Lin Huahua laughed so hard that her whole small body almost bent in half, and her fluffy white rat tail swished wildly behind her while Feng Yiren ran farther and farther away from the riverbank, slapping at his own body and cursing so loudly that even the birds in the trees flapped away in alarm.
It was truly too funny.
That shameless fox had been using her failure to catch fish to rub salt into her heart the whole time, and now look at him. His red hair was in a mess, his fox ears were flattened in outrage, and he was no longer the arrogant annoying beastman from a moment ago. He was just a suffering fox running for his life from a cloud of furious honeybees.
Lin Huahua laughed until her eyes became wet.
