Devil President, Don't Bite Me

On the third day, Joey and mexiling didn't leave the Populus euphratica forest because of an uninvited guest - a small sand fox.

When Joey woke up, he saw the little sand fox poking its head behind a Populus euphratica tree. It had a small plush head, big eyes and a small sharp mouth. It was very cute.

She was about to find a way to lead the little sand fox, but moxiling suddenly appeared behind the little sand fox, picked it up and said in a loud voice, "I'll eat it today."

The little sand fox elephant understood mexiling's words, scared his four legs, and his big eyes overflowed with tears. He looked at Joey pitifully.

"Don't eat it," Joey hurriedly ran over and grabbed the little sand fox from moxiling. "The little guy is very poor."

As soon as the little sand fox came to Joey's hand, he put it in her arms. It was far away from mexiling. It was a small beast with natural sensitivity. He knew who could rely on and who would kill it.

Mexiling reached out and grabbed it and threw it on the ground. "Don't hold it. It's dirty."

His complexion was not good. Joey didn't dare to provoke him. He looked at the little sand fox with a helpless expression.

At noon, mexiling still went out to catch some lizards and gerbils and came back to roast them. The mutton can't move and should be saved for the road. What to eat doesn't matter to Joey. As long as it is made by moxiling, she likes to eat. Seeing the little sand fox turning around at her feet, she can't help laughing. She threw a roast lizard on the ground. The little sand fox immediately dragged the roast lizard to eat under the tree.

Mexiling hissed, "I'm not enough, I still feed it."

"It doesn't matter if I eat less. Anyway, you can't starve me." Joey said this with a trace of coquetry. When she reacted, her face suddenly turned red. She quickly took the cup to drink water. In a moment of panic, she was choked and coughed.

Moxi Ling sat motionless. There was a dark tide in his bright eyes. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. He just handed over the two roasted lizards. When Joey came to pick them up, he was not loose. He just stared at her. His eyes were dark and half a ring before he said, "eat slowly and choke carefully."

Joey took it with a red face and took a bite. He felt very fragrant, like moistening things silently. Some things changed unconsciously.

The little sand fox likes Joey very much. He probably hasn't seen anyone and doesn't think people are terrible. At first, he always turns around Joey's legs and is even more happy to beg for meat. His small claws are on her legs, his big eyes are flashing, and his plush tail is shaking with joy. Joey is so cute that he can't help holding it up again. The little sand fox is also clever, The little head rubbed around in her arms and licked her hand with her little tongue to eat more meat.

Mexiling grabbed a handful of barbecue "Hula" and threw it in the distance. The little sand fox immediately ran out like an arrow off the string and jumped at the barbecue.

Joey couldn't help smiling. "Just said I would be generous."

Mexiling was silent. He looked sideways at the little sand fox eating. After a while, he said, "you don't feel dirty."

Joey raised his dirty hands and said with a smile, "is this place still poor and exquisite?"

Mexiling spread out his hands to show her that he was eating, but his hands could be clean and spotless at any time.

Joey blurted out, "we werewolves are different from your genetic mutants." Then she was stunned. Moxiling's face was as usual and she couldn't see any emotion, but the jaw line was obviously tightened. She knew she had said something wrong, but it was irreparable.

The newly thawed relationship returned to the original point. Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was very dull. Moxiling picked up the branch, pulled the fire, got up and walked into the woods, and soon disappeared.

After eating the meat on the ground, the little sand fox ran over with joy and wagged its tail at Joey.

Joey touched its head and whispered, "you can't eat any more. You've eaten a lot. If you eat again, someone won't be happy."

The little sand fox seemed to understand her words, no longer salivated at those barbecues, swished to her legs, curled up in her arms, Joey gently touched its soft hair, "you are a fox, I am a wolf, why aren't you afraid of me?"

The little sand fox tilted his head and sobbed as if he were answering her. Joey smiled bitterly, "if only you could talk, tell me what to do? I'm a werewolf. He's a genetic mutant. Do we have a future? "

The little sand fox's big eyes flashed and sobbed, as if comforting her.

The sound of flute came from the depths of the woods, clear and melodious, with a trace of compassion and helplessness, like a heavy heart.

Joey's eyes turned red with a brush. It was difficult to bear the sour and astringent in his chest. He couldn't bear it, and his tears dropped. One, two, three, in a string.

The little sand fox seemed frightened. He quickly raised his small head and rubbed her face. His mouth made a squeaky sound. He looked very anxious.

Joey wiped his eyes and said hoarsely, "don't move. I'm fine. I'm just a little uncomfortable. Just cry."

