly enough, the water beads on the little fox's fur seem to have dried up.
Fengqian sat on the bed and put the fox on his lap.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Qian discovered that this little fox's hair was pure white, with almost no stray hairs, and the color was pure white.
Those dark eyes are also very aura.
However, it looks a little lazy.
After lying on her lap, she crawls and her hairy head droops down. Eyes narrowed.
The wind smoothed the fox's fur, and the little fox also enjoyed it lazily, making a few pleasant purrs.
Very comfortable look.
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 Shi Bai, she might have decided that the fox was a fragment of this plane.