"Eee–"
While Lin Ying was praising Master Fuli, her tone carried a hint of indulgence akin to coaxing a child. Coupled with the "Fuli special skill" Ah Qing taught, Master Fuli nestled in Lin Ying's arms let out a joyous murmur.
Lin Ying's coaxing tone might seem a bit childish if used with children.
But Master Fuli felt that, for himself, such praise was just right, perfectly fitting the cozy home atmosphere. A wise and cool big sister speaking indulgent words made Master Fuli feel very comfortable.
Of course.
In any public setting, Master Fuli would never admit he liked this sort of thing.
The fox is almost a year old; if the world's spirit beasts knew he still liked to snuggle and roll in someone's arms, how could other spirit beasts comprehend the sense of majesty Master Fuli carries?
"Lin Ying, can you find me a towel?" Rolling twice in Lin Ying's arms, Master Fuli gradually shook off the proud and smug mood and looked at Lin Ying, saying:
