The fluffy Little Fox was curled up on the soft, large bed, its four paws hugging its fluffy, orange-red tail tightly. Its jet-black nose twitched from time to time, as if it were dreaming of something dreadful.
Wen Qian settled him in, then got up and left the room.
By now, Chi Heng had already shifted into his human form. He was standing in the hallway wearing loose loungewear and was just about to enter his room when Wen Qian called out to him.
"Chi Heng, do you have the first-aid kit?" She really didn't want to go find Shen Mqing.
Chi Heng nodded, then motioned for Wen Qian to come in.
"How is he?" The tall man stood quietly behind her, watching as she picked up one medical supply after another.
"He has a slight fever and a lot of wounds that need to be treated," Wen Qian answered truthfully, hugging the supplies tightly.
