"Mr. Lu, you are such an old fox." Why did she think he was a dull and cold person at the beginning?
"You are a little hedgehog." His fingers gently stroked her hair, and she couldn't help but shrink back and forth into the quilt.
"Change another animal," she said.
He thought for a while: "Then you are also a fox. Cross-species love has always been rough, and there is reproductive isolation. It is better to be of the same kind."
Intention: