"Look, look, the tongue is making waves....."
The little Arctic Fox sleeping on its side on the bed, due to its unusually long tongue, would have the tip of its tongue exposed outside its mouth in a completely relaxed state.
The natural habit of foxes, in the eyes of humans, definitely counts as adorable antics.
Previously when staying at Ah Qing's house, Mo Yiqing had seen the little fox's sleeping posture many times, but she felt that Lingren and Tang You probably hadn't, so she quietly called them over.
Under the gaze of the three, the tip of the little fox's tongue resting naturally outside as it dreamed moved quickly up and down, as if sucking on something, letting out a soft sound from its mouth.
The little fox's unconscious actions immediately made Mo Yiqing let out a surprised gasp, feeling her heart melt.
Ah Qing, who just finished washing up, heard the gasp from the room and poked her head in to see what was happening on the bed.
