The air was fresh and the sun was just right on a suspension vehicle bound for the scientific research institute. Wen Jin lay on a small cold table, looking seriously at DeWitt's big hand that was pointing back and forth on the light screen.
The palm is huge, with slender and powerful knuckles. When the light screen is turned over, the veins on the back of the hand will slightly bulge, showing the trajectory of strength. Wen Jin looked at it, and couldn't help but move her eyes following the movement of the other party's fingers, and couldn't help thinking about the situation in her mind --- the two words "and it" that DeWitt said before.
Thinking of such a strong hand holding the dark mosaic in the picture he saw that day... Wen Jin felt her heart beating fast, and felt those pictures rushing into her mind one after another uncontrollably, almost His whole head was full.
Wen Jin tried to cut it off, but it was useless.
His mind was completely occupied by colored pictures, and Wen Jin felt that he was about to develop those pictures into animations. At this point, the little fox quietly raised his eyelids and looked at DeWitt.
This action was supposed to be magnanimous, but in conjunction with those scenes, Wen Jin inexplicably shrank a little, and pressed her paws nervously on the metal table.
"How long do you want to watch?" Just as Wen Jin's eyes drifted past, DeWitt's gaze, which was still staring at the light screen, turned to Wen Jin at some point. There is a faint smile.
Wen Jin's neck got stuck, she turned her head away, and refused to admit it, "I didn't look at it."
"Oh." DeWitt has long been familiar with Wen Jin's character, and casually reached out to touch Mao's head, but the movement of that hand was hastily avoided by Wen Jin, who had been uncomfortable all morning.
DeWitt took in all his reaction and squinted his eyes, "That picture shocked you a lot."
"... Aww!" Seeing that he mentioned the picture again, Wen Jin patted on the metal table with some displeasure, and finally felt that this action was not manly enough, so she puffed up her chest and said confidently, "Who said it was shocking, a little No, I've seen that scene tens of thousands of times!"
The senior little yellow fox will never allow the stupid old man to tease him with this matter!
DeWitt glanced at the little fox on the desktop, responded very flatly, turned his gaze back to the light screen, and ticked off a file casually.
Wen Jin, who had just finished his big talk, was looking forward to DeWitt's surprised expression, so that he could let the flow take its course and change the person he loved before.
However, this guy's reaction was so boring... Just when Wen Jin was a little disappointed, DeWitt, who was looking at the light screen, suddenly asked a question.
"Did you do it?"
When the two words popped out suddenly, Wen Jin hadn't reacted yet, and stared blankly at DeWitt for a while, then a rush of enthusiasm rushed straight to his forehead, he stood up from the table suddenly, Claw stepped forward, "What nonsense are you talking---"
Before he finished speaking, he felt the suspension vehicle tremble suddenly. Wen Jin was standing on the slippery metal surface, but Wen Jin's claws couldn't hold it firmly for a while, and the whole fox leaned forward---
DeWitt reacted quickly, and immediately stretched out a hand to catch Wen Jin
Unexpectedly, he came into close contact with the pair of big hands that made him dream all morning. Wen Jin froze and was about to jump away, but DeWitt on the other end stretched out his hands to wrap his belly without saying a word, and put him into his arms.
While hugging, DeWitt frowned, "Why is it so cold?"
Wen Jin, who was still trying to struggle at first, stopped moving her four paws stabbed by such a sentence, and after a while, she took the initiative to rub against DeWitt's arms.
"The beasts have fur, and most of them keep warmer than humans." DeWitt said while covering Wen Jin's belly with his hands, transferring the heat from his body, and said with a frown, "But you are so afraid of the cold."
Surrounded by the warmth, Wen Jin narrowed her eyes comfortably, and didn't care about DeWitt's outstretched hand. Hearing what the man said, he wagged his tail and replied casually, "That's because I was frozen before. "So the root of the disease has fallen.
DeWitt's hand touching Wen Jin's belly paused slightly, and paused the work on the light screen, "Huh?"
