Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Mr. Weasel walked halfway and turned back, thinking that if he missed this opportunity, he and the mobs would have to start again, somewhat unwilling.

However, he rode his bicycle back to the small tree house, but did not see the little squirrel.

He called twice softly, but there was no response from the goblin. Thinking that the mob might be hiding in the attic, Mr. Weasel opened the door on his own initiative and walked in.

He tiptoed, and as soon as he came outside the attic door, he heard the little squirrel crying aggrievedly inside.

What bullies the little squirrel?Playing with the little squirrel's feelings?Mr. Weasel touched his nose and felt that he was the most wronged elf in the Fairy Forest.

He loves this little squirrel so much, how could he be willing to bully him?

Fortunately, this also proved that the little squirrel cared about him. Mr. Weasel's heart was beating, and he felt that he was really about to bloom.

He pushed open the door of the attic room, walked in gently, and saw the little squirrel nestled in the small blanket, crying and twitching, its claws clenched into small fists, waving frantically, throwing the swollen little pillow The beating cotton wool flew out.

"Smelly rascal, big bastard, rotten goblin, little squirrel wants to break up with you, woo woo woo..."

Hearing this, Mr. Weasel stood behind the little squirrel and covered his mouth with his paw, almost crying from laughter.

The mobs are so cute, and it’s even cuter to scold the goblins, I think about it~

"Ahem." Mr. Weasel pretended to clear his throat to find some sense of presence, and told the little squirrel that he was back.

Hearing the coughing sound, the little squirrel's ears pricked up. He stopped cursing and turned his head to take a look.

Seeing Mr. Weasel suddenly appear behind him like a conjurer, Mr. Squirrel snorted coldly, plunged into the blanket, turned around, and pointed his chubby little butt at him.

As a tempered mouse, if you say you don't talk to the goblin, you don't talk to the goblin.

However, after being silent for a while, the little squirrel couldn't hold back anymore. He said angrily, "You... why are you back again? Didn't you go back to the small town of Varta?"

"This... isn't this coming back after halfway, thinking... thinking maybe you don't want me to go." Mr. Weasel replied honestly. Squirrel denies it, saying that he is self-indulgent.

"Then...then if I don't let you go, you...will you stay?" Mr. Squirrel realized what he had just said after he finished speaking, his face turned red instantly, and he buried his head in the small pillow, shameless Meet the leprechaun.

oh!Holy mouse Maria!

See what he just said?

What an unreserved rat he was.

"No, of course I won't. I won't leave even if you drive me away, little monster, you...you know, right? I like you. I've liked you since the first day you came to the small town of Valta!"

As long as it is not self-indulgent, Mr. Weasel put his only concern behind him, and confessed boldly and straightforwardly.

He was thick-skinned, and he was not ashamed.

"Little monster, I am strong and strong." As he said, Mr. Weasel stretched his arms and tried to show his biceps: "I have a proper job and I am decent-looking, just give me a chance to arch it's you."

Mr. Weasel was dying of anxiety. He stared at the little squirrel every day, and he was so greedy.

"You... how did you..."

Hearing this, the little squirrel almost died of shame, and gave Mr. Weasel a sad look, hesitating and hawing, not knowing how to answer.

Knowing that the little squirrel was shy, Mr. Weasel simply didn't want to answer anything. He bravely walked forward and knelt down on the small blanket.

His eyes flicked around, his mouth was pursed and he whistled, but two fingers were sticking out of one claw, and he approached the small hill where Mr. Squirrel was hiding, wanting to hold the little squirrel's paw.

Mr. Weasel's ears were pricked up, and sweat was sweating on his tense forehead. During this period, if Mr. Squirrel's little hill moved a little, he would withdraw his paws with a whoosh in fright.

Again and again, and finally approaching the destination, Mr. Weasel's heart is about to jump out of his throat.

Victory is at hand, brave weasels, not afraid of difficulties, rush to the ducks!

As soon as he closed his eyes and kicked his legs, Mr. Weasel slammed his paw into the hill and grabbed the little squirrel's paw.

Mr. Squirrel was still struggling with how to answer Mr. Weasel, but he was caught off guard by his claws and screamed in fright.

He subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but he couldn't. Mr. Weasel clenched his hands tightly, his face collapsed, and his paws were full of sticky sweat, which made the little squirrel's heart wet.

Stuffing the other paw into his mouth, he bit his nails back and forth with his mouse teeth. Mr. Squirrel glanced at the clasped paw, his shy eyelashes were trembling.

On the other hand, Mr. Weasel was already a little carried away with excitement.

The little paw is already drawn, so the next step is to kiss the little mouth?

He pouted his sausage mouth wretchedly, and approached the little squirrel's mouse face a little bit, but his head was tilted by the little pillow that rushed towards him.

Mr. Squirrel said angrily, "Don't take advantage of the little squirrel."

Well, Mr. Weasel scratched the back of his head, planning to settle for the next best thing.

"Little monster, then I don't have to leave? Can I move all the daily necessities in Chiramie's apartment?"

Moving here means that we have to live together. If we live together so soon, will the development be too fast?

But Mr. Squirrel didn't want Mr. Weasel to leave either. After hesitating for a moment, he squeezed his paw and nodded reluctantly.

After getting the answer, Mr. Weasel jumped three feet high excitedly. He wanted to pounce on the little squirrel and kiss him, but he was afraid of being flattened by the irritable little squirrel. Come over and press it on your mouth, baji baji several mouthfuls.

"Baby, sweetheart, I love you to death."

"Come on, hold a little paw with my husband." As he said, Mr. Weasel pinched the corner of the little pillow and shook it ambiguously.

"Come on, have a little kiss with your husband." After finishing speaking, he took two sips hard on the small pillow, and after sipping, he took a meaningful look at the little squirrel who was watching.

ah?How can it be like this?

The tip of Mr. Squirrel's shy tail was trembling. He hugged the blanket tightly in his arms, and his big black eyes became moist.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Weasel was completely lost. He didn't know what his last name was, and continued to play tricks: "Come on, have a small bed with Dad."

After finishing speaking, he pressed the small pillow under his body and slammed it hard twice.

Mr. Squirrel: (⊙-⊙)...

Shouldn't he have expected any kindness from this weasel?

"You are a shameless weasel, stinky rascal!!!"

The ecstatic Mr. Weasel was driven out of the small tree house by the angry little squirrel holding a wooden spoon.

His body was bruised and purple, obviously from being hit several times, and the hair on the top of his head was messy like a chicken coop, because he fled under the bed and scrambled around, ruining his hairstyle.

He rushed out of the door, got on his bicycle and fled in a hurry, planning to carry his luggage from the small town of Varta first, and then try to appease the little squirrel that exploded.

Seeing that he was about to drive to the corner and was about to be safe, he was hit on the forehead by a small stone thrown by the little squirrel. Mr. Weasel groaned in pain, and a big lump bulged on the top of his head.

On the other side, the little squirrel jumped angrily. He cursed at the direction Mr. Weasel was escaping from: "Don't let the little squirrel see you in the future, otherwise, the little squirrel will hit you every time it sees you."