For some reason, Luo Qingtong just wanted to tease this little fox.
Maybe it was because the latter had a pair of eyes similar to Ye Qianming's, making her involuntarily fond of it?
Or perhaps it was because the fox's behavior was not typical of a little puppy fox, particularly spiritual, otherwise Luo Qingtong wouldn't have the patience and interest.
Thinking this, Luo Qingtong's eyes twinkled slightly, and she came up with a great idea.
She looked at the little fox sulking alone on the bedding, laughed, got up, and walked out with a cloak draped over her shoulders.
After a while, she came back holding a bowl.
A faint aroma wafted from her bowl.
"Come here, little guy, have some chicken."
Luo Qingtong took out a piece of golden, crispy fried chicken from the bowl and waved it in front of Ye Qianming.
The latter originally didn't want to pay attention to her.
He was still deeply immersed in the shadow of having just grabbed a grasshopper.
