A water mirror hovered steadily in midair.
Zheng Qing stared at the reflection of himself in the mirror, his gaze wandering uncertainly. Even he didn't know whether he was looking at the small white spot on his forehead where the flying centipede had bitten, or at the place where Su Shijun had just pressed her fingertip.
Su Ya squatted in the corner, wagging her tail, diligently cleaning the skirting board, as if this could slightly conceal her guilt; the other two little fox girls pocketed their hands and shrank to the side uneasily, trying hard to minimize their presence while occasionally glancing anxiously at Su Ya, wondering why she was still working at this moment.
Poseidon coiled his tail and squatted obediently at Su Shijun's feet, completely devoid of the frivolous and messy demeanor from moments ago, resembling a demure and serene lady.
