"Ansheng, don't sleep! It's time for a midnight snack! I went through a lot of trouble to get some fresh goods; all we need now is for you to get up and cook them with scallions, ginger, and pepper!"
Around five in the morning, the little fox's snout started poking at Ansheng's cheek.
"Ugh... the rebellious phase has arrived."
Ansheng, half-awake, opened his eyes to see the little fox looking thrilled, paws clinging to the bed while its snout nudged his cheek. Still groggy, Ansheng muttered something indistinctly.
The probability of being killed by a little fox in your sleep is not zero.
A young fox in its rebellious phase is quite lively, liking to play on the bed while humans sleep, performing what could be called a 'fox carrot,' leveraging its ten or so pounds, invoking a mountain-toppling effect.
But the fox has no bad intentions; it just hasn't had enough fun at night and wants someone to play with.
