275 He wants to pounce onto Gu Mengmeng...

Elvis froze, looking up at Gu Mengmeng's surprised face.

Did she… pretend to like it, just to comfort him?

Gu Mengmeng rubbed her face against Elvis' tail, feeling on cloud nine.

Unlike Lea's tail, Elvis' was not as fluffy nor was it as solid, the fur was slightly harder, but not to the point where it would poke her hands. It was a textured level of hardness. Gu Mengmeng stuck her finger into the tip of Elvis' tail, rubbing against the direction of the fur growth. It felt like fine sand between her fingers, clearly hard sand but carrying the warm from the sun and its own greasiness. It was different from Lea's definite fluff and softness, more of a hardness within softness, rigidity within the fluffiness.

Damn, the punk style of the fur world, huh!

Gu Mengmeng's intoxicated look was so memorable, her deep gasps formed whimper-like sounds in her throat.