Why should he? Could he really be the male protagonist of a picture novel? A pervert with a nerve disorder, donning a red hood and suffering from hemorrhoids?
Amused by her own thoughts, the fox spirit did not say much further, directly pulling out a card from the stack in front of her. She glanced at it casually, the character representing nine circles already assuring her victory.
I want to see what kind of magic you can use to see through this card game.
The fox spirit lifted her head, her eyes full of mockery.
Then, she saw Zhou Li muttering, "Counting soldiers as if roasting soybeans, one by one they pop and die," and carelessly draw out a mahjong tile and place it in front of himself.
Given up already?
"Don't rush,"
Zhou Li lifted his head to look at the fox spirit, his tone indifferent as if he knew her thoughts, "You'll have plenty of time to be anxious in a moment."
Zhou Li reached into his bosom, seemingly searching for something.
