"Are you even speaking human language?"
Ansheng raised a hand, making a questioning gesture, looked at Momo with a face full of black lines, and asked:
"My tail just droops there, it didn't provoke anyone, so how could it be lustful."
"It's not lustful, it's very colorful..." Momo rubbed her forehead, some things she really didn't know how to explain to the Little Fox.
What happened last night indeed felt a bit embarrassing and shameful to Momo, but she didn't care too much, it was just an unintended accident.
But today, seeing the Little Fox, watching him lie on Ah Qing's shoulder, with his tail wagging behind Ah Qing.
Momo always felt that Huhu was seducing her.
The Little Fox, of course, was not problematic, Momo knew that the real problem was with her own mind.
"If I had to describe it, I would probably use 'once you taste the marrow, you know the flavor,' " Momo frowned and thought.
