The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

What to expect or not to expect?When he lifted the quilt, he could only see a little fox holding his tail, and he could see nothing else...

Feng Lingran saw Xiao Xi hiding in the quilt, "pretending to die", and he frowned deeply. Could it be that this little fox was uncomfortable?Will it be like this?

Feng Lingran grabbed the quilt and saw that there was a little fox lying on the bed. He froze for a moment. The little fox's four paws held a few fluffy big tails, and was lifted off the quilt without any tension. Fear, that curled body, but let people have a melancholy illusion.

"It turned out to be a fox again."

Feng Lingran smiled, his worries swept away.

He flicked his fingers, lit the candlelight, and hugged the little fox on the bed into his arms, and found that it had a bright red mark on its brow, like a petal shape, delicate but not charming, like a touch of red lotus in the land of Holy Snow Soulful.

Feng Lingran raised his finger, pressing his belly on the mark of his eyebrows, rubbing gently.

"How did this flower come from?"

Feng Lingran couldn't help but love the little fox's forehead. The little fox was completely white, and it was so beautiful that people couldn't look away. Now, the forehead is like a woman, with a touch of flower, like a god in the fairy forest. .

Well, it's still a... mother beast.

The little fox's cheek was stuck in Feng Lingran's arms, looking at Feng Lingran with some confusion, what kind of flower?Why doesn't it know?

Feng Lingran seems to see the doubt in the eyes of the little fox, holding it and walking in front of the bronze mirror. The golden bronze mirror reflects a handsome black robe man holding a snow-white little fox in his arms. The fox's eyebrows touched red, like a magical pen.

The little fox stared blankly at the bronze mirror, his claws loosened his fluffy tail, and the tip of his tail slipped from Feng Lingran’s beautiful chin. The hair, waiting for the master to be lucky.

The movement of a fox is so ecstatic.

If you are an average person, you should look at it twice more, but Feng Lingran knows that this little fox in his arms is not only a fox, but also a woman he likes. In the face of his favorite woman, Feng Lingran has such an ecstasy posture. Jun's face was slightly red.

Unconsciously, Feng Lingran's fingers moved from the fox's forehead to the tip of his nose, and then down, between his claws...

When the little fox saw a slender finger about to move between its hind legs, a fierce one turned over, staring at Feng Lingran angrily, and the fox's face in the hair was hot.

Are you really good at playing a little fox?

Feng Lingran's finger was pressed by the little fox under his eyes, and the black eyes met the angry expression of the little fox. He not only was not ashamed, but also smiled: "Small things, don't you like this king very much? This king is in bed with you tonight How about sharing pillows?"

Feng Lingran's fingers tickled slightly, and the little fox trembles, spreading his hind legs, and kicked his fingers out.

Bastard, eat fox tofu!

The little fox's claws were so sharp that he didn't pay attention when kicking him, and his long fingers were scratched with a slight scratch.

Deserve it!Who let this beast play hooligans against foxes?

Despite the thoughts of the little fox, the black fox's eyes are still a bit empty, especially when Feng Lingran raised his fingers and looked at the scratches on his fingers, the little fox had the urge to jump off him and run away.

Feng Lingran didn't give the little fox a chance to escape and put his finger under the little fox's mouth.

"..." The little fox looked at Feng Lingran's fingers inexplicably. What is he doing?Want the fox to bite him?If so, she can satisfy him.

"Lick." He spit out a word in his thin lips.

The little fox was trembling, really doubted that this man was still Feng Lingran?Has he caught a cold?

"If you don't lick, which of your claws scratched the king, the king...bited your paw."

Feng Lingran bowed his head, his face was cold, not like a joke.

The little fox is also drunk. You are a regent king and a future monarch, who actually cares about a little fox and will bite his paw?If this is spread, aren't you too embarrassed?

Feng Lingran really grabbed its claws and opened its thin lips. The cold white teeth resembled master sculptures of ice skates carved on the snowy mountains.

If bitten by him, it hurts to think about it.

The good fox does not eat the loss in front of him. It sticks out the tip of its pink tongue and licks the scratch on his finger.

A warm and warm current slipped across Feng Lingran's fingers, and he looked at the little fox in front of him with dark eyes, which felt that it had been there since he only encountered it.

If it didn't become a woman later, Feng Lingran would never believe that she would like a little fox.

The little fox's tongue licked twice, and Qing Ling's fox looked at Feng Lingran. There were several emotions in this quaint eye: Okay!Stop embarrassing the fox!Be careful of fox biting you!

"Animals will lick their wounds when they are injured. After a few days, the wounds will scar and heal. If you hurt Ben Wang again later, help Ben Wang lick your wounds."

Feng Lingran's finger lightly clicked on the little fox's nausea, and the red mark shook slightly, and the bright color was gratifying.

Help him lick his wound?

"Squeak..." Isn't it because you play hooligans with foxes?You don't play hooligans, will the fox bite you?

The little fox is very unbalanced. It is not a fox that bites people. It is because some people are too excessive. These people just don't find their own reasons!It's such a bully, it's really bullying.

"Well! Now that you know you are wrong, Ben Wang will forgive you today, little thing, you are also sleepy, let's sleep!"

The little fox saw Feng Lingran reversed right and wrong, twisting black and white, almost bursting into tears.

"Squeak..." Who admits wrong?Who wants your forgiveness?Feng Lingran, I'm not sleepy at all, I don't want to sleep with you, let go of the fox, let go of the fox...

The little fox struggled in Feng Lingran's arms, but his short legs were so small that he was overwhelmed, yuck!Is not easy to overwhelm!The little fox's paws are condensed, and if he doesn't let go of the fox again, the fox is going to use force...

Feng Lingran's fingers easily grabbed the little fox's paw, which was about to use force. With a little fingertip, the purple light of its paw was tapped into it.

"Small things, don't make trouble, this Wang Mingri will have to go to the morning dynasty."

You have to close my fart early in the morning!

Feng Lingran carried a gasping little fox to bed, and Xuan robe fell from his body. When he carried it into the quilt, the quilt still had the temperature before the little fox.

The little fox "creaked" in Feng Lingran's arms, the fox was wronged, the fox was so angry, the fox couldn't sleep...

Fox can't sleep, don't you want to sleep...

Feng Lingran saw a little fox in his arms for a while, and he didn't stop. He suddenly grabbed its eight fluffy tails, slender long legs moved, and pressed them all down. On top of it, holding four of it with both hands, nailed to the bed on the left and right sides, with dark eyes and thin lips.

"If you make trouble again, Ben Wang has made your fox body."