Just like that, the plump fish she'd had in her grasp was gone. Shen Huoshui's lip instantly trembled, and she burst out with a loud "WAH!"
This just goes to show you—foxes are naturally enchanting creatures.
Sui Yu had already used his Spiritual Power to dry her fur, leaving it sleek, soft, and exquisitely beautiful. As she whimpered, her delicate, mellow voice was utterly captivating.
Sui Yu paused, startled. He pursed his petal-pink lips and said, "I've already caught a few."
'The ones others catch are never as tasty as the ones you catch yourself.'
Shen Huoshui stopped crying instantly. She shot him a cool, haughty glance and asked, "Are they all cooked?"
"Yeah," the boy's voice was low. "They're about to get cold."
It was only then that Shen Huoshui realized she'd been playing in the water for quite a while.
She instantly felt a pang of pity for her tiny, sub-seven-pound self:
