"Says who?" Wen Qian looked down at him. Then, she reached out and ruffled his sopping-wet head. "You're the most beautiful fox."
Words like "handsome," "beautiful," or "bewitching" weren't usually considered compliments among the Fox Clan. But for some reason, hearing it from Wen Qian made the Little Fox incredibly happy.
He ducked his head back into her coat, leaving only a pair of pointy ears visible. His voice sounded a little strained. "Do you say that to every Beastman?"
Wen Qian immediately shook her head, then gave one of his ears a gentle squeeze.
She had no idea how long he'd been in the rain, but his ears were so waterlogged they felt like they could be wrung out. She held him bundled in her heavy woolen coat, and it wasn't long before her coat was soaked through as well.
Qi Ke started, "Then—"
"How did you get here?" Gu Mian, who had been driving quietly, suddenly cut him off.
