At this moment, even the desert wind turned gentle.
The little foxes' paws were greasy and sticky. Qi Xiao fished a pack of wet wipes from his backpack and, after pulling out a sheet, gently held Fox Si Bao's oily little paw.
In the moonlight, his lowered eyes appeared particularly tender.
Fox Si Bao wriggled its body.
"Don't move." He whispered, yet still allowed the little fox to roll around on his knee.
The wet wipe meticulously cleaned each pink pad, not even skipping the tiny grains of sand between the toes. Seeing this, Fox Sansan immediately approached, rubbing its furry head against the palm of his hand.
The five little foxes sat neatly in a row, their fluffy tails sweeping a small fan shape in the sand, eagerly waiting for Qi Xiao to clean each of their paws.
