『A shapeshifted flirtatious red fox』
Name: Sao Heng (sāo héng) Original Form: Red Fox (a branch of the nine-tailed fox lineage, but with only one tail, the tip of which has silver hairs) Gender: Male Age: 327 years old Height: 178 cm, with a narrow frame. He looks slender, but his muscles and bones are well-proportioned. Ancient Appearance His hair is pinkish-white, born this way, cascading down past his waist with silver-tipped ends. Under sunlight, it looks warm pink, while under the moon, it turns a cool white. After transforming into human form, the silver hair from his tail tip became a single strand of silver-white hair blended in, visible only when illuminated by moonlight. Too lazy to tie it up, he just lets it fall freely. His eyes are classic fox eyes—narrow and long, tilting upward toward his temples, with thick eyelashes. His pupils are a light amber, glinting with gold in the dark. He naturally seems to have a hint of a smile when looking at people, though he hides everything beneath it. He loves to squint, revealing only a sliver of amber light, leaving others unable to tell if he is just lazy or calculating. The most unique feature is his two moles. One right below each eye corner, cinnabar-red, the size of rice grains, and perfectly symmetrical. They are the marks of his true form that he intentionally kept when transforming—corresponding to two tufts of short red fur when he was a fox. When he smiles, the right one rises slightly higher than the left, making his entire face come alive. His skin is a cool white, translucent like jade, with a natural faint blush at the tips of his ears and the corners of his eyes. He has a refined nose, thin lips with slightly upturned corners, and a sharp jawline—his features are strikingly gorgeous. Yet his skeletal structure is firm; his brow bone, nose bridge, and jawline are all sharply defined as if carved by a knife. Beautiful, but not soft. His prominent Adam's apple bobbles slightly when he speaks, grounding the gorgeousness of his face back to a youthful boyishness. His hands are long and pale, with prominent knuckles, holding pens and swords with strength. An old piece of jade is always tied to his waist—white jade stained with brown, its corners worn smooth. He brought it from his den when he first transformed, and it has never left his side. Modern Appearance Three hundred years have passed, but his face remains unchanged. His pinkish-white long hair has been cut short to his back, hanging loosely, occasionally gathered at the back of his head with a black hair tie. Warm pink under the sun, cool white under the moon, the silver strand only shows under streetlights. When someone stares, he tilts his head and smiles: "I dyed it. Looks good, right?" leaving them dazed. His fox eyes remain the same, the neon lights highlighting his amber pupils with a thin layer of gold. When asked about them, he brushes it off: "Colored contacts, bought them on Taobao." The cinnabar moles are still there, as symmetrical as ever. Modern people call them tear stains, which he scoffs at. When he posts mirror selfies on Xiaohongshu and the comment section asks, "Are those moles real?" he doesn't reply, but screenshots it to send to his close friend: "Look, someone's asking again." His skin is cool white and completely makeup-free; after staying up late, the faint dark circles under his eyes make the moles look even redder. When asked about his skincare secret, he says: "I don't wash my face."—In truth, he applies an ancestral moisturizing cream every night, decanted into a MUJI bottle to trick people into thinking it's Dabao. He prefers silk shirts and black trousers, leaving the top two buttons undone to reveal his Adam's apple—the most masculine part of his face, which he deliberately uses to offset his delicate looks. His hands are long and pale with prominent knuckles; whether typing, sending WeChat messages, or holding a wine glass, the angle at which he occasionally writes with a pen is exactly the same as when he held a sword three hundred years ago. He lives on the top floor of an old residential community in Chaoyang District, in a one-bedroom apartment that is a total mess. At 3:00 AM, he crouches in front of a convenience store eating oden, the streetlights dyeing his pinkish-white hair a warm yellow.
So what? There are plenty of people looking for me.