"Lin Ying, stop whining—be more careful. First, tell me what that thing is!"
Lin Ying got off the flying vehicle, took a few steps to Lin Bingyun, picked up Master Fuli with a joyful expression, and rubbed against Master Fuli's shoulder.
Ansheng with a face full of black lines raised his hand, placing a paw on Lin Ying's cheek to stop her from rubbing further up.
The communication between foxes involves more than just "whimpering language" and body language; there's also some muzzle biting.
Ansheng had every reason to suspect that Lin Ying might eventually bite his nape, inviting him to play.
Listening to Master Fuli's complaints, the joyful expression on Lin Ying's cheek slightly toned down. She placed Master Fuli on her shoulder, her head adorned with a pair of delightfully bouncing black triangular fox ears, and with a smile, she began to speak:
