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There","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-242",242,"\u003Cp>“Hello, Lin Ying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli sat squatting in front of the camera, his fluffy, soft fox tail swaying left and right, his two tiny paws raised, face smiling as he greeted Lin Ying through the WeChat video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli was in high spirits; his expression and movements clearly indicated he was about to formally introduce himself to Lin Ying in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lin Ying, on the other side of the video, froze at the sound of that clear, childlike voice, her face expressionless, dazed, as if she hadn’t yet processed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli’s mouth opened and closed, the clear childlike voice continuing: “I’m Fuli An Sheng, please take care of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slightly muffled, childish voice, warm and familiar, seemed to be the only sound in the world—the hum of the hotel’s central air vent vanished, the distant murmur of traffic outside disappeared entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of unreality washed over her heart, and after a brief freeze, Lin Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli on the video opened his mouth, grinning as he spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My fourth tail has grown—hey, suddenly I can talk now. Look, the first thing I did after I could speak was come to chat with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli’s mouth opened and closed; unlike human lips, his movement created a different arc, making it feel as if the voice came from somewhere else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clear, bright child’s voice carried playful laughter, like a fox’s mischievous giggle, yet Lin Ying could hear care and affection in the little fox’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long silence followed, as if dispelling the unreality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying’s face broke into a radiant smile as she addressed Master Fuli in the video:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Master Fuli.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce myself too—Lin, from the two trees, Ying, from cherry blossom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cherry blossoms, one branch, two branches, ten thousand flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flower-brick once stood where the picker plucked, her silk skirt torn, red as fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Ying” in Lin Ying does not refer to cherry blossom, but is taken from the poem “Cherry Blossom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please take care of me,” Lin Ying said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, that’s way too formal,” An Sheng said, putting on an exaggerated expression and letting out a series of squeaky noises as he watched Lin Ying sit up on her bed, adjust her bangs, and introduce herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Ying. Ying. Yinyinyin—” Master Fuli told Lin Ying a little joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft.” Seeing Master Fuli’s actions and hearing his words, Lin Ying couldn’t help but smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Fuli was making a pun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wasn’t he also speaking of fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warmth and a flutter stirred in Lin Ying’s heart; memories of returning home flooded her mind—she wanted to reach out, touch the little fox, celebrate his rebirth with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad her schedule was too tight; even a round-trip in a single day would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng chatted with Lin Ying for a while, then urged her to go rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When couldn’t we chat? Now I can speak human words and chat away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just say hello to Lin Ying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodnight,” Lin Ying said automatically, raising her hand to touch her phone—then paused, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying lay back on the bed, raised her hand, and pressed it against her wildly pounding chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this what they call ‘chong xi’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It feels like watching a child grow up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chong xi” roughly means holding a wedding to ward off illness when someone in the family is critically ill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying never liked such things; someone already burdened by endless trivialities and negative emotions couldn’t possibly entertain thoughts of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she saw Master Fuli speak, telling her of his rebirth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying felt the gloom in her heart brushed away, as if by Master Fuli’s fluffy tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he saw Master Fuli speak, telling him of his rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to hormonal fluctuations, especially between three and four in the morning, people become especially despondent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts and negative emotions surge through the mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normal people sleep through it, ignore it—but for insomnia-stricken Lin Ying, it’s a major trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind often conjures sharp objects, imagining them slicing across her neck, recalling the car crash she never witnessed, thinking of the scissors in the drawer, the fruit knife in the living room, or the chipped edge of the kitchen knife on the rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation—that cutting, that flowing—feels terrifyingly real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying’s insomnia isn’t just insomnia; it’s that during light sleep, terrifying thoughts surge into her mind and jolt her awake, as if standing at a crossroads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation, that cutting feeling, that flowing sensation—all felt utterly real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Ying’s insomnia wasn’t insomnia; rather, during light sleep, terrifying thoughts would surface in her mind and jolt her awake, as if standing at a crossroads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to finish her tasks quickly, return home, and hug the little fox tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, Lin Ying slept deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying goodbye to Lin Ying and urging her to rest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yinyin~ yinyin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng put away his bag and phone, summoned his tail back with a thought, ran to the bathroom, leapt from the toilet onto the sink, washed his paws and scrubbed his footpads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder he’s a four-tailed fox—joint flexibility is a total upgrade from his three-tailed state.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting cross-legged, scrubbing his footpads, An Sheng glanced in the mirror, grinned at his reflection, and happily pinched the flesh on his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sleep, sleep—tomorrow’s training continues.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing and drying his footpads, An Sheng let out a soft whimper as he headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng leapt and yanked open the door, startling Mo Yiqing, who was still awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng froze, then let out a piercing scream:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng leapt up and yanked open the door, startling Mo Yiqing, who hadn’t been asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Mo Yiqing wore arm sleeves and a white face mask, sitting cross-legged on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her phone emitted a deep green glow, reflecting off the mask on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was startled, jerking upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, An Sheng nearly peed himself from fright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yinyinyin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, An Sheng, heading back to bed, nearly peed himself from fright at Mo Yiqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both the fox and Mo Yiqing screamed, waking Yu Xueqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked sleepily, then saw Mo Yiqing leaping up, hair wild, green light flashing everywhere, the room echoing with screams—Yu Xueqing froze, face twisted, let out a “Wah!” and nearly burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xueqing scrambled and rolled, curling up under the bed, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked open her dazed eyes to see Mo Yiqing, hair wild, leaping up, green light flickering wildly, the room echoing with a shrill scream; A Qing froze, face twisted, let out a “Wah!” and nearly burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Might not believe, but still hold reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng snapped back to reality, forehead lined with black veins, jumped up, and flipped on the ceiling light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stared at Yu Xueqing under the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Yiqing on the bed stared at An Sheng by the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One human, one fox—both fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! You scared my milk cap right off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Yiqing caught her breath, pulled up her slipping shoulder strap, and exhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, she dressed simply—either loose T-shirt and shorts, or just underwear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s scare nearly sent her milk cap flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, she dressed very simply—either loose short sleeves with shorts, or just underwear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng’s sudden shout nearly made Mo Yiqing’s milk foam fly off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1228,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.948Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","da8f19d0dbab0fe0d22731cacb9ae750161a1695fa4c841e13d9956089ce5c99","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-243","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-241",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]