POLAR BEAR ARC CHAPTER 19

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The drones used in the polar regions don't make a lot of noise, and polar bears won't be attracted to their small, exquisite size.

In fact, many wild animals will mistake a drone for a bird in the sky even if they see one.

Wild animals will only act in front of cameras that can traverse land.

The glare of the sun at this time caused Qiao Qixi, the sloth bear, to keep his eyes closed as he enjoyed Otis licking his belly while lying on the rock with his legs spread apart.

As a result, he was unaware that a drone was quietly filming his "beloved" appearance not too far above his head.

Qiao Qixi would undoubtedly sit up straight like a carp, clamp his undignified fat legs, and then keep away from Otis, refusing to be extravagant and lustful if he knew that a drone was spying on his life!

It's a pity he doesn't know.

Qiao Qixi quietly degenerates in the open, uninhabited wilderness, unwinds, and abandons the most fundamental sense of shame in life on the theory that if no one notices it, it is not the truth.

Not only did he carelessly enjoy Otis' licking three times a day and even hug him when he dozed off, but he also walked the bird with his legs crossed during the day.

Qiao Qixi: Erkang hand.jpg! I can explain this!

The main justification is how challenging it is to be a polar bear. He is an intelligent, social animal. He longs for warmth and company in his very bones. He enjoys cuddling and intimacy, of course.

Hugs are the pillar of the soul and the source of life; without them, we couldn't make it through this icy, snowy day.

Qiao Qixi, who was starting to resemble a bear more and more, curled up his two paws, flopped onto the rock, and dozed off.

Unknowingly, his ideal has changed from being an elite in the industry and shining on the lintel to eating a full meal and getting a good night's sleep.

The only difference, in his estimation, was that when spring arrived, Otis would want a wife in addition to eating and sleeping. He believed that Otis' ideals were the same.

The sun is lovely, the wind is clear, and the water is gurgling.

In addition to the somewhat unfavourable temperature, Otis also appeared to enjoy the calmness at this moment.

There is nothing that can frighten him because he is steady and composed, his eyes are cool and collected, and he appears to be in control of everything going on around him.

He is kind and adoring as he looks at the little bear he just picked up.

Otis checked the cub's two paws, which had been immersed in the mud for a considerable amount of time, to make sure no messy parasitic insects were lodged between the pads. The cub was so exhausted that he was unable to open his eyes.

After that, Otis would stoop to trim his hair. He handled himself very cleanly and quickly, in contrast to the little bear's gentle and delicate handling, and it was over quickly.

These days, he was rushing to find food, endured hunger, and endured the irritability of not being able to find food to feed the cubs. he didn't get a good night's sleep.

Otis can now fall asleep next to the cuddly bear because his stomach is full.

Of course, the temperature is still too high, and the mud in the shallow puddles has been exposed to the heat.

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