The sound of the flute continued, high and low, echoing in the woods. Joey held the little sand fox and looked along the sound. From a distance, he saw mexiling sitting on a tall Populus euphratica tree with two slender legs and a leaf in his mouth. He looked at her slowly coming towards him.

Joey heard him play the piano. The sound of the piano was once ethereal and melancholy. Later, when they were well, his piano became cheerful and high. Moxiling was not good at words. All emotions can be found in the tune.

Joey approached and stopped at his feet step by step, but the little sand fox didn't dare to get so close to moxiling. He jumped from her arms to the ground and looked at the two people with his head raised.

Joey wanted to see him, but when she got to him, she couldn't do anything and clubbed with her eyes down.

She summoned up the courage to come over, because she didn't want to be embarrassed any more. Her beloved man was around, but she couldn't get close to and touch. That taste was more than scratching her heart and lungs!

But as soon as she arrived in front of him, all her courage disappeared out of thin air. She couldn't forget the stabbing knife and his injured expression. She knew she had lost the qualification to love him, but it was hard to get along with him.

He was stunned. He hung down a hand, lifted her collar, wrapped his hand around her waist in the air, pulled her to the branch and sat down.

Joey didn't expect him to do so. He looked up at him in surprise and shyness.

Mexiling is still holding leaves and blowing beautiful tunes, but his eyebrows are stretched, and there are sporadic smiles in the bottom of his eyes.

His hand was still around her waist, like a strong barrier to prevent her from falling from behind. Joey froze at first, slowly relaxed, and even leaned against his arm.

It was easy to get sleepy in the afternoon. Joey listened to the melodious flute, yawned twice and narrowed his eyes.

The little sand fox at the bottom also seemed sleepy, curled up in a cool place, with big ears drooping, almost covering his face, and looked sleepy.

The sun leaked through the branches and leaves, like a beating golden spot, and fell on the woman's snow-white neck. Moxi Lingyu glanced at it, stretched out his hand and pulled a branch and leaf to block the light. The woman in her arms was asleep, breathing light, shallow and even, and there was a thin blush on her face, like a ripe peach, penetrating from inside to outside.

As soon as he tightened his hand, he took her to his arms, hesitated for a while, and finally lowered his head. The cold lips fell on her face. The warmth he had not seen for a long time almost made him unable to restrain his inner dryness. But she is a werewolf and his old enemy. She just said that werewolves are different from genetic mutants. They are not only different, they are simply too different. He never thought he would fall in love with a werewolf. Love is love. He doesn't value the differences of race and appearance. He only knows that he loves this woman deeply. Can live for her, die for her, do anything for her.

In those days when she was abnormal, he was not unaware. The unknown body code in the Research Institute and the abnormality after she woke up after several times of coma made him suspect that she was not a real ordinary human, but he was unwilling to explore. No matter what purpose she came to him, he wanted her people and her heart. That's enough.

After living for more than 70 years, he fell in love with a woman for the first time. He took his heart and lungs out of love without turning back. He completely ignored Mo Qingze's opposition and Zongbo's concern, because he firmly believed that she also loved him and would not betray or leave under any circumstances.

But in the face of her increasing silence and the occasional loss in his eyes, he began to worry, so he was anxious to get married and let her say the oath: share weal and woe, never abandon. They are all committed people, and he believes she will abide by them. He can tolerate anything as long as he doesn't leave.

But he was still wrong. She didn't leave, but let him leave forever. At the moment when the dagger was inserted, he couldn't believe it or didn't want to believe it. The genetic mutant couldn't tolerate betrayal, and her betrayal was his nightmare in this life. I really hope it's just a dream. When he wakes up, everything remains the same, but he can't wake up. His soul pulls away from his body and floats in the middle of the air. He has been looking at her in the long darkness.

What did he desire at that time? It's as like as two peas, but she is... She wants to touch her, to hold her, kiss her, and love her fiercely, now she is in his bosom, soft and warm, just like before, but he hesitated.

Time is running away, light and shadow are passing by, she is still sleeping in her arms, her eyebrows are stretched, quiet and beautiful, he gently raised his hand, brushed her scattered hair behind his ears, and his fingertips have a greasy touch, which makes him linger

He slowly traced it down her delicate eyebrows, to her beautiful eyes, then to the bridge of her nose, and finally to her small lips. A pink flower, like a full flower, attracted his head lower and lower

The little sand fox lay under the tree, raised his head and ears, and looked at him warily with two big eyes. It looked ready to fight at any time. It seemed that as long as moxiling did something to Joey, it would jump up and work hard.

At the moment when he was about to touch it, mexiling stopped. He smelled her smell. It was fragrant and sweet. As in the past, silk strands floated into his nose. He froze and smiled gently.