Bad women always look at me

This is probably how you coax a child, right?

Silver Wolf was a little unsure and lowered his head slightly. He could see that Xi Lan's expression, who was leaning on his chest, had eased a little.

At least I won't continue to cry.

When it was almost time, the Silver Wolf stopped what he was doing, withdrew his hand, and wiped the traces of tears from the cheeks of the poor little fox.

I don’t know if she will know that she cried when she wakes up.

The silver wolf leaned against the head of the bed with an indifferent look on her face, letting the little fox in her arms hug her body tightly.

It's a pretty good experience to be hugged tightly by someone.

The silver wolf, who had never had such close contact with anyone, didn't hate the feeling of being hugged tightly.

At worst, I can just hug you back when the time comes.

Silver Wolf thought so.

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Chapter 8 I am Kafka's dog!

"The little guy might have heard the conversation between me and Elio."

In the originally quiet living room, Kafka, who was flipping through a magazine, suddenly spoke.

Xing, who was drinking water, almost choked and coughed a few times. He was too shocked to look at the woman who now seemed fine.

"Well, it's better to say that the child must have heard it, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up so late today."

Kafka looked at Xing who was choking on the water with amusement and put down the magazine in her hand.

"You seem very nervous."

"Of course I'm nervous. After all, she's a child that we all raised together. For her to know about this so soon is a bit..."

Xing couldn't stop looking at the door of Xilan's room, and it seemed that he was trying his best to cheer himself up.

Kafka leaned back on the sofa, looking lazy: "Yeah, I know."

"But weren't we all prepared when we first picked her up, Xing?"

Elio also said that their destinies were closely intertwined, and although there would be a gap for a period of time, the little one would come back in the end.

"...After all, we have developed feelings for each other, Kafka, and I can't bear to part with the child." Xing huddled in the chair, muttering softly.

Speaking of this, Xing clearly remembered that when she first brought the little guy home, he was not even as tall as her calf...

In the blink of an eye, they had to face the inevitable separation in their destiny.

Even though I know we will meet again, who can say whether I will secretly go to see this little guy because I miss him?

and....

She wasn't sure if she would still have any memories of spending time with the little guy.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sour, uncomfortable, and even worried.

Xing doesn't like this kind of emotion.

And Kafka did not choose to answer this question. She lowered her eyes, and it was hard to guess what she was thinking at this moment.

"Make good memories, Xing."

And I.

Anyway, Elio also said that there are no tasks during this period, so simple tasks can be handed over to A Ren to solve.

It's a paid vacation.

It was obviously a happy thing, but Kafka and Xing couldn't be happy at this time.

"Why are you all so silent? The little one is awake, heat up her meal."

The Silver Wolf came out and moved his sore arms, his eyes looking at the two people who were still silent with some confusion.

"Why didn't the little guy come out?"

Kafka looked at Silver Wolf, the only one who walked out of the room, and asked subconsciously.

Silver Wolf recalled that after waking up, he crawled into the bed, like a little fox sulking. He said unsurely, "Hmm... Are you in a bad mood after waking up?"

"Maybe?"

Kafka just smiled helplessly and got up to heat up breakfast for the little guy.

Although judging from the current time, this meal doesn’t seem to be breakfast.

Only Silver Wolf was not very clear about what had happened.

But she also planned to find time to ask Kafka, or Xing and the others.

As for why he didn't ask Ren, that person hasn't left the house since dinner yesterday.

She was somewhat embarrassed to disturb the other person.

Well... a little, but not much.

He moved his gaze away from the tightly closed door of Blade's room, and as soon as he turned his head, the Silver Wolf's eyes met with the golden ones again.

I don't know when Xing came up to me, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

After hesitating for a long time, when Silver Wolf's patience was about to run out, he scratched his long gray hair.

"Did the little guy say anything?"

"I didn't say anything. No, what did you do? How come this happened to me after I just slept?"

Silver Wolf folded her arms across her chest. It was obvious that she didn't know too many inside stories about the Star Core Hunter and was waiting for the other party's answer.

