After My Breakup, I Slept with the Fox Raised by the Mountain God - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning, I was swept awake by a tail.

Yes, a tail.

It was fluffy and cool to the touch, brushing from my calf all the way to my ankle as if doing it on purpose. Dazed, I reached out and grabbed a large clump of smooth, soft white fur, even subconsciously kneading it a couple of times.

The next second, a low intake of breath came from above my head.

I opened my eyes and met a pair of eyes just inches away.

The man was propped up on one arm, looking at me. His black hair fell loosely, making his pale complexion look even colder. The blanket had slipped down to his waist, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone-and a fresh scratch on his right shoulder, a suggestive shade of red.

And in my hand, I was still clutching a section of a snowy-white, fluffy fox tail.

My mind went blank for a full three seconds.

“You…”

He looked down at my hand, his voice a bit raspy.

“Have you felt enough?”

I let go instantly as if I’d been burned, shrinking back so fast I nearly rolled off the bed.

“Where did this prop come from? Are you sick in the head?”

He looked at me and actually let out a small laugh.

“Last night you were holding onto it and wouldn’t let go. Now you’re acting disgusted?”

I panicked even more.

Memories of last night began to flood back in fragments.

I had brought him back to the room, leaned against the door, and asked if he was some new ‘hidden service’ offered by the guesthouse. He said no, and I laughed at him for playing hard to get. Then, I seemed to catch that cold woody scent on him and leaned in recklessly, rubbing my face against his shoulder. After that…

After that, I only remembered a blur of snowy white.

It was as if someone had dissolved their skin in the moonlight, revealing a piece of unreasonably beautiful, eerie supernatural allure.

I covered my face, my voice trembling.

“I didn’t… I didn’t actually sleep with you, did I?”

The man leaned against the headboard, slowly and methodically tucking that tail back under the covers.

“Judging by the results, yes.”

“What results?”

“You’re covered in my scent right now,” he said, his expression terrifyingly calm, as if he were just stating the weather. “According to the rules of our clan, you have to take responsibility.”

I nearly choked on my own breath.

“Your clan? What clan?”

He raised his hand, his fingertips hooking lightly in the air.

The curtains moved without any wind, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees. The next second, a pair of snowy-white fox ears popped out from his hair, and his tail wound its way out from behind the blanket, swishing lazily twice.

I stared at those ears, my heart beating so fast I thought I might drop dead.

He said, “The Fox Clan.”

“…”

“To be more precise,” he added, “raised in the Mountain God Temple.”

I pinched myself hard, and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

It wasn’t a dream.

Last night, after getting drunk over a breakup, I had actually picked up a fox and brought him to bed.

And by the looks of it, he was a very expensive fox.

I opened my mouth, and after a long while, I managed to squeeze out: “The Mountain God is in charge of raising foxes now?”

He looked at me, his gaze tinged with a hint of disdain.

“Otherwise, did you think I grew up free-range in the mountains?”

I was left speechless.

He threw back the covers and got out of bed. His movements were so natural that they instead made me look like the one who hadn’t seen the world. I didn’t know where his black shirt had been tossed last night; he just loosely threw on a bathrobe. As he tied the belt, it was hard to keep my eyes where they belonged.

I immediately looked away.

But he stood by the bed, looking down at me. “Lu Zhiyi, you were the one who touched the tail first last night.”

My ears began to burn. “I was drunk!”

“In our Fox Clan, when courting, the tail cannot be touched lightly.”

“I said I was drunk!”

“Does being drunk mean you don’t have to take responsibility?”

This fox was a hundred times better at shifting the blame than Zhou Cheng.

I sat up straight in anger and pointed at him. “First, I didn’t know you were a fox. Second, I didn’t intend to love you and leave you. Third, even if I have to take responsibility, we have to make it clear what you want first.”

He looked at me for two seconds, the playfulness in his eyes fading slightly.

“I need to stay by your side for a while.”

“Why?”

“Because after you touched me last night, something went wrong with my transformation.”

As he spoke, he turned sideways to show me his lower back.

There was a faint red mark there, like a circle burned by some kind of Pact seal, with the end landing right on his waist dimple. It wasn’t exactly lewd, but it made one’s face heat up nonetheless.

“You have an Old Wish on you,” he said. “The moment you touched me, that Wish woke up.”

I didn’t understand; it felt like he was speaking a foreign language.

“In plain English, please?”

“Fine.” He looked up, his tone calm. “I’m going back to the city with you.”

I exploded on the spot.

“No way.”

He nodded, as if he had expected this.

“Then I can only stay here until my spiritual power dissipates completely, I return to my original form, and the guesthouse Proprietress turns me into soup.”

Me: “…”

Right on cue, the voice of the Proprietress drifted up from downstairs: “Yu Xunian, if you don’t come down right now, I’m really going to put you up for sale!”

The man leaned against the cabinet and gave me a faint smile.

“See? She always means what she says.”