Chapter 89

  I reached out to touch the back of my head, it hurts so much, I can even feel a small lump on my head already, soft and squishy when pressed down.

  The room was too quiet, the atmosphere was eerie, I didn't dare to stay inside for another minute, I propped myself up with my hands and got out of bed, just as I was about to sit up, a black shadow suddenly blocked the light, staring wide-eyed at the fox jumping up and pouncing on me.

  "Hey, what do you want?"

  I saw him shamelessly pouncing over, I was so scared that I let out a loud cry, looking left and right, I quickly rolled over like a carp and hid on the other side of the bed. Then, the bed board under my butt suddenly shook violently, almost bouncing me off the bed.

  What a close call, if I had really been pounced on by him, even if my body wasn't crushed to death, it would have been injured internally. For the rest of my life, I'd still be relying on Grandpa to support me, wouldn't I? Sooner or later, he'll toss me into some deep ravine or wilderness to keep company with ghosts and monsters.

  It didn't pounce on me, which made the fox look somewhat frustrated. The fox buried its head deep in the quilt, wailing in pain, and while crying, it kept pounding the bed with both hands, kicking its legs as if possessed.

  I was startled by him and couldn't sit or stand properly.

  "Ah, fox."

  I guess he's still a bit out of it and probably won't remember those few words I said anyway.

  In my heart, I think that for someone like him, a powerful fox spirit who lived for over a thousand years and dominated the ancient world, now living in this modern society where high technology prevails and magic is powerless, the gap between reality and ideals has deeply struck his strong self-esteem as a fox, which is why he is like this.

  Seeing him so distressed, I felt a little unbearable in my heart, and my body leaned to one side, getting closer to him. I carefully asked in a low voice: "Hey, hey, fox, what's wrong with you?"

  This time, he still didn't respond, the fox's head continued to be buried in the quilt, not saying a word, looking like he was really very sad.

  After a while, he still didn't move. I turned to him and said: "If you feel sad, then just cry by yourself inside, I'll leave, don't be embarrassed."

  Ordinarily, looking at this carefree fox, I never thought that he would also have difficult times. I slowly got up, turned on the lights in the room, and prepared to leave. Just as my foot was about to lift off the ground, the fox's leg suddenly stretched out. Reacting a bit slowly, my leg got tangled, and my body fell forward.

  My god, my kindness is being taken advantage of. I was trying to be nice and give him some space to relax, but he secretly kicked me and got me into trouble. This bastard, he's going to make me fall flat on my face!

  I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and prepared to use my hands to break my fall at the moment I hit the ground, but just as suddenly, my waist was tightened by a hand that pulled me back.

  "You, let me go first."

  I opened my eyes and saw that I was about to be dragged onto the bed by a fox. I tensed up and let out a loud shriek.

  He chuckled as if he had just heard a joke.

  "Let you go?"

  The voice suddenly dropped very low and leaned in close to my neck, whispering seductively.

  "Letting you go, what should I do alone?"

  I stiffened my body, neither laughing nor crying, what's all this about? It can't be the season for fox spirits in this scorching summer, can it?

  Now, where should I go to find a vixen for him to dispel his lust?

  Yes, does the vegetable market have it for sale?