At No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng was gnawing on a bun in the restaurant with a solid sneeze, startling the little puppet playing with a smartwatch on the dining table, almost making it fall to the ground.
Erin looked up, "What's up? Did some fox fur crawl into your nose again?"
"No, it's just that my nose feels itchy," Yu Sheng rubbed his nose and glanced at the Nine-Tailed Fox next to him, who was dipping a bun into a stew with a large basin and touched her ear, "The stew is performing well today, quite temperate."
The fox girl squinted her eyes, reveling in enjoyment.
Yu Sheng sped up his eating, remembering the day's schedule; he needed to confirm the current situation with Baili Qing and proceed to further investigate the rift. Depending on circumstances, he might also need to look into those anomalous spaces in the forest along the way...
