Chapter 54: What Are You Doing Here

The little fox was in a very good mood, skipping and jumping all the way to the dragon bed. Looking at the resplendent dragon bed, the little fox couldn't help blushing, her cheeks burning hot. Oh my, she was actually going to sleep together with her master; oh my goodness, it was just too embarrassing! Yet, with a gentle leap, she had already bounced onto the dragon bed.

The quilt on the dragon bed was made of finest Suzhou silk—exceedingly comfortable and smooth. Consequently, as soon as the little fox landed, she failed to stand steadily and took a rather clumsy tumble. Hastily scrambling back to her feet, she looked around anxiously to see if anyone had witnessed her disgraceful moment.

She patted her little heart in relief; thankfully, no one had seen. Then, covering her mouth with her tiny paw, she let out a yawn, burrowed beneath the covers, curled up into a ball, and began to snooze. She remained completely oblivious to the fact that right beside her lay an even larger lump, also fast asleep in the bed.

The little fox was drifting off into a hazy sleep when she started tossing and turning restlessly beneath the blanket. Had Xuanyuan Yu been there to witness this, he surely would have remarked that even a fox could be so ill-behaved when sleeping.

Ordinarily, the little fox would curl up tightly inside his embrace and remain very well-behaved, but now, the presence of an unknown creature radiating warmth inside the quilt made her extremely uncomfortable. She rolled around inside the blanket, wrapping herself into a circle, before pressing squarely against the source of heat.

Woken up by the warmth, the little fox blinked her sleepy, hazy, large purple eyes open. Her tiny paw reached out to touch the heat source and pressed it twice: well, it was soft; well, it was warm.

Eh? Why would something warm suddenly appear inside her bed? Instantly, the little fox was jolted fully awake by fright. She scrambled out from under the covers in a hurry, took one look, and discovered—to her horror—that it was none other than Princess Qingge.

The little fox let out a sharp, piercing shriek: "Squeak, squeak, squeak! Ah! Why are you here? How did you even get in? Ah! You must be trying to seduce my pure, worldly-naive master! Heavens, how can you be so wicked?!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! Good thing I discovered you, otherwise my innocent master would surely have been violated by a lewd woman like you who plays the field with both hands! My poor master!"

Qingge had long since been woken by the little fox's piercing cries. As she listened to the creature's indignant squeaking, and recalled the wounds previously inflicted upon her face, a glint of fierce hatred involuntarily surfaced in her eyes. A cruel smile curled the corners of her lips—so this was the very fox that had scratched her face, was it?

How could she possibly let this grudge go? This little beast had almost ruined her looks! Fortunately, she possessed miraculous medicine, otherwise, her peerless visage would have been marred by flaws.

The little fox felt deeply uneasy under Qingge's chilling gaze. Swallowing hard and sensing impending disaster, she prepared to make a run for it immediately. However, before she could escape, Qingge grabbed her by her little tail and hoisted her upside down in mid-air. The little fox felt like crying without tears; why was she always so unlucky with women, and why was her poor little tail so wretched, constantly being grabbed by others?

She swore an oath that she would cultivate diligently, strive to turn the tables as soon as possible, and transform all these women into blades of grass, showing them the ultimate consequence of trying to seduce her handsome, innocent master day in and day out.

"You little beast, today is your death anniversary." With that, Qingge hurled the little fox toward the floor, seemingly intent on dashing the creature to death.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! No, don't!" The little fox covered her eyes with her tiny paws, not daring to witness the sight of her own blood splattering everywhere. She was so pitiful—even more pitiful than her master—and now she was going to die again. She had only recently been reborn, yet she was about to kick the bucket once more. She hadn't even successfully seduced her master yet; she felt so unreconciled!

Nuomi is really tired. There have been a lot of things going on at home lately; anyway, things haven't been very peaceful. It might be because school is about to start. I will try my best to update, so please stop rushing me, okay? Well, someone asked again whether I would abandon the story. Nuomi promises everyone that I will not abandon this story. As long as you are still reading and supporting me, I will keep writing. Just please, can you stop rushing me?