Virewolf

"I'm going to sleep with you!"

"Li Fengshuan'er! You're a big girl now, so you're not ashamed to say that!"

"It's not like I haven't slept with you before!"

"Go, go, how old were you then, and how old am I? What are you doing now?"

"Then I'll sleep with my Brother Moyan."

"I'll count to three, one, two..."

"Oh, okay, okay, can't I go! I'll go now..."

Li Xiaomei held the empty basin and turned her head three times: "Brother Moyan, I will come to play with you tomorrow..."

Tang Fachu put his arm across the door and sneezed loudly on the ground. He rubbed his nose and imitated Moyan who was beside him: "Brother Moyan, I will play with you tomorrow."

Mo Yan looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

Tang Fuchu also stared at him, tilted his head, showing some friendly signs in the night wind, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Yan's bangs covering his eyes: "The hair is so long."

Mo Yan backed away in disgust, Tang Fuchu didn't care about his attitude at all, but walked around his neck to grab the hair on the back of his neck: "You can comb it up, right?"

He seemed to find it very interesting, and rubbed Mo Yan's head: "Come, let me comb your hair!"

Mo Yan thought of Li Xiaomei's two braids, and immediately looked a little disgusted: "Only female dolls comb their hair."

"Pfft, what's a 'mother doll', that's called a 'female doll'. "Tang Fuchu dragged Moyan into the house, he rummaged through the box, and pulled out two rubber bands. The usual work was so rough that the comb was broken, so he held the uneven half of the comb and waved to Moyan. Mo Yan reluctantly walked over, Tang Fuchu shouted: "Lie there. "

Mo Yan stood up abruptly and was about to leave, but Tang Fuchu brought him back again, "I can't help but tease, sit down! Sit down, it's done."

Tang Fachu first rubbed Moyan's messy hair like rolling out dough, and then glanced at Moyan's hanging left arm. In human form, the injured area was particularly obvious, probably because of the wolf's habit. Mo Yan kept bending his arms, curled up in front of his chest, some blood oozes from under the green herbs, looking pitiful.

Tang Fuchu was thinking about something with his curly hair, he frowned and said, "Don't you think you stink? I'll take a bath later."

Mo Yan frowned and didn't say a word, Tang Fuchu actually hurt him, a rough man, his hand was heavy, Mo Yan felt that his hair - it should be hair, had been torn off several times.He couldn't stand it, but he just refused to talk to Tang Fachu.

Tang Fuchu combed his hair straight, simply tied it into a ponytail, and tied it high, like Li Xiaomei's hairstyle when she was younger, except that he combed it more thoroughly, combing Mo Yan's bangs in, revealing smooth hair forehead.

He looked at it and seemed very satisfied. He had combed Li Xiaomei's hair before, but Li Xiaomei was too delicate and would cry out for pain whenever she moved, but this little wolf was very nice and didn't say a word.

Mo Yan was so relieved that he pinched his hand to make a red mark.

Tang Fuchu took out a cracked mirror and showed him: "How is it?"

Mo Yan's hair was combed high, looking very energetic, especially his narrow and beautiful eyes when his forehead was exposed, it was indeed much better-looking than before.

Mo Yan doesn't understand these human aesthetics, he just obeys the strong instinctively—for now, Tang Fuchu is indeed the strong.

Tang Fuchu didn't want any answer from him, but patted him twice: "Take off your clothes and go take a shower."

Mo Yan touched his raised braid, and asked doubtfully, "Take a bath?"

"It's soaking in water!"

"Oh."

Tang Fuchu always felt that the water was not enough, so he went to pick up two loads of water at night. His village is still quite backward in this aspect. Unlike other villages that have installed taps in every household, they still rely on carrying water to meet their daily needs. need.

When he came back, he found Mo Yan squatting on the ground.

He was a little strange: "What are you doing squatting?"

Mo Yan didn't even blink, and looked at him reverently: "Shit."

Tang Fuchu almost went crazy.

He hates iron for being weak: "I asked you, you don't even take off your pants, do you want to drag your shit around?"

Mo Yan didn’t understand these things. He even landed on four legs at first, three to be exact, one was disabled, and then bent his back to pull, but it’s really hard for a human to defecate in this posture, so he suddenly felt blessed , Squat down and shit.

Tang Fuchu asked him: "Are you able to take off your pants?"

Mo Yan didn't think it was difficult, he crouched down and wanted to bite his crotch.

Tang Fachu broke down a bit, and finally taught him to take off his trousers, and then led him to the latrine: "I will pull it here from now on, do you understand?"

As an animal, it's not that Mo Yan dislikes the smell, the main reason is that he doesn't understand this kind of rules, because for wolves, feces and urine mark the territory.

Ordinarily, there should be Tang Fuchu's smell here, but humans obviously don't do this, so Moyan still feels flattered that he took advantage of the loophole, but now it seems that it is not the case at all.

He was forced to learn this human habit, which was painful for him.

But he still obeyed the strong.

Tang Fachu began to bathe him.

Tang Fuchu didn't understand why he became a servant to animals.

He remembered that his family used to have a little flowery dog, which was picked up by him when he was a child. His father didn't like it, but later Tang Fuchu himself didn't bother to take care of it, so it was his father who fed the dog. Said to Tang Fuchu: "Look at this house, I hate it the most, and I'm the only one who serves it the most."

Tang Fuchu felt this way now.

He pinched Mo Yan's smooth skin alternately. He felt that the wolf probably didn't think it was sexual harassment, but he didn't feel much enjoyment either. He felt more guilt now.

So sinful.

This is still a child.

He can't even stand up.

Tang Fuchu hummed, and said indifferently: "I'll teach you just this one time, after you've learned it well, you can go to Xitou to fetch water and wash by yourself."

Mo Yan didn't think it was difficult, although he didn't quite understand this behavior: soaking in hot water and then splashing on himself.

Tang Fuchu actually poured water directly on his body, he never took a bath, this is the kind of big basin he used when he was a child, and Mo Yan, who is now a teenager, is just right for him.

Let's wash it rough when he is older, now his skin is smooth and fair, just like a girl's home.

Tang Fuchu blushed a little, he shook his hands viciously, and said fiercely: "Get it done by yourself!"

Then open the door and go out.

Mo Yan looked at him strangely, he often couldn't figure out why Tang Fuchu was angry.

He clumsily wiped his human body with a towel on one side, and put on his clothes very slowly. He smelled the fragrance on his body. It was something Tang Fuchu had just wiped on him. Smooth, moist and fragrant.

He didn't like the smell very much, and he sneezed loudly several times just by smelling it twice.

He rubbed his nose, feeling that being a human was too troublesome.