What Time Will You Go Home with a Samoyed Like This?

"What kind of partner do you want to match?" A friend asked Ji Congwei before participating in the marriage match. "Cute one." Ji Congwei said casually. "It's fluffy and warm. It will wag its tail with joy when it sees me." The matching results will be sent to Ji Congwei's mailbox the next day. The canine beastman named Quejing was five years older than him, almost the opposite of what he had casually described before. In the ID photo, the other person's long platinum hair was tied into a bunch, and his gold-rimmed glasses were cold and ascetic, like a serious leader. Ji Congwei: Tsk. Awkward. - After marriage, Ji Congwei and Quejing got together. Under the same roof, they are like roommates. Just half a month into the ordinary life, Quejing took the initiative to knock on Ji Conwei's door. Que Jing's long hair was loose, his shirt had been unbuttoned to the fourth button, and his furry pointed ears were moving back and forth on the top of his head. "Awei. If you refuse to give me a chance, how do you know I'm not the kind of partner you want?" Small Theater Turn the bedroom lights to the darkest level. Ji Congwei held Quejing's tail and stroked it from root to tip. "Shaking so hard." Ji Congwei's voice was very soft, like a simple emotion. "... Does this... Do you know how to wag your tail?" Que Jing was bullied until the corners of his eyes became red, but he still looked at him stubbornly. "Is that what you want?" CP of this article: Ji Congwei (attack) × Quejing (receiver) Mission: Respect trust and love