The fox walked up to the white wolf, first rubbed its head against the white wolf's side, and then jumped on the white wolf's soft belly.
The white wolf smelled the familiar scent, and expertly lifted the fox to his chest, and licked the fox king's smooth fur with his wet tongue.
The wolf's belly was very soft, like a stove. You could feel the wolf's hot body temperature wherever you touched it. The fox king was extremely satisfied with everything. He turned over and closed his eyes. This was one of the few moments of relaxation in his life, using the white wolf's belly as his bed and the sky as his quilt.
His whole fox bones seemed to soften at that moment. He turned over, adjusted to a comfortable position, and fell into a dark and sweet dream, dreaming about the story of their past.
Demining, the author's writing is poor and there is no logic at all.
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