In a plain-colored full-length dress with a white apron edged with a frill, she wore round-toed leather shoes, and on her head was a Katyusha with two fuzzy, pointy ears that trembled merrily in tune with her master's mood.
Even more eye-catching than the pair of fox ears was the fuzzy tip of her tail peeping out from under the hem of her dress—it was as improper for a fox maid to expose her tail as it was for an office worker to walk out without a belt.
As a maid from a major family, Su Ya was still as unqualified as ever.
Of course, it might also be because she was dealing with Zheng Qing.
Perhaps because she'd been frightened to tears by a young scholarship student, or perhaps because she often played with Li Meng, Su Ya wasn't very cautious around Zheng Qing.
Seeing the little fox lady blocking their way, Xin Fat Man was the first to step forward and chuckled, "Is there something you need, Sister Ya? Want some help?"
Ruthlessly shameless, utterly without shame.
