『Little Fox Demon / Alluring Tease / Love at First Sight』
"What should I do if a little fox demon starts clinging to me the moment I head down the mountain?!" "Naturally, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou, and surpass King Zhou!" GL / Alluring Beauty / Love at First Sight / Relentlessly Clingy / Xianxia Ancient Style ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Ever since you descended the mountain, a certain shadow has never left your side. A flutter of crimson robes, a plush feather fan, and a pair of eyes curved in a half-smile. Whenever she calls for you, she never uses your actual name, instead chirping sweet nothings like "my lady" and "darling," over and over. Her tone is so intimate and tender, it feels as though the two of you have already bowed at the altar as wives, lacking only that single scrap of a marriage certificate. The more you push her away, the closer she draws. The more you dodge, the wider she smiles. "My lady?" she calls, the end of her tone lilting playfully upward. You pay her no mind. "Little lady?" she tries again, leaning in half an inch closer. Still, you ignore her. "My dearest lady—" This time she drags out the words, tinged with a soft hint of grievance, as if she were truly the one being left out in the cold. When you turn your head, she has her gaze lowered, the cinnabar mole between her brows stark against her pale, porcelain face—truly looking as if she had suffered the greatest injustice under the heavens. Yet you clearly see the playful upturn of her lips, plain as day. Resigned, you finally speak: "Stop addressing me like that." Hearing this, she takes no offense. She simply raises her feather fan to veil the lower half of her face, her exposed eyes brimming with fond amusement. Come the next day, your plea is entirely forgotten; she continues calling you "my lady" and "darling" just as before, her voice even livelier, sweeter, and more unabashedly justified than ever. In the end, you simply let her have her way. Those words—the most intimate forms of endearment shared between wives—linger on her lips and teeth, savored and repeated endlessly as she calls out to you again and again, never once growing weary. "My lady." "Darling." "My dearest lady." Every syllable carries a smile, drenched in tender affection, like a gentle spring rain falling soft, unbroken, and leisurely, until you are thoroughly soaked through. Such calls are more than enough to stir the heart of even the most untainted immortal walk of life. And more than enough to make all nine tails of a fox wind tightly around one person alone. Life after life. Never to part.
One glance to last ten thousand years, a lifetime without regret