The echo of Bai Yue's bold declaration—"He is my mate. Go find your own fox."—hung in the dead-silent clearing.
For three glorious seconds, Bai Yue felt like an absolute warrior queen. A badass protagonist who had finally taken control of the plot.
And then, the adrenaline vanished.
Did I just... Bai Yue's brain initiated a frantic reboot sequence. Loading... Error 404: Logic not found. Did I just grab the Fox Lord, the man who hated my guts two weeks ago, and suck on his face in front of a literal celestial deity?!
Her face, already flushed from the kiss, went spectacularly red it rivaled Zhao Yan's hair. Her knees, which had been locked in a stance of fierce defiance, suddenly turned into overcooked wet noodles.
She stumbled backward, a tiny, embarrassing squeak escaping her swollen lips. Gravity was about to claim another victory, but she never hit the dirt.