"I'll tell you when I have time. Is the little guy really okay in the house?"

Xing laughed it off and decided to let Kafka have a good chat with the new companion.

Silver Wolf could indeed sense that Xing seemed to be hiding something, and he pouted his lips, looking unhappy.

"It's okay, it's okay. Although I don't know who made her unhappy, if I don't comfort her, I'm afraid she will shed little pearls in the bed again."

"...Wait, you mean, she cried, cried?"

Xing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously the image of the little fox hiding in the quilt and crying emerged in his mind, and he began to stutter when speaking.

After all, they were the ones who wanted to release them first...

Thinking of this, Xing felt that his conscience was really starting to hurt.

The kind that makes you punch yourself when you can't sleep at night.

Kafka, who was listening to the conversation between the two silently, took the meal that belonged to Xilan in her hand, and walked into the little guy's room at a moderate pace when the two people's attention was not on her.

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Chapter 9 Kafka stopped talking and looked at you tenderly

As soon as Kafka walked into the room, she could see a large bulge in the quilt.

If she looked closely, she could also see the slightly exposed tip of Xilan's tail swaying.

It looked like he knew he was coming in.

"Little guy, is it time to eat?"

She habitually showed her gentle smile, came to Xilan's bed, and sat on the soft mattress.

When the little guy heard Kafka talking, he just poked his little head out from under the quilt.

The child obviously couldn't hide his or her thoughts, especially in front of Kafka. The little fox also knew that it was impossible to pretend that nothing had happened.

She couldn't lie to Kafka's gentle eyes.

"....Um."

"Angry?"

He skillfully took out a little fox from the quilt, held it in his arms, and fed her little by little.

Xi Lan, who was obediently accepting the food, would look at Kafka who was hugging her from time to time.

She thought she would be asked something, but in the end all she got was Kafka's overly gentle smile.

I had to swallow back any questions I wanted to ask and just be fed obediently.

"I'm stuffed.."

The little fox was already in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so he finally turned his face away and refused Kafka's subsequent feeding attempt.

"uh-huh."

She withdrew her hand, tore off a few tissues from the bedside, and gently wiped Xi Lan's mouth.

"Okay, okay, now that lunch time is over, all that's left is some private chat time between the two of us."

Xilan originally wanted to break away from Kafka's arms and get back into the bed, but her wrist was grabbed, so the action failed.

He could only lean his whole body against the softness of Kafka's body, his eyes unable to stop looking around, and he didn't know where the guilty feeling came from.

But when I think about it, it seems that I am not the one who did something wrong. Why should I be nervous?

When this thought appeared in her mind, Xi Lan didn't look so guilty anymore, and even seemed to be justified.

Kafka just chuckled at the sight, unable to say anything harsh about someone looking so adorable.

Sometimes it’s better to leave the cold face matters to A Ren.

"You, what are you laughing at...?"

When Xilan heard Kafka's laughter, the relatively confident little fox suddenly wilted again, and even its fox ears drooped slightly.

"Xiao Xilan is so cute, I can't help it."

Kafka pinched her cheek in a rare intimate way and tightened her arms around her waist.

".....It's up to you..."

Oops, are you shy?

Looking at the little girl with a blush on her fair cheeks, Kafka slowly spoke.

"You heard my conversation last night, right, Xiao Xilan?"

Kafka brought the topic back to the point and smiled helplessly at the little fox who looked left and right but didn't look at her.

"How much did you hear?"

".....Not much...I just heard that they wanted to keep me here..."

At this point, Xi Lan puffed up her cheeks in grievance, looking like she was about to cry.

"I don't want to be separated from you.. Can't you take me with you? Kafka..."

Seeing the child she raised looking so aggrieved, even Kafka felt a little soft-hearted.

Elio also said that he could keep the child by his side against his will, but the future outcome would never be as peaceful as in another destiny.

With this alone, Kafka and the others had already decided the future that Xi Lan would face, although these things had not been told to the child.

"Good boy, don't worry so much. The thread of fate has already connected you and me."