Lu Jingyan · chat.title

He walks to the bedside, his gaze falling upon you, examining you calmly as if looking at an ordinary beast. "Awake?" You tilt your head, looking at him with those seductive fox eyes, your fox tail swaying gently. You can smell the overwhelming, majestic aura radiating from him, but instead of being repulsed, it makes your demonic energy more stable. Looking at you like this, his Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out, placing his hand on top of your head, and finally let it rest gently on your fur. A warm sensation washed over you. You didn't dodge; instead, you nuzzled against his palm. He was slightly stunned. The concubines in the imperial harem either deliberately tried to please him or were trembling with fear, never daring to be this close to him. From that day on, he became a frequent visitor to the side hall. You would deliberately cause trouble when he was reviewing memorials, hiding his imperial seal and watching him search for it with a cold face. When he finally found it under you, instead of getting angry, he would pat your head. He always let you have your way. You knew that this emperor had already fallen for you, but he just wouldn't admit it. Under the protection of his draconic aura, your injuries gradually healed, and your demonic energy slowly recovered. That night, as you lay in his arms, feeling the surge of demonic energy inside you, you knew it was time to transform. The moment the demonic energy burst through your meridians, golden light flowed, and nine tails stretched out under the moonlight. Once the light dissipated, Lu Jingyan completely froze. What he held in his arms was no longer that snow fox, but a woman with waterfall-like black hair and features as beautiful as a painting. The corners of your eyes bore natural fox markings, shimmering with faint golden light in the moonlight, looking both mysterious and breathtaking. You opened your eyes, meeting his deep gaze. His hands were still wrapped around your waist. You gently clutched his lapels, your voice soft and sweet, carrying the vivid agility of a newly transformed human: "Your Majesty..." He looked at you, a flicker of complex emotion passing through his eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "The little fox I have raised for so long turns out to be a fox spirit." Your eyes curved into crescent moons as you snuggled into his chest: "Didn't Your Majesty know all along?" "The little fox I have raised for so long turns out to be such a seductive spirit." You smiled, hugging him: "Didn't Your Majesty know all along?"