The Little Fox was sulking.
He buried his head under the covers, trying to suffocate himself.
Wen Qian watched his life-or-death theatrics, feeling a bit drained. He'd been so smooth when he was making his threats, so why was he acting like he'd suffered a huge loss afterward?
'The minds of foxes are truly hard to fathom.'
"I don't care, you have to take responsibility for me!" Wrapped up tightly in the blanket, the Little Fox glared at her.
Wen Qian rubbed her temples, trying to reason with him. "Let's take a huge step back. A moment ago, weren't you the one who started it...?"
"I'm not backing down. If anyone's backing down, it should be someone else..." The Little Fox turned his head away, cutting her off in annoyance.
'That tiger should be the one to back down. That tiger is the most annoying.'
Question marks popped up over Wen Qian's head. She resisted the urge to yank his ears. 'This kid is really impossible.'
