The Wolf is Coming Ch. 62

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Emma was amused by her own thoughts and waved to Abraham with a hair dryer, "Come and blow your hair... oh, no, blow your fur."

So Abraham went over obediently. He lay down on the carpet meekly, resting his chin on Emma's legs, letting Emma blow his fur with the hair dryer.

"You seem a little different, as if... you have become more powerful." Emma helped Abraham blow his hair while talking to him softly, "Remember the first time I saw you, although you were in the form of a wolf at that time, you looked easy to bully, and my father tied you up and locked you in the attic..."

The warm wind blew up the silver-white hair, and Abraham squinted comfortably, then turned over and exposed his belly.

"You always look gentle and refined, and I thought you wouldn't fight. Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen you fight..." Emma's fingers were interspersed in the silver-white hair, and a smile gradually appeared on her face, "But you are very handsome, and you are also handsome in wolf form."

Abraham was silent, as if he had fallen asleep again. But when Emma said he was handsome, his pointed ears trembled slightly and imperceptibly.

Emma's movements became gentler, and even her voice was so low that it sounded like she was mumbling to herself.

Gradually, sleepiness really came over Abraham, and his consciousness became blurred.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the girl saying, "I already know the legend about the Flora Stone... why don't you just say it, idiot..."

Emma felt that the bed seemed a little hard today, not only the bed, but even the pillow was hard enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

She opened her eyes dazedly, and the first thing she saw was Abraham's sleeping face.

His eyelashes were really long, and the way they drooped quietly reminded her of the feathers of a white peacock. The face still looked pale and thin, and the silver-white hair seemed to have grown a little longer, falling down to cover half of the face, down... down...

Na– naked, naked!

Emma woke up almost immediately, jumped up from the carpet, stepped back several steps, and almost tripped over her right foot.

Last night's memories quickly came back to her, from her being kidnapped by the traffickers, to Abraham turning into a wolf to save her, to her blowing Abraham's hair dry, and they both fell asleep on the carpet...

How could she forget that the werewolf's transformation on a full moon night never included clothes?!

In other words... in other words, she had been sleeping with this "pillow" in her arms since the sun just rose in the early morning!

Emma's face flushed red all of a sudden.

She stumbled into Abraham's bedroom, quickly brought out a thin quilt, and then hurriedly covered Abraham. No matter if he was hot or not, she covered everything that needed to be covered first.

After doing all this, Emma looked at Abraham again.

After finding that he had no intention of waking up, Emma rushed into the bathroom, tidying up her messy hair and wrinkled clothes with very little noise.

She had to leave quickly, before Abraham woke up.

This was too embarrassing. If Abraham woke up... oh, she couldn't even imagine that scene.

However, when Emma opened the door, Mrs. Jones appeared at the door.

"Oh, good morning, Miss Granger." Mrs. Jones took back her hand that was about to knock on the door, "I just wanted to tell Abraham that the rent for this month should be paid..."

At this time, Abraham's sleepy voice sounded behind Emma, "Hermione?"

Mrs. Jones didn't know what she saw, and a meaningful smile immediately appeared on her chubby face, "Oh, sorry, I disturbed you, in fact, it's the same if you pay two days later, have a good weekend!"

Emma wailed in her heart, with a wooden face, and silently closed the door again.

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