Impatience flashed in the Black Wolf King's amber eyes, and it let out a low WHINE.
It was complaining that Mo Lingwei had played dead, scaring its dear Ningning and making her cry.
A look of joy washed over Shen Ningning's face. With a swipe of her small hand, she wiped away her tears and snot.
"Brother, you're alive! I'm so glad!" She reached out and cradled his head, letting him rest it on her lap.
The moment Shen Ningning touched him, she felt the temperature of his body. He was as cold as ice.
Mo Lingwei's body was terribly stiff, but upon seeing Shen Ningning, he completely forgot about the pain.
"Don't cry so hard. I'm not going to die." He reached out to wipe away her tears.
He hadn't realized, however, that his hand had picked up some black, burnt ash from somewhere.
When he went to wipe her small face, not only did he fail to clear away the tears, but he also smeared her cheeks until they were as black as the bottom of a pot.
The Black Wolf King: ...
