Su Xiaoxiao really believed that Zhao Rong had forgotten her.
She was absent-minded while fetching water in the morning, absent-minded while airing quilts in the forenoon, absent-minded while standing guard in the afternoon, and absent-minded while listening to her girlfriends' competitive and boastful banter under the covers at night...
Su Xiaoxiao thought it would be great if she could return to a spell, placing a little puppet in Zhao Lang's heart to see whom he thought about every moment...
But she was afraid that she wouldn't be the woman permanently residing in his Heart Lake.
Yes, these days the little Fox Demon had accepted the tragic fact that she had been coaxed into his home by a scumbag.
But under the small quilt, she hugged her knees, curled up, biting her arm in a daze.
She was just a small, tiny Fox Demon from Jingzi, what could she do?
Use Fox Fist?
But she really liked him.
