The most emotionally arousing of all activities known to man.

It is a separation of life and death.

Just by whispering these four words, one can feel a heavy sadness and unspeakable reluctance.

People who are sentimental have always been sad about separation.

Even Zhu Yourong, who was always calm, dignified and a role model for teachers, would suddenly feel lost in a trance after receiving news of someone's death and "last words". His mind would go blank, with only a strong and pure emotional impulse.

Unable to suppress his rationality, his emotions exploded, and Snow Eyed Yuanying ran away directly.

It was at that moment that the busty lady truly and intuitively realized the importance of that man to her.

All the previous appreciation of friendship, all the tacit understanding, all the emotional preparation... etc. were completely ignited by this spark.

It became an irresistible emotion and love, lingering in her once indifferent and elegant heart.

As a result, Zhu Yourong's almost explicit teacher-student relationship with Zhao Rong turned sour not long ago.

Right now.

In the grove where all the autumn leaves have fallen, two hearts are still beating wildly.

The same is true for the amorous fox girl.

Before in Duyou City, Su Xiaoxiao's little emotions had been completely melted away by the deep sadness before and the warm embrace at this moment.

In the autumn wind.

The scholar and the fox girl hugged each other quietly and tenderly for a long time.

"Zhao Lang!"

She let out a cry of passion, and held him tightly with her hands and feet like an octopus, her whole body hanging on him, as if she was afraid that Zhao Rong would suddenly leave again in the next second... Hey, why again?

"Xiaoxiao." The man's voice was gentle.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to hold up her little butt with both hands to prevent her from falling, while at the same time lowering his head to bury it in her wet hair.

"Zhao Lang." The little fox demon buried his head in his arms and arched twice, like a little pig.

"Here I am."

"Zhao Lang~" She sniffed and couldn't help but call him, her voice soft but a little hoarse.

"Yeah." Zhao Rong felt very distressed when he heard it and hugged Su Xiaoxiao tighter.

I responded to her without feeling annoyed at all.

"Zhao Lang...Puchi." The little fox demon, who buried her little face in her lover's arms, was suddenly very happy.

"Zhao Lang~Zhao Lang~my Zhao Lang..." She called her and sang happily.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Why is he still like a child... But, this is his Xiaoxiao.

Zhao Rong smiled.

"Zhao...Ha Qiu——!"

The little fox demon suddenly sneezed loudly halfway through her shouting, and her two shoulders shrank.

Zhao Rong hurriedly said, "How come you caught a cold? You don't know how to take care of yourself...Okay, Xiaoxiao, come down quickly. I'll take you down the mountain first."

Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, hanging on him unwillingly, and whispered: "I want to hug you, I...I want to hug you for a while..."

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, then lowered his head to her ear, bit her earlobe and teased, "Oh, do you want to wipe some more snot on Zhao Lang?"

"No, no..." Su Xiaoxiao's ears turned red and she twisted her waist twice in a coquettish and unwilling manner.

But while she said no, she raised a little hand, put it into his arms, and quietly wiped something.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay, my Xiao Xiao is a little fox fairy, how can she have snot? Well, even if she does, it's fragrant. Zhao Lang doesn't mind, you can wipe it however you want."

"Puchi~ Um, bad Zhao Lang, so disgusting!" Su Xiaoxiao's heart felt as sweet as if it was smeared with honey.

Zhao Rong smiled, holding the 'little eight-clawed fox demon' in his arms lovingly and spun around twice.

"Okay, come down first. You have a cold. Didn't you rush here last night, run all over the mountains, and not sleep all night? You should take a hot bath and change into dry and warm clothes."

"Well, Xiaoxiao, it's okay. Xiaoxiao will be fine as long as she holds Zhao Lang. You don't have a cold... Let Xiaoxiao hold him for a while longer..." she whispered.

I could feel the pity and reluctance in her words.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then smiled and patted her little butt, "Come down first, I'll carry you down the mountain."

"No!"

Su Xiaoxiao happily let go of her hands and legs, then ran behind him, jumped onto the back of Zhao Rong who was bending over, and continued to be his "personal burden".

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly, wondering why even this required bargaining.

He carried Su Xiaoxiao on his back and first walked to the front to pick up the tombstone. After thinking for a while, he put it away and did not put it back on the small mound where the broken arm was buried.

Who knows if it will trap some weird things again if I insert it back.

Well, even if not, Zhao Rong felt it would be creepy and unlucky if some passers-by who didn't know the truth bowed or gave some tributes.

So, Zhao Rong carried his little fox mother on his back and left the grove and went down the mountain.

On the mountain road.

Su Xiaoxiao rested her chin on his shoulder, made two cute "ah" sounds, and finally sneezed loudly.

"Ha Qiu——!"

Zhao Rong turned his head, freed one hand, held her cheek, and carefully wiped her nose, which was already running clear snot, with his thumb.

The little fox demon shyly and sweetly took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Zhao Rong directly took out her handkerchief, and then whenever Su Xiaoxiao sneezed, he would patiently wipe her red nose without any disgust.

Su Xiaoxiao lay on Zhao Lang's back, with her head tilted, her red little cheek pressed against his right shoulder.

The lovely fox eyes stared at his profile without blinking.

Zhao Rong bent down slightly, silently carried her on his back, walked steadily on the mountain path, looking at the road ahead.

Su Xiao was sometimes happy and sometimes quiet. At this moment, she tilted her little head and stared at his focused and determined profile for a while.

Suddenly I felt an indescribable happiness and said blankly:

"Zhao Lang, I... am I dreaming? Did you send this message to me in my dream? I can't believe it..."

Zhao Rong looked ahead and said softly, "What's there to be unbelievable about? It's good that Zhao Lang returned safely... If you feel like you're dreaming, pinch yourself to see if it hurts. Well, I can do this for you."

He smiled sheepishly, "Well, tell me, where should I pinch? How about pinching the part of my little fox girl where she has the most flesh?"

Su Xiaoxiao thought about it and said, "Hmm, that's a good idea!"

After he finished speaking, before Zhao Rong could do anything bad, the little fox demon happily lowered its head and bit him directly on the shoulder.

The little fox demon with sharp teeth bit the young scholar, "Mmmmm..."

Zhao Rong: “…”

"No, why did you bite me?" he asked in an unpleasant tone.

"Hmm, let's see if you are the real Zhao Lang." Su Xiaoxiao waved her little fist in front of him, and Zhao Rong leaned back.

She was justified.

Then the little fox demon bit his shoulder lightly and explained vaguely: "I know the smell of my Zhao Lang..."

“……???”

Good man, you're testing the goods with your mouth? Do you think I'm a dish?

You are really worthy of me, Su Xiaoxiao.