Prisoner of the Nine-Tailed Fox’s Obsessive Love

Every night, Ying An would listen to Li Jue’s bedtime stories. From the Battle of Muye to the Self-Strengthening Movement, she recounted history as though she had witnessed it all. Curious, he finally asked, “Where did you learn all of this, Sister Li Jue?” “From books, of course. Little An should read more too.” That was what she told him. In reality… Every single story she shared had been something she had lived through herself. “There, story’s over. Time for bed.” Ying An was a good child. He nodded obediently and let go of Li Jue’s fluffy fox tail.