"Whimper whimper whimper—"
Ansheng tapped Lin Ying's head unhappily, gesturing for her not to think about so many strange things.
Compared to those spirit beasts doing bad deeds, I'm really just an ordinary little fox.
No one would be so bored to run into Yu Xueqing's dormitory, pry my legs apart, and say they want to snatch my bell, forcing me to go berserk and hurt people.
The Forestry Bureau is not a place I haven't been to. Last time when old Chen, that birdbrain, called the police to catch me, didn't I also sneak out of there perfectly fine?
So seriously, Miss Lin, please don't think about so many strange things.
I was sitting up straight and acting proper in the first place.
But then, you were whispering ghost stories in my ear, making me start to scare myself.
"......"
Having continuously pressed against the fox's paw pads, Lin Ying's emotions returned to calm, with a slightly expressionless face:
