Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 111

"..."

Yan Zhao poked at the bulge in her clothes. "I haven't finished talking yet. Come out."

The little fox didn't respond. No matter how much Yan Zhao fussed with it, the fox clung tightly to her pocket, refusing to poke its head out.

Trying to leave it behind? No way!

Yan Zhao wrestled with the little fox for a while and eventually forgot what she had meant to say next.

What was it again?

She couldn't remember, so she let it go.

Since Snowball insisted on sleeping in her arms, Yan Zhao let it stay.

Lying back down, her expression relaxed. "You're the one who insists on clinging to me, okay?"
It's not that she was unwilling to give it its freedom.

Hearing this, the little fox twitched its ears, squinted its eyes, and burrowed even deeper into her embrace.

Yan Zhao yawned, feeling drowsy. Her consciousness soon blurred, and before long, she was fast asleep.

When she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky.

As she prepared to get up, Yan Zhao realized that the little fox was sleeping on her arm.
She barely moved, but even that slight motion woke the fox, which turned over, exposing its belly.

Looking down at it, Yan Zhao felt an itch in her hand and couldn't resist rubbing its belly. Surprisingly, the little fox didn't seem annoyed.

"Why are you so well-behaved today?" Yan Zhao playfully tapped its black nose. "You really do like me, don't you?"

The fox licked her fingertips with its small tongue, a ticklish sensation that made Yan Zhao smile, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

Seeing that it was still early, Yan Zhao climbed out of bed, fed the fox its medicine, and then began practicing her calligraphy.

The little fox, recalling what had happened the day before, didn't dare make her sad again. It twisted its body and leaped onto the table, using its tiny paws to hold up the ink stick, diligently helping Yan Zhao grind ink.

Yan Zhao glanced at it, thinking: Mother was right after all.

There was no need to worry or be afraid.

She had been too stubborn, overthinking things.

Instead of always thinking about the fox, she should focus more on herself.

Yan Zhao practiced her calligraphy for a full hour, feeling that her writing was better than yesterday's.

Filled with a sense of accomplishment, she decided she could read for a bit longer.

The little fox, waiting for Yan Zhao to show it her writing for approval, was determined to praise her this time, encouraging her for her enthusiasm.

However, after waiting and waiting, Yan Zhao never showed it her calligraphy. Instead, she pulled out a medical text from her storage bag and began reading it aloud, word by word.

After her senior sister's guidance, Yan Zhao had learned to copy down characters she didn't recognize while reading, so she could ask someone who knew later.

As Yan Zhao read and copied, the little fox, growing restless, peeked several times at what she was writing.

About half an hour passed before Yan Zhao stopped writing. The little fox immediately straightened up.