Ji Xiaosong's tail nearly puffed out in alarm. She frantically pressed her lower back. "I... I'm here to deliver the calming herb!"
"The calming herb grows on the Southeast Cliff, yet you're covered in the cedar pollen of the North Slope."
Lang Xuan suddenly reached out and gripped the nape of her neck. His calloused thumb brushed behind her ear, rubbing away a patch of her disguise cream.
"Little liar!"
As water splashed, Ji Xiaosong instinctively whipped her tail out and wrapped it around the man's wrist.
By the time she realized what she'd done, her nine fluffy fox tails had already fanned out in the mist, their golden tips glittering as if dusted with stars.
Lang Xuan's wolf ears shot up, and ice began to form on the surface of the pool.
Ji Xiaosong felt the hand on her nape suddenly tighten, and she heard a threatening growl rumble from his throat. "Fox Clan?"
"Take a guess."
