Her big brown eyes widened first in surprise, then slowly curved with a tiny evil joy she tried very hard to hide. She sat on the fur across the fire with her hands folded on her lap, looking soft, pale, harmless, and obedient, but inside her heart she had already started beating a small victory drum.
Serves you right, shameless fox.
Feng Yiren looked at her.
She quickly lowered her head and pretended she was staring at the roasted meat.
Lin Weishan's voice became even heavier. "Why are you looking at her? I am asking you."
Feng Yiren snapped his gaze back so fast that his fox ears twitched. "My King, I did not mean to let her go that far. She was sitting by the river at first. We were fishing, and she said she would behave."
Lin Huahua immediately lifted her head. "I did behave."
Feng Yiren pointed at her with one finger. "You followed fish."
"They were not normal fish."
"That is the problem."
