Forget it, let's sleep outside, Junjun.

Xu Qiaoqiao jumped into Jun Qi's arms, kissed his chin, and affectionately rubbed her face against his.

Feeling the little fox's movement, Jun Qi smiled happily. The little fox wasn't angry anymore, which was wonderful. Heaven knows how tiring it was for him to maintain that sitting posture for so long.

However, because of what happened with Xu Qiaoqiao today, Jun Qi hasn't touched soap since.

By the time Xu Qiaoqiao was nine years old, she had become very old. Many of her movements were no longer agile, and she was sleeping longer and longer. She also began to have a strange smell.

At the beginning, Xu Qiaoqiao had a premonition, and Jun Qi did feel it too, but he didn't think about it in that cruel direction.

Perhaps he never even thought about that matter.

On the first day of the polar night of that year, Jun Qi took the little fox out and gently held the snow to wash away the dirt on the little fox's body. He had done this many times before, so his movements were particularly skillful.

Xu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes groggily, felt Jun Qi's movements, and couldn't help but rub against his palm, then tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue to lick the hair on his chin.

Even this simple action made Xu Qiaoqiao feel extremely tired.

After washing the little fox clean, Jun Qi held her in his arms, patted her back, and hummed softly. He sat at the entrance of the cave and watched the aurora with the little fox.

The aurora borealis was exceptionally beautiful today, with colorful lights filling the sky, including twinkling stars.

"Hee hee." Little fox, the sky is especially beautiful today.