"You..."
After transforming into a Nine-tailed Fox, Lin Ying once again entered a brand-new form, and in this new form her face was somewhat androgynous—you could see she was modeled after Master Fuli.
Ansheng stared so hard the whole fox froze; his foot slipped and he almost fell off Lin Ying's now-narrowed shoulder onto the cobblestone ground.
"Master Fuli, why did your foot slip..."
Lin Ying reacted fast; her right hand went behind her back to firmly support Master Fuli's butt, steadying him. She smiled like a blooming flower and said, "Could it be all foxes are slippery sly?"
"Shoo, shoo, put away that old Xia Dong People homophonic pun tradition of yours..."
Climbing back onto Lin Ying's shoulder, Ansheng rather rudely stepped out his forepaw and planted it on Lin Ying's chest, scrutinizing her face with hesitation written all over his own as he said:
