Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 63

Unsurprisingly, Yan Zhao got bitten by the fox again.

"Hiss..." Yan Zhao sucked in a breath, lifting her arm to shake the little fox hanging from her hand. "Why don't you appreciate kindness? I'm concerned about you, yet you still bite me!"

The little fox let her words go in one ear and out the other, rolling its eyes dramatically.

Before Yan Zhao could finish, her other arm suddenly hurt too. The small red fox had copied the first one, swinging its big tail as it hung from her arm.

"..."

Sigh... someone, please save me...

Just as Yan Zhao was about to lecture the two foxes and explain the situation, she suddenly heard the strange crying again. The sound fluctuated—sometimes distant, sometimes clear—seeming to drift in from outside but also echoing within the room.

Yan Zhao tilted her head, listening. The intermittent cries for help were faint but persistent.

"Did you guys hear something?" she asked the foxes.

Snowball's emerald-like eyes blinked, and Bai Jin tilted its head. Judging by their puzzled expressions, they hadn't heard anything.

Foxes should have sharp hearing, so Yan Zhao began to wonder if she was imagining things.

Not giving it much thought, Yan Zhao, after being forced to study by Ren Qingyue for an hour, felt tired and decided to lie down for a nap.

However, just as she lay down, the crying started again, soft whimpering that seemed to swirl around her ears.

When she closed her eyes, she could hear it even more clearly.

Who was crying?

Yan Zhao couldn't sleep, growing more and more restless. Strangely, the two foxes beside her remained completely unaffected.

The crying irritated Yan Zhao so much that she couldn't lie still. She got up, scooped Snowball into her arms, and opened the door to step outside.

The red fox stayed curled up on the bed, still sleeping off the demon pill gifted to it by the fox immortal last night, unaware that Yan Zhao had left.

Snowball poked its head out from Yan Zhao's arms, looking up in confusion, wondering why she had come outside.

Yan Zhao left the room, following the direction of the sound. She walked around the courtyard but found nothing, so she decided to check outside.

As she passed by one room, the crying suddenly grew louder. Yan Zhao stopped in her tracks, turning to look at the tightly closed door.

So, the sound was coming from here.

Yan Zhao pushed the door open and walked in.

It was a study, not large but neat, with only a desk and some bookshelves lining the walls. There wasn't a soul in sight.

Frowning in thought, Yan Zhao found the sound clearer now, but she still couldn't pinpoint its exact location.

She searched every possible hiding place in the study, leaving the little fox bewildered. It couldn't understand why Yan Zhao was acting so erratically—breaking into someone's study and then rummaging around. If it were in human form, it would've given Yan Zhao a few slaps on the wrist for such behavior.

Just then, Yan Zhao's movements came to a halt.

She stood in front of one of the bookshelves, her gaze falling on a locked wooden box. The crying was coming from inside the box.