About half an hour ago.

Dongli Xiaozhu.

In the north room, in front of the bookshelf in the corner.

An injured little fox demon was curled up and leaning against the bookshelf, holding his knees with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, choking silently.

At this time, there was a slight sound and the door was pushed open from the outside.

At the door, a slender figure in white appeared, paused for a moment at the door, and then walked into the house.

"Stupid girl, why are you crying?"

A very familiar voice that Su Xiaoxiao heard in her dream last night suddenly sounded.

Her body was like a piece of broken window paper, swaying violently in the strong wind.

The next second, the little fox demon shrank down tremblingly, but did not dare to look back.

At this time, Zhao Rong, wearing a white gown, walked to the bookshelf.

On the way, he looked around the circle room and found no suspicious signs of what had happened in the Shura Field, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Rong walked to the squatting little fox demon, faced her face to face, and squatted down.

"Stupid girl, stop crying. Who bullied you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at a book lying on the ground next to him that seemed to have fallen from a bookshelf, and a certain letter peeking out of a corner of the book's pages.

Looks a bit familiar... someone whispered in his heart.

Facing the visitor and the familiar face so close, Su Xiaoxiao's body trembled subconsciously, and then she leaned back.

At this time, she was holding the ground behind her with one hand, and covering her mouth with the other hand, suppressing her sobs.

A pair of fox eyes that were originally cute and charming have become red and swollen from crying.

The little fox demon from Qiantang Mountain had trembling shoulders, widened his eyes, covered his mouth and stared at Zhao Rong without replying.

She just stared blankly at the face of the bad guy in front of her that had been haunting her dreams for months.

Zhao Rong felt a little helpless when he saw that this stupid girl was in a daze and didn't speak.

After experiencing the somewhat unexpected welcoming ceremony outside Hanjing City a few days ago, he had been tired enough of dealing with various forces in Hanjing these past few days to prepare for the ceremony of enshrining himself.

Well, the most important thing is the young woman wearing a phoenix robe sitting on the dragon chair at the highest point of Dali. Dealing with her is a bit exhausting... There are also some other matters related to cultivation. He has been busy for several days and now he has time.

I went back to the academy to do some important things, and I spent half a day and one night on the Yunhai ferry, but why did I encounter these things as soon as I came back?

But...it's good to be back.

It's okay for a man to be tired and miserable, as long as the red flag at home doesn't fall and the colorful flags flutter outside... Zhao Rong laughed at himself and pouted.

At this time, looking at a pair of fox eyes that were red and swollen from crying, Zhao Rong leaned over, stared at Su Xiaoxiao, and said seriously:

"Xiaoxiao, what's going on? Tell me first. Who bullied you? Well, it couldn't be me. Well, tell me what's going on first, and then... listen to my excuses."

Someone's tone was serious, but in the past, the smiling little fox demon was happy to be coaxed by his lover, and this time he was not easily amused.

Zhao Rong saw that Su Xiaoxiao still didn't speak and was still looking at him infatuatedly. He pursed his lips, then looked aside slightly and gently opened the miscellaneous books on the ground next to him.

As the letters came into view, a familiar, quiet orchid fragrance entered his nose again. The young student squatting next to the injured little fox demon couldn't help but pat his forehead.

This is a case solved. Thank you so much Zhu Yourong.

No, by the way, why do you write a letter so fragrantly?

At this moment, Zhao Rong put the letter back into the daily notebook with a calm expression, then took the book and stood up suddenly.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were red and swollen, and the two lines of clear tears gradually stopped flowing. It seemed that she could no longer squeeze out the tears. Her two little fragrant shoulders were shaking and hiccupping. She covered her mouth and followed him with eyes.

Actions.

Zhao Rong was thin and slender. He raised his hand slightly and stuffed the miscellaneous book that seemed to have caused trouble back into its original position in the highest gap on the bookshelf. All these actions were done in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

"Wuwuwu..." A certain little fox demon cried more violently, but all the tears had already been shed, and he could only cry in a choked voice, burping loudly.

.

Her somewhat hoarse, nasal voice was filled with extreme grievances, heartbreaking self-pity and sorrow for wronging her beloved.

Su Xiaoxiao burst into tears and couldn't hold her mouth shut with her hands.

"Whoa whoa whoa-!"

She suddenly buried her head and never wanted to see him again.

Zhao Rong clapped his hands with a normal expression, continued to squat down, and shamelessly moved his head in front of Su Xiaoxiao, trying to take a look at her buried face.

He also nudged her with his forehead.

Like a little pig holding the cabbage in the water.

The next second, the situation between the two people under the bookshelf suddenly changed.

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly took out his hand and pushed him hard.

Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed her two small hands with his big hands, leaned forward with his tall body, and hugged Su Xiaoxiao tightly in his arms.

The little fox demon who didn't react subconsciously struggled hard and twisted its small body.

Zhao Rong is no longer the powerless scholar he once was. Especially in the past few days, he has made breakthroughs. Therefore, he is stronger than her and can hug Su Xiaoxiao completely.

The little fox demon's soft breasts and Zhao Rong's strong chest were pressed tightly together without any gaps.

The faces are also touching each other, noses are touching noses.

Their foreheads bumped together slightly loudly.

The other person's breath is right in front of you.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

When Su Xiaoxiao reacted, he had already half-thrown him down on the floor under the bookshelf, and was hugged tightly.

She bit her lip and pushed Zhao Rong with her hands, struggling hard.

Zhao Rong cut her hands behind her back and held her tightly.

But the little fox demon was surprisingly disobedient this time, unlike the usual temper tantrums.

She bumped Zhao Rong's forehead with her forehead, and even got so anxious that she tried to bite his nose.

However, the next second, Zhao Rong made an action that Su Xiaoxiao never expected.

Next to the bright sunny window in the morning, on the ground at the foot of a rickety bookshelf that had been knocked down, a young Confucian scholar was half pressing and half hugging a fox-eyed girl with grinning teeth. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

At this moment, time seemed to have stood still.

Just like the stuck scene, Su Xiaoxiao's expression was frozen at the previous second.

Zhao Rong kissed her hard.

Su Xiaoxiao trembled all over, wondering how she had ever met such an enemy and bad guy in her life, and was bullied to death by him.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and the next moment, her sharp teeth bit down.

Bite Zhao Rong's lips, Zhao Rong's tongue, Zhao Rong's teeth.

Why did this bad guy bully her?

She bites them all!

It's like trying to bite back all the grievances.

However, when the little fox demon felt that his mouth was filled with the taste of rust, his rust taste.

Zhao Rong was still kissing her passionately, showing no signs of letting go, and allowed her to bite her randomly.

The air between the two hugging people became quiet for a while.

Su Xiaoxiao bit it angrily again.

Zhao Rong responded with a passionate kiss.

Kiss her hard.

Under the bookshelf, the two people fell to the ground and hugged each other, entangled endlessly.

Time passes minute by minute.

During this period, Su Xiaoxiao pushed his forehead hard, pushed his chest, beat him on the head, and kicked him in the stomach.

However, it was all to no avail.

Zhao Rong still kissed him painfully.

Even later, she let go of her hand, and Su Xiaoxiao continued to kick and beat her.

It seemed that as long as she was still in his arms and allowed to be kissed, that would be enough.

Being so helpless, the little fox demon began to lose power gradually.

Slowly.
To be continued...