I Am a Fox Spirit Clinging to the Male Lead Chapter 13

I Am a Fox Spirit Clinging to the Male Lead Chapter 13

That night, I had a dream.

In the dream, I was forced back into my true form. Julian stared at my fox ears and tail, his eyes cold:

“Sasha, you’re a spirit fox?”

His aloof face displayed unconcealed disgust.

Seraphina stood shoulder to shoulder with him:

“Wicked spirit, you actually dare to harm my beloved, prepare to die!”

I cowered in the corner, defending myself helplessly:

“I didn’t harm him, I just like Julian, I just wanted to siphon a little energy…”

Before I could finish, Julian mercilessly interrupted me:

“Your affection disgusts me. I hate foxes the most, especially devious spirit foxes like this. Seraphina, kill her.”

Seraphina curled her lips, raising her Hunter’s staff:

“Alright, this coat of fur isn’t bad. I’ll skin it to make a fox fur coat…’

Severe pain shot through me.

My Essence Orb was crushed to pieces.

Julian looked down condescendingly at the dying me, his gaze devoid of any pity or affection.

The next second, I woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat.

I hurriedly checked myself-my Essence Orb was still there, my fur was still there.

In front of me were my favorite white, tender pecs.

Seeing me awake, Julian’s ears flushed with a shy pink, and he slowly spoke:

“Morning, I’m not wearing pajamas, do you want to suck…”

When had he ever been this proactive?

Normally, I would have joyfully pounced on him to siphon.

But right now my face was deathly pale, still reeling from the nightmare.

I practically scrambled out of his embrace:

“Julian, let’s break up!”

His pupils constricted, his brows furrowing:

“What did you say?”

I only then remembered.

What breakup.

We were never even together in the first place.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Meeting his progressively darkening gaze, I spoke firmly again:

‘My family and I reconciled. They want me to go home quickly. Thank you for taking me in during this time, I’m moving out right now.”

After saying that, I minded my own business packing my things.

After a long, long time, I heard a very faint:

“Okay.”

The live chat feed erupted in celebration:

[Damn, the supporting female is finally willing to leave. She was shamelessly clinging to him

before.]

[Universal celebration! Even though it’s a bit sudden, congratulations to the male lead for being

liberated!]

[But why does it feel like the male lead isn’t happy? The way he’s glaring at the supporting female looks like he wants to eat her, is it just my imagination?]

[I second this., I feel it too, the male lead’s expression is so scary.]

I had no time to care about what Julian was thinking anymore.

In that dream, Julian’s coldness and the agonizing pain of near-death were too real.

I was truly scared.