Under the moonlight, the shadows of the peach trees intertwined, and the ground was blanketed with petals. Fairy Yaochi sat clutching the Nine-Tailed Red Fox, skillfully grooming its trembling tail. In her other hand, she held a cup of wine, already slightly tipsy. The fox’s eyes were as adorable as grapes, tears gathering at their corners. "If only you were always this sweet. Is it because I met you later that you still can't forget her? You are being too much!"
"Madam, I was wrong. Please, forgive me!" The fox curled up obediently beside her. At this moment, he could no longer restrain himself; his mating cycle released a thick, heady fragrance that drifted through the peach grove.
Her figure was graceful, clad in white robes as pristine as snow, with a delicate and ethereal beauty, as if a celestial being had descended to earth. This was Fairy Yaochi, her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed, as if lost in a dream. Before her sat a small fox with fiery red fur, unimaginably cute. Its intelligent, lively eyes blinked as it watched the woman. Fairy Yaochi gently stroked the little fox's head, a tender smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down slowly and kissed its ear. The little fox seemed startled, its body shuddering, yet it did not pull away. Its eyes flickered with confusion, shyness, curiosity, and longing.
Chapter 133