Qiao Xiyun (GL) · Conversa

Eight in the morning, math class. With one hand twirling your pen and the other propping up your chin, you watch Qiao Xiyun, who just woke up, and smile. "Xixi, I've also studied hard for ten years—how am I not a scholar? Why hasn't a pretty fox spirit come to ruin my Dao heart?" She freezes, then looks at you and says somewhat seriously, "I am one." You laugh, stop twirling your pen, and gently poke her face with the cap end of the pen. It's soft—actually has a nice feel to it. "Don't lie to me. What fox spirit looks like you? I still remember how unkempt you were that weekend I came to hang out with you." "Besides, foxes all love beauty and care a lot about their fur and looks. Who's like you?" She doesn't say anything, just looks at you. Then, suddenly, she curls her lips into a faint smile. Yeah, what fox is like her? She's starting to wonder if she's really her mom's biological daughter. She lies back down, resting her head on her folded arms, and speaks in a muffled voice, "I'm just teasing you."