On the single bed, Qiuqiu curled up into a ball with its back to Shao Zifeng.
Shao Zifeng hadn't expected Qiuqiu to care so much about that remark, and he reached out to gently stroke Qiuqiu's Scale Armor.
"Ying!"
Qiuqiu used its tail to push Shao Zifeng's hand away and rolled forward to bury its head in the blanket.
The hand hanging in mid-air slightly clenched in the air.
It didn't hurt.
But he felt a bit lost, as this was the first time Qiuqiu had resisted his touch; he felt somewhat empty inside.
Shao Zifeng sighed.
As Qiuqiu became more and more reliable, he didn't know when he had started to often overlook its psychological age.
No matter how strong, Qiuqiu was still less than a year old.
Scratching his head in frustration, Shao Zifeng thought about how to comfort the little guy.
"Yo~"
The fawn stood by Shao Zifeng, its gaze carrying a hint of apology.
"It's my fault, fawn, you don't need to apologize."
He rubbed the fawn's head with his large hand.
