Is the boss rua an otter today?

On this day, the little otter held fish and newly hunted wild birds as usual, and handed them to him like offering treasures: "Here! Good friend, take the first bite first!"

Since he was in charge, the wave of otters who always wanted to bully Xu Zhishan never appeared again, and when they occasionally ran into them while hunting, they always walked around Xu Zhishan, which was really refreshing!Thank you Patronus!

"..." The Siberian tiger glanced lightly, rested its pillow on its forearm and closed its eyes, looking a little tired.

I thought to myself: reserve food, who is your good friend?

He gave the little guy a face, and ate some fish to replenish his strength, but he didn't cater to him all the time, unless the little otter was crying again... that really couldn't stand it.

"If you don't eat, you will become skinny." Xu Zhishan leaned forward and took a handful of food.

The Siberian tiger turned its head to the left and deliberately ignored him, so he crawled to the left, and the Siberian tiger hid to the right, so he stuck to the right, sticky like a piece of otter-shaped dog skin plaster, and when it tossed its short legs back and forth, it even fell a little. Wrestling, funny and cute.

The soft voice was cautious, but extremely persistent: "Eat a little, just a little."

In recent days, the Siberian tiger has eaten less and less, and its mental state has become more and more depressed. The huge body has obviously lost the outline of its bones.

It was clearly not the case the day he was rescued.

Xu Zhishan was really afraid that this big man would die quietly in front of his small soil nest one day, so he got up early every day, went hunting and foraging for food, and coaxed this cheerful old man to open his mouth to eat fish for several days in a row. I feel that the otter life is very difficult.

"I'm sleepy, don't make noise." The Siberian tiger flicked its tail and pushed the little otter aside.

...and fell asleep again.

The rain is pouring down, washing the vast and uninhabited forest primitive area.

The slightly cold breath mixed with the earthy smell is a bad weather that makes creatures instinctively want to hide in their dens.

Fortunately, there is a dense forest above their location, and despite the rain pattering against the forest leaves, this comfortable habitat is still dry and comfortable.

Xu Zhishan was dumbfounded, with his front paws resting on his belly in a daze, looking at Mr. Tiger's back, he felt that the matter was getting more and more serious.

It's not just a matter of eating less, but even talking less.

Suddenly, Xu Zhishan seemed to understand something: "Wait..."

When talking to him during this time, the little otter either lowered his head and stared desperately at the clusters of ants on the ground, or focused his attention on Brother Tiger's fluffy jaw, even though Xu Zhishan was suffering from cervical spondylosis. Jumping sideways on the edge of his body, but he just didn't dare to maintain a comfortable posture to communicate with him.

Because whenever the little otter relaxes, his eyes will always involuntarily fall on the terrible wound on the Siberian tiger's chest.

Thick hair and tough flesh can be said to have an advantage in the battle between beasts, but this big brother is so cruel that he tore the shotgun bullet out of his chest. It is conceivable that the wound is serious. How difficult it is to recover.

Itching is unavoidable when the wound heals, and the tiger's tongue is full of barbs, so it is bound to tear open the old wound when it is licked.

New wounds add up to old wounds, and they will never heal, making the pain unbearable.

However, the tiger is such an arrogant and noble animal with a domineering temperament. Standing at the top of the food chain and looking down on everything, he is determined not to allow himself to show his vulnerability.

Those confused black bean eyes unknowingly filled with tears, and then slowly regained consciousness.

"Understood, I understand..." The little otter wiped away his tears, turned around stubbornly and rushed into the pouring rain, "It turned out to be like this!"

When the Siberian tiger woke up in a daze, there was no sign of the little otter.

The cute-looking otter has almost no natural enemies on land and water, and its combat effectiveness is quite fierce, but seeing the rain getting more and more fierce, and the river rushing not far away, the inexplicable worry makes the tiger restless.

Stretching like a cat still failed to relieve this weird anxiety, so he endured it, and began to stand up and search for the little otter's breath, trying to tell where the little guy went.

At this time, there was a cheerful and short laughter from behind: "Mr. Tiger!"

The Siberian tiger withdrew its claws.

...and almost ran out to find him.

"Where are you going..." Siberian Tiger originally wanted to restrain his expression and return to his previous indifferent and tough attitude, but when he turned his head and saw the embarrassed look of the other party swaying towards him, he swallowed his words and was completely stunned, "... ...?"

I don't know how much rain this little guy has been in, and he won't be so wet when he climbs out of the water, especially since his body is irregularly covered with mud, it can almost be deduced that he fell from a high place.

But Xu Zhishan didn't care about this at all, instead he was very happy: "It's good that you wake up, I'm still worried that you are not feeling well."

"You, don't be brave next time, just tell me that you are in pain." The little otter felt a little lonely, "It made me think you..." It's too late.

The Siberian Tiger seemed to have been exposed, and was a little embarrassed: "It hurts?"

But this feeling of being suddenly cared about is strangely subtle.

Speaking of this, the nosy and enthusiastic little otter couldn't help sobbing in his throat, sobbing: "Oh."

"You are in so much pain that you can't eat, and you don't want to move, so you can only cover it up by sleeping." He held back his tears and said weakly, "I should have found out earlier, Mr. Tiger, I failed to rescue you. Take good care of you, I'm not good enough."

