Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

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    Ge Xiu couldn’t help but laugh with Elinor’s close intimate way of greeting:

    “Don’t make trouble, it’s itchy!”

    He raised his hand and pushed the head of the giant wolf, taking advantage of the situation rub his fluffy neck with both hands.

    Elinor raised his head and slightly extended the distance between them.

    However, in the pair of blood red pupils, there was a bit of anxiety and restlessness.

    The Fenrir clan has always had a very keen sense of smell. They could detect the slightest changes in breath of any organism, and could even smell the imminent death and danger… And from the first day they met, Elinor could smell the vitality of Ge Xiu fading and withering little by little, as if being constantly devoured by something unknown, making him become weaker and weaker day by day.

    This trend was like a fall with being pulled down by gravity, no matter how hard Elinor tries, he can’t stop it.

    This feeling of powerlessness made him very irritable.

    Ge Xiu seemed to be totally unaware of the changes in his body… Or maybe he was aware, but he didn’t care.

    Elinor’s eyes sank.

    Ge Xiu still looked carefree.

    He moved inward, then patted the ground on his side, and asked, “Do you want to come up?”

    Was there any reason to refuse?

    Elinor jumped up, and the huge wolf’s body movements were surprisingly agile and light. The thick paw pads completely absorbed the impact that might have happened when he landed, and he hardly made a sound. He cautiously curled around Ge Xiu, his slender body was submerged into the soft and thick fur, and then he wrapped around him his fluffy tail and tucked him inside it.

    Finally, he put his head on his front paws, and tightly encircled Ge Xiu in his body.

    After getting along for such a long time, Elinor has keenly sensed the subtle difference between Ge Xiu’s treatment of his two forms.

    When he was in his human form, Ge Xiu’s attitude was more polite and distant, but when he becomes a wolf, Ge Xiu is visibly more willing to get close to him, and even actively asked for a hug.

    Elinor didn’t think he would care about those details, but in the cave, he was still more willing to maintain Fenrir’s body.

    He lowered his sight, his blood-red eyes fixedly stared at the human being in his embrace, his expression softened.

    As if following the master’s wishes, the tip of the tail near Ge Xiu’s head happily swished a few times in small movements.

    The delicate fur on the tip of the tail swept across Ge Xiu’s cheek, soft as a feather. Itchy.

    Ge Xiu shifted his eyebrows, raised his hand to hug the soft and fluffy tail, and then rubbed his itchy cheeks against the tail, muttering:

    “Don’t move.”

    There was still a little sleepiness in his voice that hasn’t gone away, his hoarse voice was soft and unclear, with a sweet and sticky* ending, sounding as if he was acting coquettish.

    Elinor’s tail didn’t move anymore.

    However, the two pointed ears on the top of his head trembled slightly, and they subconsciously folded to the back of his head.