Come on, back in my hometown, they used to call me the expert chicken catcher. Do you think you could fool me?

Wait a minute, is that footsteps outside?

The next second, the door was pushed open from the outside, not giving me any chance to react.

It was a fat man who looked like a chef. When he saw me, he froze for a moment, then became terrified.

The moment I saw his mouth open, I knew nothing good would come out of it. I rushed over, letting go of the chicken to cover his mouth:

“Don’t scream…”

But I was still a step too slow.

The fat man bellowed in a voice as loud as thunder:

“Thief! Master Song! There’s a fox spirit stealing chickens! Help! Master Song, save me!”

That one yell was earth-shattering and spread far and wide.

And right after saying that, this guy fainted with a thud.

Ah, seriously…

I watched as the doors along the corridor began to open one by one. The nearest person was about to reach me.

I swiftly transformed back into a fox.

Under the terrified gaze of the three chickens, I quickly leapt onto the window and fled.

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I circled around and snuck back into Song Jiunan’s room through the back window.

It was noisy outside.

I burrowed into Song Jiunan’s bed, curled up in the corner closest to the wall, pretending to sleep.

Although I was pretending, my ears were still perked up, listening to the sounds outside.

Thanks to my fox’s sharp hearing, I could hear about 70 to 80 percent of the conversation outside.

The chef’s voice: “It really was a male fox spirit, Master Song, I really saw it.”

Another sharp male voice chimed in: “You said you saw it, but where’s the proof?”

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Do you know how valuable Master Song’s time is?”

The fat man retorted: “What’s it to you? Master Song hasn’t even said anything yet!”

“How does it not concern me? Master Song is the senior I admire the most.”

The two of them started bickering, their voices getting closer.

Their footsteps stopped at the door.

Song Jiunan’s gentle voice cut through their argument:

“Both of you, go back.”

Only then did the two fall silent, and after taking a few steps away, the faint sound of bickering resumed.

I curled up tightly, letting my ears droop, pretending to be deep asleep, though my heart was pounding like a drum.

Song Jiunan’s scent grew closer until he stopped in front of me.

In the silence, the blanket covering me was gently lifted.

I couldn’t help but twitch my ear.

So, I pretended to wake up, slowly opening my eyes.

The first thing I saw was the man’s beautiful eyes, deep and unreadable.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes made me feel as though I was completely exposed, as if everything was transparent to him.

No little thought could escape those eyes.

I obediently let out a soft cry at him.

Song Jiunan’s beautiful eyes softened into a slight smile, and he reached out to stroke my head.

I flipped over, exposing my belly and looked at him with a fawning gaze.

Wait a minute, why do I seem like a dog? Am I becoming his lapdog?

Realizing this, I immediately flipped back over.

Annoyed, I snapped at him, biting him.

Song Jiunan let out a soft hiss, pushing his left index finger into my mouth, prying it open with a bit of force.

“Such a temper,” he remarked.

A drop of blood slipped from his right hand, landing on the floor.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I suddenly opened my mouth and caught the drop of blood on my tongue.

And then, I got a slap on the head.

A bit dazed, I heard the man’s cold voice:

“Already tasting human blood at such a young age.”

I swirled my tongue in my mouth and then spat the blood mixed with saliva back out.

It hit him right in the crotch.

There you go, take it back.

You hit me, huh? I scoff.

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Song Jiunan hasn’t shown me a pleasant face in two days.

It’s because he only brought two sets of clothes with him.

No matter how much he washed the spot where I spat blood, he couldn’t get it clean.

Ha, I thought he was more powerful than this. His spells are not as effective as laundry detergent.

This place is so remote. Apart from that little inn, even if you walked twenty miles, you wouldn’t find a single clothing shop.

With no other option, he had to wear that bloodstained set every other day.

Although after his violent washing, the bloodstain had faded to the point of being nearly invisible, Song Jiunan would still frown every time he looked at it.

In response, I’ve been eating nothing but carrots for two days.

He’s treating a fox like a rabbit. Genius.

These carrots, I don’t know which mountain they were picked from, but they’re so tough they could break teeth.

I’m starting to lose the will to live. Song Jiunan is really being petty.

“System, can I change my target for the strategy?”

I really can’t win him over.

The system, cold as ever, replied: “There’s only one antagonist in this world. You can’t change.”

“And by the way, get serious. See that cliff up ahead? That’s where he’s about to meet the heroine.”

The heroine is a demon, who gets her heart and organs swapped by the hero. Their tragic love story is filled with angst.

In the process, she killed dozens of children to prolong the hero’s life. When Song Jiunan found out, he hunted her down until the very end, where he was eventually killed by both the hero and heroine together.

Though the original story painted the heroine’s actions to prolong the hero’s life as deeply emotional and heartbreaking, I honestly think the author had a screw loose.

In what world does it make sense for the heroine to go on a killing spree, especially with such a cruel life-swapping ritual?

I think Song Jiunan is the only sane person in the story:

“System, he’s a good guy. Isn’t it kind of wrong for me to seduce him and betray him?”

The system: “Maybe the goal is to win him over, then convince him to stop meddling and save his life?”

I see. My perspective was too narrow.

Still, could you have sent a girl to do this? Why does it have to be me, a guy?

It’s really disheartening.

---

By the time Song Jiunan followed the aura down to the bottom of the cliff, the heroine’s spell had already been completed, and the hero lay weak in her arms, the smell of blood overwhelming the air.

Song Jiunan set me down and drew his sword.

Sensing the intruder, the heroine formed a hand seal, and petals filled the air.

Through the layers of flowers, I glimpsed several fluffy tails behind her.

I glanced at my own tail, then at the system:

“Why do she and I look so much alike?”

The system casually replied: “Normal. She’s from your clan.”

What does that mean?