Chapter 31 The Fox's Tail Revealed: The Fox Demon's Innate Skill! ...

The fox shrank its neck, said "Oh," and obediently paddled over to Tinglan, standing still in front of him.

Smiling sweetly, as if she weren't the wicked fox who had just dragged him into the bath, she cunningly changed the subject, "Tinglan, let me wash your hair for you."

Tinglan didn't speak, but simply reached out and gripped Ji Qing's shoulder. Water droplets slid from his fingertips and then down Ji Qing's back into the pool.

The fox blinked and stood still.

Tinglan stood up, leaned forward, and moved her hand to support the back of the little prince's head.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

But when he actually took action, his heartbeat and the temperature on his face betrayed him first.

"Your Highness..."

The fox gave a small reply; the problematic lunch might have come in handy again, and his face felt a little hot.

In the hot spring, Tinglan's pale face regained some color, and his lips became brighter. He opened his mouth with difficulty, but did not utter a word. He simply recited the little prince's name in his heart.

Fortunately, the young prince did not break free from his grasp.

He stepped forward, seemingly casually, and his lips lightly brushed against the young prince's cheek.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, they part ways in an instant.

It seems like everything was just an accident.

Tinglan lowered her eyes and took a step back.

But the fox grabbed his hand, carefully leaned in, and mimicked him, gently placing a kiss on Tinglan's blushing earlobe.

Tinglan suddenly hugged the little prince back.

The taste of desire should be moist, like a torrential downpour, with lips and teeth touching in the misty fog, moist and tender.

The fox opened its eyes wide, somewhat confused as to why its best friend would suddenly eat its mouth.

But this feeling seems nice too; the fox likes it, and it comfortably squints its eyes.

Its long white tail was faintly visible underwater, appearing and disappearing among the petals, but the fox was so engrossed in it that it was oblivious.

The kiss ended.

Tinglan let go of his hand and leaned against the edge of the jade pool as if all her strength had been drained.

Things seemed to be going too smoothly. The Ninth Prince's mind was filled with many thoughts, and he was even thinking about where he would take the little prince if he were to retire in the future.

The young prince is from the north. If he goes to the south, will he find it difficult to get used to it?

The fox lowered its head, touching its mouth in disbelief.

Wow, what were you doing just now? It was so much fun, and it felt a little good too.

I haven't had enough yet, I want to try it again.

Unlike Tinglan, Fox never hesitates when he wants to do something; he does it immediately.

She stepped forward, bent down, and let her long, soaked hair fall down, dripping water onto the neck of the Ninth Prince.

The fox demon is about to seduce someone. Perhaps this is an innate talent. His eyelashes droop down, covering his dark eyes. He has a slender figure. Even though he has not done anything, just standing there, he exudes boundless beauty.

A mere glance is enough to make your heart race.

He revealed his sharp fangs, the gleaming white teeth of a fox.

He imagined holding his best friend by the scruff of his neck, just as he would hold the pelt of his prey.

But that won't work, it will hurt my friend.

The fox lowered its head, using some effort, until it heard Tinglan make an unintelligible whimper, before suddenly raising its head.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked cautiously, a little guilty.

Tinglan lowered his head, panting heavily. His long hair obscured his expression, and only his bright red ears revealed a hint of his face.

"……No."

The fox was quite pleased, so pleased that it wanted to wag its tail.

Then it seemed like his tail was actually wagging.

Um?

What happened?

not good!

The fox turned around to check, its fluffy white tail flowing beautifully in the water, its fur stretching out like silk.

The fox was so distraught that it didn't care about anything else. It quickly took a breath and sank itself into the water.

Oh no, the worst thing has happened, the tail has really been revealed.

"Your Highness?" Tinglan looked at the water droplets and ripples on the surface with surprise, then smiled. His Highness was indeed shy again.

The fox was at the bottom of the water, clutching its own tail and almost crying in despair.

He even tried to persuade Tail, stroking it and repeatedly saying it to himself.

You'd better tuck your tail away quickly, or you'll be in big trouble if someone finds out. It's not that you're bad, but nobody likes a friend with a long tail.

Persuasion was ineffective; the white tail stubbornly remained attached to the fox's rump.

The young prince had been underwater for far too long, Tinglan asked with slight concern, "Your Highness?"

"I'm here." The fox popped half its head out of the water, clutching its tail tightly in its hands.

"Um... I'm done washing up, I'm going to get dressed now." He swam towards the shore in a very strange posture.

The fox didn't go ashore; it just stood in the water, trying to grab the clothes from the rack. Without drying itself, it grabbed the clothes and hastily covered its backside before running to the side room.

Tinglan stood in the water, sighed deeply, and smiled.

Your Highness is still young and easily embarrassed.

