Chapter 9

  "Fox Fairy Lord, you'd better go! Our family really needs you. Besides, the Thirteenth Generation has already touched you, and it's not right for you to stay here anymore!"

  What he said is that I touched him inappropriately, and just hearing it makes people feel uncomfortable.

  "But I'm still a bit reluctant to leave here!" The stinky fox said with a difficult expression.

  I glared at him with a bad temper, looked at Grandpa in dismay and asked: "I just touched him a little, is it so serious? Can't even stay here, must bring it back to our house?"

  Another cane, I glared at the back of Grandpa's head with a grievance, and then pouted my mouth to sweep a few eyes on the smelly fox.

  His eyes gleamed with cunning, making me feel a little dangerous. I took a slight step back and slowly distanced myself from him, only to find that his footsteps also...

  Getting closer and closer to me.

  "The more you say that, the more I want to go. You don't want me to go to your home, is it because...?" He suddenly moved his head in front of my eyes, his nose almost touching mine, winking and teasing: "Is it because those few pounds of flesh are not yet big or small enough."

  After finishing speaking, he started laughing loudly again with his head thrown back.

  Ah…… I'm so angry, I'd like to rush forward and strip off his fox fur to vent my anger.

  Grandfather was overjoyed and handed all the offerings for ancestor worship into the fox's arms.

  The fox was picked up in one hand, and without even politely declining, it turned its head to look at me with a provocative gaze, then started walking out with a swagger. Grandfather bowed his body, beaming with smiles, closely following behind the smelly fox. The two of them walked ahead, no one noticing my presence anymore.

  And so, this smelly fox ended up staying at my home from then on.

  Because Tuesday was my day on duty, I got up especially early that day. As soon as I opened my eyes, I met a pair of enchanting eyes, with a hint of playfulness in the purple pupils.

  "You... how are you here?" Seeing him, I was startled and sat up suddenly, only to find that I was wearing nothing but a pair of

  When I saw the off-the-shoulder snow-white nightgown, I suddenly felt tense.

  The stinky fox's gaze kept wandering over me, making me feel very uncomfortable. I reached out to grab the quilt, but he snatched it away from me again.

  The stinky fox spirit said with a disdainful face: "What's there to cover up, isn't it just those few pieces of flesh? I'm too lazy to even touch them."

  "You... you... " I pointed at him with a trembling hand, furious.

  "What's going on?"

  His face was smiling with a sly expression, slowly getting up from the ground. The ancient clothes he wore when he came were gone, replaced by a white short undershirt. It's unknown where Grandfather borrowed it for him, but his tall stature made the shirt hang loosely on his body, looking somewhat comical and laughable. The buttons weren't even buttoned up, revealing a large patch of chest muscles inside. The morning sunlight filtering through the glass window cast a warm golden light on his white skin, making it look deliciously appetizing.

  Can't look, can't look. I cover my eyes with my hands, but I still can't help sneaking a peek. I have to say, this stinky fox spirit may look like a demon, but its figure is really not bad.

  "The statue's body is better-looking than yours, you're even drooling."

  The smelly fox smiled with a self-satisfied expression, stretched out his hand and gently stroked my face a few times, scaring me into trembling.

  Drooling, no way! I've seen men with their shirts off before, even naked guys, although it was when I was a kid. But still, it's ** after all! I reached out to wipe the corner of my mouth, but found nothing, and couldn't help but angrily shout at him: "You stinky fox, you deceived me!"