"The doctor has examined you, and there's nothing seriously wrong with your health," He Lengqian said, his amber eyes behind his clean glasses gazing at Mu Chuchu with a deep, unfathomable look.

Mu Chuchu hugged herself with her arms wrapped around her knees, like a well-behaved little white rabbit. Looking at He Lengqian, she said calmly, "Then I am really too lucky."

He Lengqian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thin lips curled into an ambiguous smile: "You should know that an ordinary person could not possibly emerge unscathed from such an impact."

Mu Chuchu's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

She looked up at He Lengqian with her fair face.

"That's why I feel very lucky."

Before inheriting the memories of this body, she didn't understand the rules of human society.

This time she was careless; after being hit by the car, she forgot to take precautions to prevent any minor injuries.

So now I have no choice but to put on a brave face.

She couldn't very well tell this man that she was a thousand-year-old fox spirit and that the car hitting her was no different than a tickle, could she?

Fortunately, He Lengqian did not intend to continue discussing this topic with Mu Chuchu.

"Since you're alright, I'll send someone to take you home," He Lengqian said.

go home?

Mu Chuchu sniffed and greedily inhaled the spiritual energy permeating the air.

The man's spiritual energy is so alluring, and combined with his strong yang energy, it's simply delicious.

She didn't want to leave.

Thinking this, Mu Chuchu lowered her eyes to hide the cunning glint in them, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I don't remember where I live."

He Lengqian looked at Mu Chuchu, his dark brows furrowing slightly.

"Do you remember who you are?" He Lengqian asked in a deep voice.

Mu Chuchu buried her head even deeper, almost to her knees, and her muffled voice continued, "I don't remember, I don't remember anything."

After saying this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at He Lengqian with pitiful eyes.

"Please don't send me away, okay? I don't know where else to go." Her tone was like that of a wounded little animal.

He Lengqian looked at the woman in front of him with a deep gaze.

He saw through her tricks very easily.

Pretending to have amnesia and acting weak—these tactics aren't even considered clever.

But when he thought about her true identity, he found it rather amusing.

A fox spirit that has become a demon is putting on such a childish show in front of him.

With a slow, gentle smile, He Lengqian said calmly, "You can stay here for now, and leave after you find your family."

After He Lengqian said that, Mu Chuchu didn't know what else to say, so she could only nod silently.

He Lengqian didn't linger any longer and left the room.

After the man left, Mu Chuchu felt the air in the room begin to circulate again.

That man not only possessed a delicious aura, but also a kind of oppressive feeling that made her wary.

Lying back in bed, Mu Chuchu wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, inhaling the lingering spiritual energy from someone else in her breath, and closed her eyes again.

I slept straight through until dark.

Mu Chuchu was woken up by the knocking on the door.

Still half asleep, Mu Chuchu sat up in bed, scratched her messy hair, and asked, "Who is it?"

The maid standing outside the door, hearing the woman's charming yet soft voice coming from inside, said coldly, "I was sent by Mr. He to deliver clothes to Miss."

Mu Chuchu looked down at the clothes she was wearing.

She was no longer wearing the little white dress she originally wore, but rather a large men's white shirt.

The shirt still retained a faint, ethereal quality that she liked.