Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 12

Ren Qingyue had been gone for a long time, and Feng Jin sat alone in the room, lost in thought, gazing at the candlelight.

A slight noise at the door startled her. She turned around and saw A-Ling peeking through a crack in the door, her head poking in, "Boss, it's already past midnight. Why haven't you gone to sleep?"

An inexplicable emotion rose in her heart.

In her daze, she found herself wishing that the one knocking on the door was the fox spirit.

"I'm just about to rest."

Feng Jin got up and blew out the oil lamp on the table. A-Ling acknowledged with an "oh" and exited, closing the door behind her.

After a couple of seconds, A-Ling reopened the door and asked, "How is the little fox? Did it eat?"

In the darkness, Feng Jin glanced at the empty wooden cage and instructed, "Take it out and discard it; she won't eat that."

A-Ling, puzzled, came back into the room and felt her way to the table, bending down to reach for the cage. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Feng Jin.

She let out a yelp and recoiled like a startled rabbit.

Retreating too quickly nearly caused her to fall. Feng Jin, by instinct, caught her and steadied her.

They were very close now, and A-Ling's chin bumped against Feng Jin's shoulder. She stammered, "B-Boss! What are you doing here?"

She had thought Feng Jin was already in bed.

There was no need to lie, but Feng Jin instinctively replied, "Just meditating by the table."

"Oh, oh." A-Ling lowered her head and stepped back from Feng Jin's embrace.

She patted her flushed cheeks, turned, and groped for the cage.

The cage was light. Upon closer inspection, she found that the rope on the cage door had been untied and the little fox was no longer inside.

A-Ling immediately forgot her previous embarrassment and shouted, "Boss! Boss! The fox is missing!"

"Yes, I know." Feng Jin's tone was calm, "Just take the cage out; it's no longer needed."

A-Ling didn't understand the meaning but didn't get further explanation. Feng Jin finished the instructions and lay back down on the bed, reminding her before sleep, "Remember to close the door when you go out."

"Okay." A-Ling responded, quietly exiting the room.

As she passed through the courtyard, she noticed the candlelight in the east wing guest room and found it odd: who lit the candle?

That little thief was injured so badly that it wouldn't be possible for her to wake up so soon.

Curious, A-Ling walked around the small courtyard and peeked through the door crack.

The room was empty except for Yan Zhao, who was still unconscious on the bed.

Suddenly, a cold breeze blew, slightly opening the door. A-Ling shivered and rubbed her goosebumps, "Ugh! Could there be ghosts in our camp?"

Whether there were ghosts or not, it was quite frightening.

She quickly picked up the cage and ran back to her own room.

Inside the room, Ren Qingyue stood against the door, waiting until A-Ling had gone far before locking the door and closing the window.

The guest room was simply furnished but clean and orderly.