It's a surprise that this chubby little guy who only knows how to eat and sleep has such a soft heart.

——But even more surprises came.

"Clang clang!" The little otter suddenly raised two round, unidentified objects, which looked like two mushroom heads at first glance.

The Siberian tiger was stunned: "You went to pick two mushrooms and came back? So the otters still eat mushrooms?"

"It's not a mushroom!" The little otter retorted angrily.

Then, the little paw picked up one of them and squeezed it lightly, revealing the gray-brown flocs inside, which came out like smoke. Xu Zhishan slightly stood on tiptoe, and gently applied it to the wound, saying: "This is the wound. It stops the bleeding, and I hope it will help."

If he remembered correctly, this thing was called Puffball.

The little otter picked a lot of similar mushrooms by mistake, and found two or three puffballs. He accidentally crushed one when he fell down the hillside halfway, and cried for a long time before returning.

The Siberian Tiger was stunned for a long while, but was also speechless.

He had never experienced such tenderness before, and he had never been kept in his heart by anyone. For a moment, there was an undercurrent in his heart, and it was almost unbearable to bear this kind of throbbing.

His beard trembled slightly, and he squeezed out a little out of habit: "...Thank you."

He crouched down so that the little otter could apply the medicine for him.

By the way, take a closer look at this little one, hoping to imprint it in my heart.

The heavy rain is still continuing, and the dust has been washed very refreshingly, and the dead silence and depression before are gone, which is unexpectedly reassuring.

That night.

The little otter, who was so tired that he was about to float out, tidied himself up, and staggered into the small soil nest, but after hesitating, he chose to sleep outside.

The Siberian tiger, which was dozing off, couldn't hold on any longer. Seeing him getting closer, he retracted his neck vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep with you."

"Accompany..." Siberian Tiger was speechless, "What are you doing with me?"

The little otter turned around a few times, found a comfortable position and lay down, turned over to reveal his soft belly, and said innocently: "Sleep!"

"It's not good for me to sleep in there with an otter. You are still a guest. Besides, you are all injured, and you must be lonely outside listening to the sound of rain." Xu Zhishan yawned and curled up into a ball , "Patients need care and company, so I came out."

The Siberian tiger dismissed it, staring at him still had the bloody taste of examining the prey, but this time it was a little more confused.

"Do you want to stay with you when you are injured?"

Xu Zhishan closed his eyes and planned to rest: "Well, I will accompany you, but Mr. Tiger, please don't hurt yourself just to get my company."

Even if the bones were broken, the cold-tempered Siberian tiger would not be able to do such a deliberate fight for favor, but he was inexplicably embarrassed by the little otter.

His expression froze suddenly: "I don't care."

Xu Zhishan was so sleepy that he responded a few times, but the invisible oppressive feeling never disappeared. As expected, seeing the tiger still staring at him gloomyly, he couldn't help but get excited: "You, you, you... don't you sleep? ?”

The Siberian Tiger is still struggling with whether someone in this world will really hurt himself in order to get a penny of love.

He said blankly, "Not sleepy."

Xu Zhishan thought that he was in unbearable pain again, so he moved closer and sighed softly: "Then, let me tell Mr. Tiger a story."

No answer is the default.

"Once upon a time there was a man who accidentally turned into a tiger one day..." The little otter recalled the book "The Domineering President's Heart's Favorite Pet" that he had read before he was reborn.

The Siberian tiger suddenly pricked up its ears, obviously very interested.

The little otter continued with relish: "The lonely life lasted for a long time, until one day the big tiger met a beautiful girl."

The erected big fluffy ears drooped down, even wanting to close them tighter.

Obviously, Tiger Love is not very interested in this kind of person.

Xu Zhishan was still babbling about the story about Mary Su who couldn’t break away from the cliché, but it didn’t take long before he heard a slight snoring sound from his side. He saw that the Siberian tiger, which had been sleeping badly these days, finally bored him to sleep Yes, I was immediately relieved.

"Mr. Tiger?" The little otter leaned over and took a look, confirming that he was soundly asleep, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Helpless and happy, he couldn't help stretching out his little paw to touch the tiger's head, and whispered in his ear, "It's really not easy to take care of a big cat, good night."

Intense exhaustion swept over, the little otter yawned, almost closed his eyes for a moment, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Rainy night is also a good time for hunting.

There is no shortage of ferocious beasts in the forest. A chubby little otter like Xu Zhishan is really attractive. In the surrounding dense forest, a pair of eyes full of anger lit up, watching this side.

The Siberian tiger, which seemed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened its eyes and looked at it for a moment, with killing intent bursting out!

With just a slight hook of the paw, the little otter, who was sleeping staggeringly, was hugged into his arms. The sharp fangs exposed vigilantly and the gloomy growl in the throat were all sending out two signals domineeringly.

One is possession, for Little Otter.

The second is to hunt and kill, to snoopers.

The green eyes disappeared quickly, but they were sensible.

This is the countless beasts that the Siberian tiger has secretly expelled these days.

After the crisis was resolved, the Siberian tiger looked at the innocent and cute little guy sleeping in his arms, and gently touched him with his snout, saying, "It's not easy to protect the little otter, good night."