"The wind is blowing along the surface of the pond,
And beautiful ripples are exposed between the waves.
Whoever puts a cover on the water surface,
But the cover is not a red makeup but a singing lotus."
Facing such a beautiful scenery, Yang Yiting couldn't help but burst into poetry, stroking the soft white hair of the little fox in her arms, and reciting a few verses casually.
The little fox slightly opened its blue eyes, yapped at Yang Yiting twice, then closed its eyes and went to sleep.
This little thing was not a fox at all, but a cat. How could it be so lazy? Yang Yiting tugged at its ears in disbelief, causing the little fox to raise his claws to protest in dissatisfaction.
Then, Yang Yiting grabbed its short legs, and the blue-eyed spirit fox couldn't move, but only stare at her with a sad expression, panting heavily.
"Hahaha..." Yang Yiting couldn't help laughing out loud. This little thing was so cute.
