Su Muyao looked at Wen Nanxi with a grateful expression.
She had no experience and hadn't noticed these things.
Wen Nanxi gave Su Muyao a soothing glance and stepped forward to feed the baby fox with a bottle herself.
But the clever little fox took the bottle, using its front paws to hold it and drank it down eagerly.
Perhaps because it had the milk, its foxy eyes curved into a smile.
After finishing, it handed the empty bottle back to Wen Nanxi, saying something with a soft "yiyi" sound.
But neither Su Muyao nor Wen Nanxi could understand.
Judging by its expression, the little creature looked extremely adorable and cute.
Su Muyao watched, feeling her heart melt.
So, the little baby could be this pretty and cute.
Wen Nanxi, looking at the little fox, had gentle and soft eyes. He reached out to take the bottle, seemingly wanting to touch him.
Yet he feared the little fox might not adapt well.
But the little fox actively leaned its head toward his hand, rubbing against it.
