No, it's not another Si Jin.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is a fox, a white three-tailed fox that looks exactly like Si Jin.
However, the tips of his ears were not naturally red; they looked like they had been painstakingly dyed on, and the color was uneven.
"Cousin, how have you been?"
The three-tailed fox's name is Si Yan, and he is the original owner's cousin.
Previously, she was jealous of the original owner and spoke ill of her everywhere.
Now I offer myself as a bedmate, becoming Zhu Yan's substitute lover.
"I never would have thought that my once-imposing cousin would be in such a sorry state, reduced to the point where I have to bring you food."
Si Jin smiled kindly and said gently, "Imitating me while complaining about me, you really make me nauseous."
"So what if I imitate you? I'm doing just fine now. On the contrary, you, cousin... are ungrateful and angered Lord Zhu Yan. Don't you deserve to be locked up?"
Si Yan didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with being used as a substitute.
On the contrary, he thought that as long as Si Jin died, Zhu Yan would love only him.
He was waiting for Si Jin to ruin himself.
"Eat your meal today." With that, he put down the tray he was holding and handed it to Si Jin without any hesitation.
A foul, rancid smell wafted over, and Si Jin frowned, instinctively pulling her ears away as well. She lifted her eyelids and asked, "This is... the food you made me eat?"
"Is that not allowed?" Si Yan smiled smugly. "If you don't eat it, you won't even get this... Ahh!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin picked up the lunchbox and smashed the plate directly into his face.
The wooden tray broke, and not only did he gulp down several mouthfuls of scrambled rice, he also got his head smashed.
Blood trickled down, and Si Yan immediately knelt on the ground, coughing violently.
With ringing in his ears, a throbbing scalp, and a churning stomach, he felt like he could faint on the spot: "Si Jin! Aren't you afraid I'll tell Zhu Yan?!"
"Tell Zhu Yan?"
“Yes!” Si Yan looked up, blood seeping into his eyes, burning with pain, but he still stared with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth and threatening, “Tell Zhu Yan that you don’t love him at all.”
"..."
“…”
"Hahahaha." This sentence successfully made Si Fengzi laugh.
He lowered his hand slightly, released his demonic power, grabbed Si Yan's neck, lifted him high, and deliberately pushed him to the edge of suffocation.
“Zhu Yan knows I don’t love him, which is why he’s so infatuated with me.”
Si Jin's eyes were slightly red, as if some kind of pleasure had been satisfied, and she looked crazy and happy.
“I don’t love Zhu Yan, but I know how much he cares about me. The more I reject him, the more enthusiastic he becomes.”
"Believe it or not, when Zhu Yan comes, I'll curse him a few times, slap him a few times, beat him until he vomits blood, and then he'll happily help me strangle you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, bang—
The demonic energy contracted, throwing Si Yan directly against the gate five meters away.
The bones shattered, producing several pleasant cracking sounds.
The sudden influx of fresh air forced him to cough to relieve the discomfort.
He didn't believe it; he didn't believe that someone like Zhu Yan, who willingly sought out torture, existed in the world.
He wanted to get out, he wanted to crawl out and tell Zhu Yan how much Si Jin hated him, so that Zhu Yan could kill this madman as soon as possible.
Si Yan forced back the tears that threatened to spill, reached out shakily to steady himself against the doorframe, and the next moment, crash—
The door was pushed open from the outside, and he was slammed against the wall again, the pain unbearable.
However, his eyes lit up suddenly when he saw the person who had come.
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