Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Ah, Mr. Squirrel's whole tail has exploded!

He stood up abruptly, angrily slammed the egg in his claws onto Mr. Weasel's face, almost knocking Mr. Weasel's nose crooked.

"Smelly rascal, don't talk to you anymore." After finishing speaking, Mr. Squirrel climbed up the tree in twos and twos, and let Mr. Weasel say whatever he wanted, but he refused to come down with all his words.

Sometimes he was annoyed by the noise, and he would pick bare branches from the tree and hit him. The big furry tail flashed among the branches and leaves, and then hid again.

There was no way, Mr. Weasel could only droop his tail, first set up the small tent he brought, and then continued to have sex with the little squirrel.

"Little monster, look at my tent is all set up, I don't want to spend the night here tonight, I'm too bothering the goblin, why don't we sleep in the tent?"

Looking up at the crown of the tree, it turned out that the branches were quiet and there was no movement.

Mr. Weasel did not give up, and continued his efforts: "Little monster, this tent is very comfortable to sleep in. It is the latest model bought at Mr. Frog's outdoor product store. You know, he likes to travel the most."

After finishing speaking, the leaves on the canopy trembled undetectably. Mr. Weasel was overjoyed and continued to flicker: "It's a small water-blue tent. It can prevent wind, rain and mosquitoes, and there are small windows for ventilation, you know. , when I sleep at night, the little night wind in the forest blows..."

Before he finished speaking, the angry Mr. Squirrel couldn't stand the temptation and climbed down from the tree.

Holding a twig in his paw, he stared at Mr. Weasel warily. As soon as he leaned forward, he would smack the ground and threateningly said to Mr. Weasel, "Don't come here, or I'll hit you!"

Mr. Squirrel, who has always been soft and talkative, has become extremely irritable, and has become a veritable cuteness!

With his back against the bark, he moved towards the small tent little by little, but kept his eyes on Mr. Weasel for fear that this cunning weasel would play tricks.

When his body was a few inches away from the small tent, Mr. Squirrel threw away the branch and plunged into it.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Weasel rushed forward, trying to get in with him, but just as he poked his head in, he was kicked out by the prepared little squirrel, and rolled away far away.

Mr. Squirrel poked his head out of the small tent, snorted coldly, and said capriciously: "I don't want to sleep with you." After speaking, he retracted into the small tent and closed the small zipper with a snap. Unfeeling.

Mr. Weasel didn't give up, he went around the small tent back and forth, and found that the little squirrel had fully armed the tent like a small fortress, and couldn't get through any loopholes.

In desperation, Mr. Weasel could only curl up into a ball, sighing and planning to make do with the night outside the small tent.

"Mice wolf, Dilihuang, no goblin hurts, no goblin loves..."

He howled at the top of his voice, making the little squirrel unable to sleep well. Lying in the comfortable little tent, Mr. squirrel tossed and turned, and gradually felt that what he had done was a bit too much.

After all, it was a small tent prepared by Mr. Weasel, so he snatched it to sleep and drove the owner out!

The more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, Mr. Squirrel's eyes were red, and he thought of self-blame: I am really a domineering and unreasonable bad mouse.

Carefully pulling down the zipper and poking his head out again, Mr. Squirrel apologized in a low voice: "Mr. Huang Lang, you...you can come in and sleep together, but you can't do bad things, or...or I will never I don't care about you anymore."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel couldn't believe his ears.

God, what kind of day is this today?Does he have hallucinations?The little squirrel was inviting him? !

Although the little squirrel is more reserved, and specially emphasizes that it is not allowed to have sauces and stuffing behaviors before marriage, but look at the red eyes, shy expression, and the alluring sweetness that is desperately exuding, how tempting wolves are to commit crimes.

oh!What a little goblin trying to get him!

Mr. Weasel was obsessed, but he still retained the last sliver of reason. He raised his paw and swore to God: "Don't worry, little monster, I am a good wolf in my duty, and I will never do bad things. Please believe me."

After hearing this, the little squirrel held back his mouth in disbelief. A good wolf wouldn't steal the little squirrel's butt!

But he still let Mr. Weasel come in to sleep together, but he used a bunch of small pillows to separate a clear and distinct [-]th line in the middle.

"Don't cross the line, or I'll stay at Brother Field Mouse's house." After warning arrogantly, Mr. Squirrel turned over and fell asleep with his big tail covered.

Mr. Weasel guarded his half of the country reconciledly, staring at the back of the little squirrel in the dark, secretly thinking about how to attack the enemy country?

Sooner or later, he will be his mouse, and now he can only watch and can't touch the wolf!

Mr. Weasel opened the little book in his heart and wrote down an account for the little squirrel.

Weather: Night Mood: Aggrieved

Today, the little squirrel rejected his good man again. The good man was very angry and decided to punish the little squirrel severely after they got together. At that time, he would lick the little squirrel's fur all over his body and pinch his slender little squirrel. Rat waist, forcing him to call Mr. over and over again, even if he was bullied to the point of crying, he would never let him go.

Imagining such a beautiful picture in his mind, Mr. Weasel suddenly felt much more comfortable~

He pressed his body tightly against the small pillow, smelling the sweet scent of pine nuts on it, as if he was resting on the soft white belly of a little squirrel. Mr. Weasel was in a nympho, sucking While drooling, he fell into a deep sleep.