"Then... I'll just try a teeny bit first."
Persuaded by the little fox—and by her own longing to look like a Fox Lady—Ah Qing carefully imitated senior Wang Qiqi's movements. Using a straw, she drew a few drops of Spiritual Liquid from the milk tea cup and dripped them onto the back of her hand.
"......"
The Treasure Tree Spirit Liquid fell onto the back of her hand and, in just a few seconds, began to dissipate—or rather, seep into her skin.
Ah Qing stared tensely at her palm, then turned to the little fox on the table and asked:
"Xiaolan, did I turn into a Fox Lady?"
"...No change at all." Ansheng's little fox face showed a puzzled look as he scanned the nervous Ah Qing up and down.
That doesn't make any sense!
