Spirit Root (2)

The night was silent.

The faint moonlight entered from the window and was cast on the silver wolf's body.

In the silence, the silver wolf quietly stood up, and its slender limbs allowed it to jump up onto the bed easily. Its deep eyes landed on Ye Qingtang's face.

A small black ball of fog emerged out from Ye Qingtang's chest. It wriggled a little out from the fluffy blanket and looked agitatedly at the mighty wolf above it.

"Would-be father, have you finally come round? Are you finally going to sneak an attack on mother in the middle of the night~" The little black ball was so excited that its voice trembled unconsciously.

It had already been some time since its would-be father came to its mother's side. However, the wolf just remained at a side without saying anything the whole day and completely did not know how to get closer to its mother, which really worried it.