Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

(PS: The previous chapter and the previous previous chapter have been combined. If you feel that it doesn’t make sense, please start from the previous chapter. It was newly released tonight!)

With his back to the guests in the room, Gong Chi stood tall, fiddling with some photographic equipment and the like at his desk.

It seems that it is just as he said, he is just a photographer who travels far away to experience the winter scenery of nature and lives a life without any conflicts with the world.

After rubbing his ears, Wenren Yihan didn't say whether to ask or not.

He walked gracefully and calmly behind Gong Chi, raised his hand and touched the man's waist. The muscles on the side of his waist tensed for a moment, but the big fox seemed unaware and continued to slide down slowly along the tight waistline.

Gong Chi stopped assembling the bracket and looked straight at the wall in front of him. He didn't intend to react to Wen Ren Yihuan's slightly offensive action.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the white and delicate hand, waiting quietly.

Having seen this hand holding a knife too many times, Gong Chi knew that it was not as harmless as it appeared. Just like its owner, it was attractive yet dangerous.

Feeling a strange bulge, he deftly pulled back Gong Chi's windbreaker and pulled out a pistol from Gong Chi's hip.

The sound of a gun being loaded.

The muzzle of the gun was against Gong Chi's lower back, but his finger was not on the trigger.

The milk tea master on the sofa was startled, turned over and stretched his tail: "What's going on, meow..."

"Police uncle?"

I don't know if it was intentional or because it was a question, but the word "uncle" had a subtle swallowing sound, which was made very beautiful by Wen Ren Yihuan's clear voice. The person with his back to her had a deep sea color in his eyes.

"When did you find out?" Gong Chi did not comment.

"When you pick up food for me."

Although the dining table in the carriage was not big, the pot that Wenren Yihan brought over was big.

Every time he added more food to the big fox, Gong Chi would stand up with his knees slightly bent to avoid the big pot, with the hem of his open windbreaker resting on the seat.

From Wenren Yihuan's perspective, he could easily see the bulge on his waist.

Given the size and shape, the most likely thing is a pistol.

He was kind enough to feed the big fox, but the big fox secretly stripped him off while enjoying the service.

Gong Chi, who was recalling the moment, turned around and grabbed Wenren Yihan's wrist holding the gun.

The positions of the man and the fox were instantly swapped.

Wenren Yihuan, who was trapped at the table, was not angry. He looked up at the man who was more than ten centimeters taller than him.

"Am I wrong?"

The big fox's lips opened and closed. Gong Chi squinted his eyes and listened to his guesses and analysis, stroking the wrist bone in his hand.

"That's right."

As she said this, she lowered her head and moved closer to him, trying to press her lips against his gently and slowly.

Wenren Yihan's hand that was not holding the gun was placed on the neck behind his ear.

The moment the man's pupils dilated, he took the initiative to approach him.

Then he stepped back.

Although Gong Chi seemed to want to kiss her, he didn’t brush his teeth after eating the braised chicken, so forget it.

Without letting go of the hand that was circling the big fox, Gong Chi looked at him with a burning gaze, as if he would never get tired of it.

Feeling as if something was about to overflow from Gong Chi's eyes, Wen Ren Yihan subconsciously stretched out her fingertips and gently touched his eyelashes.

Blinking rapidly out of instinct, Gong Chi rubbed his hand, which was still suspended in the air, with the side of his face and asked with a low, hoarse voice:

"what happened?"

"you……"

With his hands behind his back, he rubbed the place where Gong Chi had just rubbed his tail. Wenren Yihan could no longer tell whose heartbeat was affecting him.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Boom..."

The knock on the door was unusually loud. If the carriage had a wooden door, Wen Ren Yihan suspected that it had collapsed.

He opened the door with a gloomy face, and after seeing who was outside, Gong Chi slammed the door shut without mercy.

"who is it?"

The big fox continued to rub his hands.

"Irrelevant people..."

"Dong dong dong..."

Gong Chi forced himself to keep smiling.

"boom."

Wenren Yihuan twitched his ears. The last sound was obviously different from the knock on the door. It was more like the sound of something falling to the ground than the knock on the door.

More like gunshot.

The knocking on the door became more rapid, different from the provocative sound just now. The person outside the door now must be very eager for someone to open the door.

"who is it?"

Wenren Yihan asked again.

Gong Chi also realized that something was wrong, and he frowned and looked at Wenren Yihan.

"It's Weeping Butterfly."

It turned out to be the punk cool girl who invited the big fox and the little cat to drink milk tea.

Chong Gongchi nodded. Wenren Yihan stood in front of the door for a few seconds, then he put one hand on the door and quickly opened the lock. Without paying close attention, he grabbed the clothes of Qidie outside the door and pulled her in and closed the door again.

"Handsome brother...can you put me down first..."

Qidie lowered her head, shook the upper of her Martin boots which were about three or four centimeters off the ground, and the corners of her mouth twitched abnormally twice.

She had already imagined herself looking like a little chicken, being held in the hands of the handsome young man who could transform into a fox whom she had wanted to rub.

Are all beauties so violent nowadays? She needs to practice more!

Qidie didn't make a sound or cry out in pain until the blood from her arm dripped onto the carpet, and then the man and the fox realized that she was injured.

Wenren Yihan's judgment about the gunshot just now was correct. Qidie was shot in the upper part of her elbow joint, but fortunately it was just a scratch and the bullet did not remain in her flesh.

It's just that the part where the bullet grazed is a bit large, and the blood all over the arm looks a bit scary, but as long as the bleeding is stopped, there won't be any problem.

"Meow...does it hurt, meow?"

The kitten finally came to his senses after this series of emergencies. The milk tea master came over to care for the injured. How could the kitten forget the young lady who invited him to drink milk tea?

"This time, meow, I'll treat you to milk tea..."

[Your item cat is requesting to activate a skill, do you agree? ]

Making milk tea for yourself and other cats does not require Wenren Yihuan's consent, nor does it consume his item usage times, but it is different if you make milk tea for Qidie, who is also a player.

"agree."

The little kitten looked at him eagerly, how could Wen Ren Yihuan refuse? Besides, he and the milk tea master Miao drank at least thirty cups of milk tea that day.

It's really nice to talk and drink together.

[The Milk Tea Master Cup is launched.]

Thank you Foxmeow.

Automatically generated: Red bean and taro milk tea (500ml)]

Biting his lower lip lightly, Wenren Yihan looked at the attentive little kitten with an expression that said "there's a big problem".

Um?What?

Red bean taro balls?

It turns out this little kitty can make milk tea with popular flavor?

Gong Chi should be the VIP carriage, as it was not only luxuriously decorated but also fully equipped. He found a medical kit from the room and helped Qidie treat the wound together with Wenren Yihan.

"Tell me about your identity and mission or anything else useful."

After collecting the good things, Gong Chi did not intend to be a good person for nothing.

"What if I don't tell you?"

Qidie never wanted to reveal her true colors so early.

"If I throw you out right now, I don't know if the person who shot you is still here."

"Pretty brother..."

With a snort, Qidie turned to Wenren Yihan, who seemed more talkative.

"Tell me now, I remember it."

After waving the pink pig book in his hand, Wenren Yihan put "Wen Dao" on the table as if nothing had happened.

The fox was anxious for clues.

Weeping Butterfly: ...