The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 22 - Something That Changed.

Not felt, day after day has passed. For more than two weeks Lynx continued to travel Hazel everywhere. Their unexpected encounter, presented a forbidden feeling that should have been buried in the first place.

But what power, the wild love that grows in the heart can not be arranged or ruled where to bring the storyline. All small and large businesses continue to do Lynx. Her only goal is one, wanting to hear a confession that Hazel loves her too.

Although actually without being asked for recognition, from the movements and daily gurgles the girl can already be read like what. Even more than once Lynx caught Hazel who was wrong with her red cheeks.

But back at his original goal, Lynx would not immediately conclude that Hazel was also secretly harboring feelings. Before hearing firsthand what the girl's heart was like, then Lynx would never stop to chase.

“Hufft!” Hazel breathed while wiping the sweat down her forehead. “Finally I can finish all the clothes I sewed.” His eyesight was so focused on the dark brown clothing suit.

Looking at the door, Hazel yells at Lynx's name to get to him. “Lynx, try you here for a minute.”

The crackling sounds of those unsettled moving footsteps grew closer. Until finally a tall man with broad shoulders appeared from behind the door.

Lynx's face was slightly flushed, also flooded with sweat pouring on part of her face and neck. Since the man was only bare-chested and his lower body was only covered by a small cloth, so his aura of sexiness seemed to increase.

Hazel's intention, which had originally asked Lynx to try on the clothes she had already sewed, fell as her eyes lit up the rodents, flanked by the innocent-faced man's lips.

While ruffled around the waist, Hazel nagged, “Hey, let go of the rat. I told you, you're not a cat, Lynx. Why do you have such a hobby of preying on rats here? You can get a stomachache if you eat it directly.”

Hazel's style scolded just like an older brother who was lecturing his mischievous younger brother. The Lynx expression made now is also very supportive.

“I didn't eat it, Hazel. I just play with the rats I've caught. You're always locked up in the room, never taking me on a chat or a play. I'm lonely, Hazel,” Lynx said after freeing the little mouse from his mouth.

As her head bowed and her beautiful eyes rolled dramatically, it somehow looked pitiful. Hazel realizes that she has not had much time with Lynx lately.

After returning home from work, Hazel remained silent in her room. Leave the man alone without being talked to first. But as you know, Hazel stayed away for no reason.

He just wanted to keep his promise to make Lynx clothes. Hazel tries hard to use her busy time to sew. Until all the fabrics that he bought the other day, now it is in the form of clothes

“Are you getting uncomfortable being next to me, Hazel? Or is my presence still a burden? Creatures like me ... Look disgusting in your eyes?” Lynx's speech bounces everywhere, this is how it is if you are sensitive.

Hazel immediately shook her head, walking a few steps forward to get closer to her. Dare to cupped Lynx's cheek to look at her.

It felt wet from sweat that had not dried up, also the surface of the skin was so cold. But strangely, from the sense of touch through his hands just channeled warmth that spread throughout the body.

“See me, Lynx. Throw away that sad expression. Don't put me in a position as if I'm the antagonist in your story,” Hazel commands while patting Lynx's cheek gently.

Before Hazel lowered her hand, Lynx touched her first and held her. It made Hazel freeze with a red tinge that began to spread on the surface of her cheeks.

Not getting there, Lynx dared to lick Hazel's fingers while showing a sensual expression. Of course, it has come under sharp criticism from Hazel. Without thinking twice, Hazel immediately pulled her arm from there.

“Basic idiot. You think I'm food? I told you I didn't like you doing that,” Hazel was furious, but Lynx responded with a laugh.

“But it's sweet. I like it,” Lynx replied with a wink, not afraid that Hazel would get angry.

“Stop babbling useless things. I told you to come here not for that.”

Lynx tilts her head with a shrunken forehead. “Then?”

Hazel moved sideways. Show something behind him. Letting the man see some of the clothes he had already sewed. Although the model is the same, at least the clothes and pants have different colors.

“How? You likey? This is why I always lock myself in my room. I was busy sewing clothes for you. You should have been thank-”

Brucks.

“Aummm!”

Just now Hazel got a surprise attack. His small body was tightly hugged by that bongsor-bodied man. Surprisingly, even though Lynx was sweating, the aroma was so fragrant.

“You're not a wolf, Lynx. Stop roaring. Your roar is not at all roaring. Anyway, why are you so busy using animal language while you're in human form?”

Lynx breaks down the hug, gives a little distance. His tail and ears were appearing to be wobbling funny. “Eum, don't know. I'm too happy. So it's like this. Realizing I'd be wearing clothes stitched by you, it felt like I couldn't stop pounding.”

“Whatever it is, stop it. Now you can try all the clothes. From today on, I don't want to see you roam around undressed anymore. And try when I wake up in the morning, you're already wearing clothes. Understand?”

Lynx head mangosteen. “Ready, little miss!”

“You love to call me that,” Hazel said later.

“Why? That's a good call for you. A beautiful girl with a small body. I really like it!”

Hearing her answer, Hazel regretted talking about it.

“Ck. You're a fox, but it feels like you deserve to be called a crocodile.”

Lynx scratches the temple in confusion. “Huh? What's connection?”

Hazel picks up one of the clothes on the bed, then throws it at Lynx. “Do not think. That's not important. Now you change your clothes. I want to see it, whether it suits you or not.”

“Good. I'll wear it.” Lynx had already taken a swing to take down the thin cloth that covered her lower body.

Not yet had the cloth sagged from his waist, Hazel who knew what was going to happen, then held him back while spouting a scream with bulging eyes.

“Crazy! Who told you to change clothes here?” Hazel opens the door wide, then pulls Lynx's body to be pushed out.

“Do not dare to enter before you wear it!” he said before finally closing the door roughly.

Hazel's chest was deflated, her shoulders were going up and down rhythmically, not because of the emotions that reached the crown. But because there was something crackling inside his chest. Because it was difficult to control yourself, it ended up being like this.

“Damn it, why is he never shy to show such an item in front of me?” Hazel rubbed her flushed face with one hand, her body acridly pacing.

After a while of waiting, Hazel hears a knock at the door. Maybe Lynx is done wearing her clothes. So Hazel hurriedly galloped to open the door.

When Lynx is right in front of the door, Hazel must look up her head to see the man's face. Understandably, his short and small body was not as good as him.

When the eyes with the eyes have met, with Lynx's tingle even singly next to the corner of the lips. Making a smile smirk ala-ala. Plus he had to raise next to his thick eyebrows.

Hazel, who saw Lynx's expression just now, felt that her heart seemed to be insecure again. The timid voice inside grew louder as Lynx began to draw closer to her face.

Because at this time his mouth suddenly mute, difficult to talk. So the alternative that Hazel can do is to lower her gaze, her hand slowly touching Lynx's chest. Want pushing.

“Says you want to see my appearance. Why are you avoiding now? Come look at me, Hazel.” Lynx is getting so-so, as if intentionally doing this.

Hazel could only look straight ahead, unable to get her head back. What Hazel sees is a pendant moving back and forth in front of her.

The pendant that Lynx always wears looks different. The color was not as bright as when Hazel first saw it. Also the light that came out there seemed to dim.

“Wait, Lynx. Something's wrong with your locket. The light dimmed, the color also began to fade. Is that a bad sign?”

Lynx was previously unaware of the change in her pendant, so was curious after being told by the girl. Seeing for yourself if it turns out the pendant he uses looks changed.

“Hey, answer me.” Hazel held onto Lynx's arm, slightly shaking her body, trying to get the man's attention to answer her.

“... Tell me. This isn't a bad sign for you, is it?”

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