"Suck, suck, suck~"
Sitting in the driver's seat, Mo Yiqing looked down with a peculiar smile. In her arms lay a little fox on the armrest, its cheeks showing a hint of confusion, raising a paw and exploring the lines on its stomach.
"Ah Qing... your little fox seems to really like my abs? It won't bite me, will it?"
Yu Xueqing looked exasperated, covering her face, "...Xiaolan wouldn't bite you; he admires you now."
"Oh?" Mo Yiqing raised an eyebrow, looking at Yu Xueqing with interest, "What did the little fox say?"
Having lived together in the same dormitory for nearly three years, Mo Yiqing was somewhat aware of Yu Xueqing's ability to understand animal sounds.
Thanks to Yu Xueqing, the rice in Mo Yiqing's experimental field was never visited by sparrows or any small animals.
Those little creatures gave Yu Xueqing a lot of respect.
