In the depths of the thick night ahead, a small, snow-white silver fox dog stood quietly by the lake. Its posture was graceful, every hair perfectly groomed and flawless. Set against a classic, beautiful face were pitch-black eyes, with hints of pink tingeing the tips of its ears and the corners of its eyes.
It stood there with such elegance, ethereal and enchanting, like a celestial being, a beauty that could rival Daji herself.
Xingxing, who had just been insisting he didn't need a wife, went completely stiff, unable to even let out a bark.
Chapter 81