Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

A pair of light blue and deep wolf eyes looked at her without emotion. The tail hanging between the hind legs moved, and the white end of it drew a beautiful arc in mid-air.

"Why are you following me?" it asked calmly, with a slightly drunken voice.

The warm sunlight penetrates the leaves and sparsely falls on its beautiful and soft hair.

It was very tall, especially compared to a five-year-old girl. It was like an indestructible mountain.

The beautiful big silver wolf stood in front of her, blocking all her sight.

The tip of the tail hanging down from the hind legs was white and shining, catching her eyes without realizing it.

The little girl stared at it steadily and said nothing.

Look at its head, body, and limbs.

Then, she threw away the stick and rushed forward.

"Lower your head, Mussel."

She opened her arms angrily and tried to stand on tiptoes.

It was too tall and too big, and she couldn't hold it if it didn't lower its head.

Silver Wolf paused and lowered his eyelids to look at her.

He was cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at an unreasonable little kid.

"Musel..." The delicate and soft little girl looked at it aggrievedly.

It's pitiful, as if it's begging for candy.

Who can resist such a cute little elf?

Mussel can.

However, it didn't bother to coax her anymore, and it didn't want her to follow it anymore.

So, using what little patience it had left, it slowly lay down and lowered its head.

The delicate and soft little girl immediately picked him up and hugged his neck.

It's fluffy, warm and comfortable to hold.

She seemed to like the silver hair on it very much. When she buried her whole face in it, her beautiful eyes narrowed in comfort.

I was as happy as if I had gotten the sweetest candy.

On the other hand, Silver Wolf has no emotions.

The little girl was holding its neck, which was the most fragile and sensitive part of the wolf and could not be touched easily.

She probably didn't know - wolves are wary by nature, and their neck and abdomen are their most vulnerable parts.

In order to survive, wolves will not let other animals touch their necks, even if they are the same kind.

As for her.

An elf who would cry even when she fell, Silver Wolf didn't take her seriously at all.

She likes to hug its neck, and that’s it.

Just don't bother with it.

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The little girl didn't know what Mussel was thinking. She only knew that the silver wolf felt really good, even better than a cat.

She liked to bury her whole face in its furry neck, even though her short hands couldn't hold it at all.

He treated the wolf like a cat and even touched its ears.

The silver wolf's pointed and erect ears twitched momentarily. It glanced at her emotionlessly, and then stood up.

This time, the little girl couldn't touch it again.

"." Her little face fell.

"Musel, please give me another hug."

She opened her arms and looked at it.

It hummed softly and was as milky as a newborn wolf pup.

However, Mussel had no children and had no interest in children.

It just glanced at her briefly, then opened its mouth and bit her directly in the back.

So, the little girl was picked up again.

It looks like a wolf mother holding her wolf cub in her mouth, the picture is inexplicably cute.

"." She frowned before she could speak.

The next second, Mussel put her on his back.

It was so soft and fluffy that she could hold it again.