Chapter 209 Pinocchio (21) Little Dog

Werewolf.

What exactly are werewolves like?

Over the years, Crane Kite had traveled to many places with caravans, met all sorts of people, and seen all kinds of strange and wonderful creatures.

There were crystal-clear octopuses, playing with their fingernails in front of him; there were graceful half-snakes, half-humans, who had once ambiguously wrapped their tails around his ankles; and there were werewolves and fox-people from remote star systems, each with their own unique characteristics.

But those were all superficial attempts, like fleeting blossoms and drifting leaves, leaving no trace.

Cranes and kites have never had any closer contact with these species.

--dislike.

Because I don't like it, I resist it.

Hanunu was his first intimate werewolf partner in every sense of the word.

He had no experience in this area, nor had he specifically studied it.

He Yuan was confident that she could control the other party, but she never thought that people who fall into the sea of ​​desire would have much less rationality.

He drove the crimson moon, which he had almost devoured, in an attempt to stop Hanunu.

In the sticky room, silver frost was spilled all over the floor, mixed with a trickle of clear water.

The aroma of essential oils was much stronger, and the shimmering skin was filled with the sweet fragrance that spread after being moistened by water.

Her jet-black hair clung damply to the sides of her face, making her skin appear as smooth as jade and her cheeks flushed.

At this moment, Hanunu resonated with the mindset of her previous ex-husbands.

Such a beautiful view.

How can one not love, how can one not hate?

I love his unparalleled elegance, but I hate my own gray hair.

It's hard to imagine what He Yuan's first husband's mindset was when he got together with her, becoming her first husband in her youth and a mountain that countless people later could not cross.

Crane and kite do not resemble human beings.

He was like a seductive enchantress; if he set his sights on someone, he could have them with a mere flick of his wrist, but if he didn't, even if you followed the enchantress's clues, you would always be turned away.

Crane and Kite couldn't stand it.

Whenever Hanunu gets close to him, he feels a prickling sensation all over his body.

Some hairs can get inside, while others, like wolf hairs, sweep everywhere, never giving him a moment's peace.

The body, which had been in excellent condition, was now a complete mess, like a paint palette that had been overturned, with red and purple stains everywhere.

He tilted his head back and gasped for breath, but the werewolf pulled him back and kissed him, leaving only his nasal cavity breathing.

......

At this point in the story, what happened earlier is no longer relevant.

Neither of them could control themselves, and they spent the whole day acting recklessly. It was only after Mikhail persistently made phone calls that they were finally pulled out of the room.

When she came out, He Yuan looked fine.

He was physically strong, but when he was doing it, as the one receiving, he always had to bear a lot of things, and sometimes he couldn't exert any strength. In addition, there was a lot of fluid in his stomach, so apart from complaining of being tired, he could only struggle to get up and expel all the fluid from his stomach before continuing.

Hanunu looked quite presentable, and his thick fur perfectly concealed the scratches on his body, making it impossible for anyone to find any flaws.

Mikhail looked at them with suspicion, his gaze sweeping over He Yuan with distrust.

He always felt that He Yuan was a bit strange, like how she suddenly left the carriage before, and then met up with them again.

She looks exactly the same, yet she inexplicably has gained a more alluring quality.

The young man pressed his pale fingers against his bow tie, a little bit of it inadvertently showing through his collar, which was noticed.

The white mark that grew there was very noticeable, even with the slightest trace, let alone the large patches of red marks, which could even be vaguely seen to be the shape of a finger.

A bit of skin was exposed at the cuff when he exerted force, and there were handprints identical to those on his chest.

Mikhail teased with a hint of hope, "Looks like Hanunu doesn't know his own strength. He's made you look like this after the massage?"

Crane Kite: "......"

He nodded silently, which was taken as acquiescence.

There's no need to refute this, nor is there any need to announce it to the world. Their relationship was just a fleeting affair, a moment of pleasure, with no plans for the future.

That's all.

Hanunu understood everything from his expression.

Is there no future?

Well, anyway, his future was gone from the moment he was born.

All he needs to do is be a stray dog ​​that comes when summoned and goes when dismissed.

That's how they should have been.

"Remember to hold back next time, don't use so much force," He Yuan suddenly looked up, pulling his tie down in dissatisfaction, "You made me want to throw up, you know...?"

The young man suddenly leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Little puppy, be a good boy."

Hanunu leaned closer and replied, "My master, wolfhounds are hard to train, you'll need to put in a lot of effort and give them some treats."

