Her actions were without hesitation, as she gently patted its back like soothing a child, her cheek brushing against its soft fur.
The Little Fox was startled by her sudden enthusiasm.
Its limbs curled slightly, but it was reluctant to break free, allowing her to rub it obediently.
The Little Fox was so shy it was pink all over, its ears trembling non-stop, its head burrowing persistently into her embrace.
Those big round eyes were half-open, half-closed.
Its tail swayed restlessly from side to side, the tips lightly brushing against Selene's arm.
It wanted to speak, but dared not lift its head, only able to hum softly.
Alza squinted his narrow fox eyes, giving her a gentle glare.
That expression was both coquettish and charming.
His amber eyes glimmered under the sunlight.
Selene's heart skipped a beat at his glare.
She felt a bit more softened.
Selene felt almost boneless, finally understanding why so many people love petting cats.
