The Dance of the Dragons and Snakes at the Southern Borders

"Ling'er!"

Qin Mu was delighted and plucked the little fox off his head. Just as he was about to take a good look at it, the white fox popped out of his hand and climbed back onto his head with her tail in his face again.

"Stop fooling around, Ling'er, I have already guessed that it was you."

Qin Mu took her down again, and the white fox was now more behaved. She wrapped her tail around his arm, forming a nest on his chest before she laid down comfortably. Her body was curled up, and she blinked at him from time to time, looking at Qin Mu's face with her sparkling black eyes.

The little fox looked very charming as she blinked.

"Young master," she called out.

Qin Mu gave a sound of acknowledgment. Hu Ling'er called out to him again, and Qin Mu responded again. Assured, the little white fox squinted her eyes and pretended to sleep, lifting up her furry tails sneakily to tickle Qin Mu's chin.