Otherwise, how could it have gone from a wolfhound to a domestic dog?

He Yuan rolled her eyes at him, casually tore off his tie, wrapped it around her hand, and went back to her room to rest.

Hanunu's fur was lush, but after this trip, his chest was scratched raw, with red lines of scratch marks, making it easy to guess what kind of situation had led to this.

After He Yuan left, Mikhail stopped pretending.

"You—you just took him to bed like that!"

They've only known each other for half a day!

Including the time spent in bed, it's only been a day and a half!

Why should I?!

Mikhail was startled by his own thoughts.

Why was his first reaction "Why?" instead of "Why?"

He should condemn Hanunu's actions, but it seems he's actually... somewhat interested in learning.

Hanunu buttoned up her shirt, inadvertently revealing scratches on her neck and a belt on her wrist. "Is that not allowed?"

He looked at the young and spirited man in front of him and said, "Don't you humans have a term called 'love at first sight'? That's what happened between him and me."

He liked He Yuan, and he expressed his feelings.

He Yuan had a good impression of him and accepted his feelings.

So simple, so quick.

This differs significantly from Mikhail's long-held principle of pure love.

He felt that they should cultivate feelings to some extent, but He Yuan had already passed that stage.

If you tease a naive person at first and it's fun, but you lose interest later, they'll just ignore you.

Fireworks are beautiful, and pictures are interesting, but he has experienced them all, seen them all, and done them all with the people he likes.

If Mikhail wants to impress Crane and Kite with these ideas, he must be more thoughtful and more innovative than his predecessors.

"Just because you like someone... you shouldn't act like this!"

Mikhail replied with difficulty, "How can you do something like this so casually..."

Hanunu retorted, "How do you know we just came randomly? He clearly wanted to get to know me better, didn't he?"

He had thought that their relationship had come to an end.

Perhaps the young man had just been grieving for a while when he remembered something, which gave him a glimmer of hope and an opportunity.

Hanunu seized the opportunity.

He was originally a werewolf, so his portrayal of a wolfhound was, if not masterful, quite natural.

Mikhail recalled the scene from just now.

The image of He Yuan whispering and cuddling with the werewolf lingered in his mind, constantly challenging his thoughts.

Is that really the case?

Is this really the only way?

"And don't you think your words belittle him as well?" Hanunu's voice turned cold.

He didn't have a deep relationship with Mikhail and the others, and now that he had recognized a new "master," he naturally had to cheer for his "master" and protect his reputation.

Mikhail immediately shook his head. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just think we should cherish it even more..."

"Take care?" Hanunu looked at him meaningfully. "What he needs now is more than just taking care."

Was the werewolf really that violent just now?

If Hanunu were truly violent, Heyuan would have kicked him off the stage and left long ago.

It's just that cherishing something and feeling a sense of novelty are not mutually exclusive.

Hanunu benefits from her werewolf body, which currently offers some novelty.

But who knows what will happen next?

Mikhail couldn't find his way, and neither could Hanunu.

If that initial novelty wears off, and the werewolf doesn't find a new one... they might never reach that day.

Hanunu felt relieved when she thought about her lifespan.

His lifespan was only enough for him to finish being a domesticated wolfhound.

Looking at the still bewildered young man, he suddenly realized he didn't need to say so much.

In short, this silly boy is quite lucky. Since he's on He Yuan's list, it means he won't be easily abandoned.

Hanunu turned and went inside to clean up the mess, leaving Mikhail alone, lost in thought.

What does Crane Kite really need?

Mikhail thought about it for a very long time.

He slowly reviewed the young man's actions and words along the way, trying to grasp something.

He thought of the general who was still on the fairy ship.

Will spending time with someone be the answer?

With others having already achieved great things, it seems he has little chance.

"What could it be...?"

Mikhail thought about returning to his residence to discuss with Tirnan, "Although I dislike him a lot, I have to admit..."

"What Hanunu said does make some sense."

They were both inexperienced newcomers, while the other was a seasoned playboy who had seen it all. By all accounts, neither of them had anything that could impress the other.

Surely He Yuan wouldn't like someone with a personality like the kind that's always causing trouble, like those characters in third-rate novels?

“No,” Lazarina said, pulling herself out of her calculations, “I think he would hate this behavior.”

“I asked my colleagues at Xianzhou, and they said that Heyuan hates troublesome people. Her first two husbands were very troublesome, but her third husband was very easy to manage.”

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Author's Note: Working hard to unlock...