The fox, looking lively, ran to the side room, leaned against the door, and began to pant heavily.

The tall, handsome young prince disappeared from the spot, and a hapless, soaking wet fox appeared.

He shook the water off his fur, sneezed a few times, and rolled around on his clothes to dry himself off.

The fox walked dejectedly to the mirror, looked at the small white fox in the mirror, and sighed silently.

Keeping it a secret like this doesn't seem like a solution... The fox isn't good at lying, so maybe he should just tell his best friend the truth.

But if he told her, would Tinglan be scared and never speak to him again?

The fox rolled over and, looking utterly dejected, spread itself out into a wet, soggy fox pancake.

Today's cookies aren't the crispy fox cookies anymore; they got soggy after being soaked in water.

After tilting his head and thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had lied to Tinglan about more than just that. He wasn't some little yellow fox; he was just a fox that had slipped down from the mountain.

The fox swore that he had only intended to buy a steamed bun in town, and before he could even finish it, he was dragged onto a carriage. He really didn't mean to lie.

But he genuinely liked Tinglan; he didn't stay just to freeload, although freeloading... was really enjoyable.

The fox rolled over again, curled itself into a circle with great sorrow, and rested its head on its tail, deep in thought.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the fox sprang to his feet like lightning, darting behind the mirror to hide.

The fox poked its wet head out and said loudly, "I...I haven't finished changing my clothes yet, please don't come in."

“But Your Highness… my outer garments are all inside.”

That's right, Tinglan was dragged inside without changing his clothes, and his clothes were completely soaked. The fox swallowed hard. "Then let's not look at each other, okay?"

The sounds outside paused for a moment, then he said, "Okay."

The fox cautiously crawled out from behind the mirror, leaving plum blossom-like paw prints on the floor tiles.

A moment later, his long, slender, fair hand picked up the clothes from the tray. He turned his head and glanced at them, and finally retracted the large tail behind him.

The fox breathed a sigh of relief and confidently put the clothes on its head.

Um?

What's that on top of my head? It's soft and bouncy.

The fox touched its head, looking bewildered.

It's an ear!

The fox ears are showing!

He quickly grabbed a soft towel from the table and wrapped it around his head.

This has never happened before, what's going on?

The fox cautiously moved to the corner of the wall, and after confirming that Tinglan could not see it, it quickly put on its clothes, squatted down with its knees drawn up to its chest, and buried its head in its arms.

He listened intently to the sounds coming from Tinglan's side, but it seemed she had no intention of coming this way. She was just rummaging through her clothes, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness," Tinglan called out to him.

The fox was startled and didn't dare to turn around. It hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Does Your Highness have any undergarments?"

The fox stood up, frantically rummaging through the tray, and found a piece of white fabric. He grabbed it, saying, "There's one here."

"May I trouble Your Highness to pass it over?"

The two spoke through a screen. The fox turned his head slightly, and light shone through the screen. From his angle, he could only see a vague human figure.

"Okay, I'll hand it to you."

The fox, barefoot and carrying clothes in its arms, stepped on the expensive stone bricks of the Tangquan Palace.

Tinglan, wrapped in a soft cloth, looked down at the scars on her body and secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunately, the little prince was shy.

He didn't want the young prince to see his injuries and the mutilated parts of his body.

Perhaps it was for the sake of his dwindling self-esteem, or perhaps he wanted to leave some good memories in his lover's eyes...

The fox reached out from behind the screen, and Tinglan took the undergarment.

As soon as I got the clothes, I smelled a familiar fragrance.

This is... the young prince's undergarment.

Tinglan's hands trembled slightly, and his ears turned red, but he did not make a sound. He simply lowered his head and silently put on his clothes.

After the two of them were dressed, Tinglan calmed herself down and stepped out from behind the screen.

The young prince was dressed very warmly, with a hood on his head.

This is unusual. Your Highness never likes to wear thick robes in winter, so why are you so covered up today?

"Why are you wearing a hat before even leaving the house?"

The fox looked up, covered its head, and stammered as it tried to explain, "Um... well, being exposed to the wind gives me a headache."

"Has His Highness dried his hair?"

"Dry it up, dry it up, let's go back quickly." The fox hugged its head.

His ears drooped down, as if afraid of being discovered, pressed tightly against his head.

"Alright, then tonight we'll have His Highness's favorite roasted lamb chops for dinner."

Upon hearing this, the fox's eyes lit up instantly, and its ears perked up immediately.

The hat was stretched into two strange little triangular points, which he hurriedly pressed down.

"Haha, it's alright, let's go." The fox practically ran away with its head in its hands.

Tinglan turned her head and looked at the claw marks on the floor with some doubt, along with a tuft of suspicious white fur.

Has Your Highness brought the fox again?

Could the fox be hiding in his cloak right now?