Few people would ask about this matter, the main reason is that Wen Jin seldom showed fear of the cold. When he was in the Great Desolate Continent, he used to carry fever spells everywhere. Except for the master, no one seemed to know about it. .
It's okay if Xiaowei wants to know, Wen Jin thought, anyway, he won't harm him.
"When I was a child." Wen Jin licked the fur of his paws, "Someone wanted to catch me and eat it. For better results, they threw me into a cold pool for a few days, and then it was like this. It never got better."
In fact, it was for medicine. At that time, Wen Jin’s last relative, his only little sister, had just passed away. He was wandering around the world alone. His snow-white fur and unusual animal behavior attracted the attention of a certain big family, and then he was killed. The patriarch of that family was arrested.
Throwing him into the snow lake was to give birth to his demon pill. For human monks, the demon pill is the supreme treasure. One can be fixed for a hundred years. It has been fought for by monks since ancient times, and there are more or less legends in the mortal world. .
DeWitt's expression changed when he heard the words, his eyes darkened, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Jin was taken aback when he licked his paws, and smacked his lips, "I'm so powerful, how could it hurt." He didn't lie, the whole fox has been numb after being frozen for such a long time, and he can feel the biting cold every day, his whole body Even the blood is cold, how can I feel the pain.
However, when Master found out about that incident, he just took him to find someone and asked him if it hurt, and DeWitt was the first one.
"Where's that person?" After a moment of silence, DeWitt asked in a cold voice.
He doesn't believe what Wen Jin said doesn't hurt, but it's useless if he doesn't believe it. The little fox has always been stubborn. Since he said it doesn't hurt, it is impossible to retract his preface.
Hearing this, Wen Jin kicked her hind paws, stuck out her pink tongue and made a grimace, "Damn it, when he was sixty years old, he finally practiced the inner alchemy, and I dug it up."
After saying this, Wen Jin paused her tail, raised her face to look at DeWitt: "Isn't it a bit cruel?"
"Not at all," DeWitt said sincerely.
Wen Jin shook her tail, narrowed her eyes and laughed for a while, and was about to speak, when she suddenly felt something, froze, glanced in the direction of DeWitt's lower abdomen, and then narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. Eyes, always feel like something is not quite right.
So subconsciously, Wen Jin wanted to move a little towards DeWitt's lower abdomen, stepped on a new place with her two little paws, and stared at DeWitt's abdomen curiously for a long time.
I haven't watched it for a few days, and there is something new about this guy's inner alchemy? Wen Jin blinked her eyes, the restless way of aura didn't seem to be affected by anything... A light flashed in her eyes.
When Wen Jin was thinking, the space inside the floating car also became quiet. And just when Wen Jin finally saw something about DeWitt's lower abdomen, a somewhat hoarse voice suddenly came from above his head.
"past."
"... oh?" Wen Jin was stunned for a moment, and when she raised her head, she saw that DeWitt's eyes fell down at some point, and unlike before, she always looked at him with a bit of softness. Er'er's eyes were full of oppression, as if he could swallow Wen Jin whole.
Wen Jin froze for a moment, and stepped on her paws a little at a loss.
After Wen Jin finished this subconscious action, he suddenly realized something, because the touch under the paw was very strange, it was obviously soft when he stepped on it, but now it is a bit hard...
Wen Jin lowered her head in a daze, and at the same time, the hard feeling became clearer.
Seeing that Wen Jin not only didn't leave, but lowered his head to look at it, DeWitt was almost laughed at by him. He reached out and licked the little guy's paw, biting his words hard, "Want to take responsibility?"
"... Aww!" Wen Jin pushed back several steps abruptly, gave DeWitt a hard look, and wiped his paw vigorously on his thigh, "Who is responsible for what you say nonsense?"
Staring at Wen Jin's eyes seriously for a while, the thin body in the dream flashed through his mind, and the heat in his lower abdomen became stronger, "No nonsense."
As soon as the four words were finished, DeWitt hooked the corners of his lips again, "Sooner or later."