Although suspicions linger in his mind, these questions can be set aside for now.
Looking at the little fox that seemed to have lowered its guard a bit, Lin Guang nervously licked his lips. He had no experience in petting foxes. He gently raised his hand and reached over from the front, placing his hand on the little fox's head and stroking it backward along its body.
The sensation was excellent, the fluffy fur carrying a warm feeling, giving Lin Guang a dreamlike sense of unreality.
Since his awakening, everything had gone smoothly for him these past two months—except in dealings with this little fox. Now, finally making contact was quite a relief for him.
The little guy seemed immersed in the world of food, gnawing on fish bones, only slightly trembling at Lin Guang's touch but not offering much resistance.
Lin Guang knew this was likely temporary.
