Mr. Squirrel of the Fairy Forest

Mr. Weasel pressed his back against the inside of the door frame, poked his head out like a thief, and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Mr. Squirrel is busy tying the small river crabs with red strings. A small aluminum pot is also set up on the stove, and the hot water is being boiled on a high fire. He should not be idle for a while.

That being the case, Mr. Weasel is relieved.

He tiptoed to the door of Little Squirrel's cloakroom, gently unscrewed the doorknob with his claws, and then slipped in without a sound.

There are all kinds of small clothes for the little squirrel in the cloakroom.

Xiaoguai is indeed a popular little tailor in the small town of Valta. The clothes are not fancy, but they are simple, generous and beautiful.

Of course, Mr. Weasel did this with a guilty conscience, not to peek at the little clothes.

He gently opened the side drawer, rummaged through layers, and found the thing he was most interested in on the last layer.

Mr. Squirrel's panties.

They are all pure white, with the cartoon pattern of Mr. Squirrel printed on them. They are made of the most comfortable soft fabrics. They are clean and smell like sunshine and saponins.

OMG, so cute!

Today's little squirrel also wears a pair of fat times like this?

The more Mr. Weasel thought about it, the more excited he was. He dragged the suitcase into the cloakroom, opened it, and stuffed his pile of colorful underpants into a small drawer, next to the little squirrel's underpants.

The pure white underpants were squeezed out of shape by his floral underpants, and his feet were so soft that they were wrinkled. Mr. Weasel smiled, and an indescribable sense of pride rose in his heart.

Humming a little tune, he moved the other luggage into the small tree house one by one, and packed them slowly.

And the little squirrel on the other side has no idea what bad things Mr. Weasel has done behind his back!He stepped on the small bench, carefully put the five-flowered river crab into the small aluminum pot, covered the pot, and started to steam.

Picking up the small water ladle on the side, walked into the storage room, scooped out a scoop of rice from the rice jar in the corner, then returned to the small kitchen, cleaned it and started to simmer the rice porridge.

Before the rice porridge was boiled, Mr. Squirrel removed the inedible gills and stomach of the small river crabs that had been steamed, cut them into pieces with a knife, and put them into the rice porridge together with the selected vegetables for stewing. .

Finally, sprinkle with shredded ginger and scallions, and the vegetable and crab porridge is ready.

Scoop the crab porridge into a ceramic bowl with a wooden spoon and put it on the small dining table. Mr. Squirrel came to the door of the kitchen and shouted to the outside: "Mr. Huang Lang, dinner is ready, come and eat."

After speaking, Mr. Squirrel took the lead in sitting in the small dining chair. He covered his furry ears with his paws, and his little face was pink.

Thinking that in the days to come, there will be another goblin living under the same roof with him, we can talk about food, share our moods, listen to the rain with a lotus leaf umbrella, watch the snow by the stove...

oh!Holy mouse Maria!

Mr. Squirrel clasped his palms together and prayed devoutly.

Thank you for giving the mouse such a wonderful life!

Smelling the scent, the weasel rushed to the kitchen. He didn't see anything, sat down opposite the little squirrel, sniffed the ceramic bowl, and started his daily dog-licking behavior.

"Wow, this crab porridge is really delicious! Little monster, you are much better than Chef Meow in the small town of Varta. He can only cook all kinds of cat meals."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasel picked up the small spoon placed beside him and started to gobble it up. As long as the food was cooked by mobs, he would usually even lick the bottom of the bowl clean.

After filling his stomach, Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Weasel packed their luggage together.

There are not many daily necessities, most of which are tools and books needed to build a house. There are more than a dozen large cardboard boxes, which were carried to the vacant room on the second floor by two goblins.

This is the studio reserved by Mr. Weasel for himself.

Opening a cardboard box and putting the books inside on the bookshelf, Mr. Weasel glanced at the little squirrel who was bending over and sticking out his little butt to help him pack his luggage. He felt thirsty.

"Little monster, let's sleep together tonight, you don't live in the attic anymore."

Hearing this, the tape measure that Mr. Squirrel was holding in his paw slammed down on the floor. He raised his head and stared at Mr. Weasel in a daze, unable to believe what he heard.

Going to bed together so soon?But... But the little squirrel is not ready yet.

And Mr. Weasel hadn't taken him to Morris Church, and kissed his paws with Father Dove's blessing.

Nor did he go to the Fountain of Love in the depths of the Fairy Forest, and exchange love under the swan statue crossing necks.

"I don't want it." Mr. Squirrel refused without even thinking about it. He is not that kind of indiscreet fairy!

As expected, it was rejected...

In fact, Mr. Weasel has no evil thoughts, he just wants to hug a soft little squirrel when he sleeps at night...

Well, he admits, as a grown goblin, he can be a little hands and feet.

But he will never force the mobs to do something out of line.

In the eyes of the goblins in the Fairy Forest, being together as lovers is a sacred thing.

Moreover, as the party who is actively courting, Mr. Weasel still has a lot to do. Before he puts the grass ring on Mr. Squirrel's paw, he will not force the mob to make love with him. After all, he He really likes this little squirrel, how can he be willing to be wronged?

So that night, Mr. Weasel still slept on the bed, and Mr. Squirrel lived in the small attic.

Waiting until midnight, Mr. Weasel stared stubbornly, but refused to fall asleep.

The surrounding area was quiet, and after confirming that the little squirrel had fallen asleep peacefully at this point, Mr. Weasel climbed up from the bed on tiptoe.

He came to the bedroom door, stretched out two paws, pinched the doorknob and gently locked the bedroom door.

In the night, Mr. Weasel's animal pupils were shining with a thief light.

Hehe, the little squirrel is still too young, how can he let him sleep in his room like a pervert?

Tonight I will teach him how to make a goblin!

With a wretched smile on his face, Mr. Weasel burrowed into the small cloakroom, opened the bottom drawer familiarly, stretched his paws in, and took out a pair of underpants.

He crawled back onto the bed with his underpants in his arms and put them on the small pillow.

Then a hungry wolf pounced on the food, using both hands and feet, hugging the small pillow and kissing fiercely.

Haw!Haw!Haw!

"Ah, you little squirrel, you're so damn sweet."

The smell of Mr. Squirrel still seems to linger on the little underpants. If you can’t touch the little squirrel, take a small pillow to satisfy your greed. No fairy can control him, right?

Mr. Weasel exerted too much force, his head banged on the small pillow, which made him a little dizzy, but he didn't care, and continued to kiss, it's just such a muscle!

But I thought in my heart, when I have time, I will go to the town of Warta to find the woodpecker doctor to learn from it!

I heard the gossip from Mr. Starling that Dr. Woodpecker is a smart bird.

He guards his own small clinic during the day, wears a white coat and a stethoscope, and is approachable, but at night, he wears a low-cut shirt and small leather shoes. He is the most beautiful boy in the disco.

One trick to become famous - the life-killing series of boos, which made countless pink goblins who wandered around the night scene give up their hearts on him.

oh!If there is a chance, he must steal a lesson or two, not trying to fascinate many goblins, but at least make the little squirrel docile to him.

Press the small pillow against the body and bite, leaving several rows of teeth marks on the panties.

Mr. Weasel tossed and tossed until midnight, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He fell headlong on the small pillow and snored like thunder in an instant.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, he took off his underpants from the pillow and put them on his head in a daze. Mr. Weasel was drooling, looking like an idiot, sleeping on his back.