Just trying her luck, Wen Qian wandered the streets, and every time she saw a reasonably handsome man, she couldn't help but glance at his neck.
In Wen Qian's memory, the Little Fox's eyes were as luminous as pearls—deep and full of life—and his orange-red fur shone like the finest silk.
His fur was a fascinating shade of orange-red, like the warm glow of a sunset spreading across the land. And that big, fluffy tail... it was straight out of an anime.
Wen Qian was certain that if a fox like that took human form, he would be an absolute, peerless beauty.
The hustle and bustle of the city filled every corner. Wen Qian wandered for a long time before finally stopping in front of a stall selling grilled cold noodles.
The storefront was small, and Wen Qian chose it for one simple reason: it wasn't crowded.
There were plenty of other shops along the street, but since this was the city center, most of them had long lines...
