I Am a Fox Spirit Clinging to the Male Lead Chapter 16

I Am a Fox Spirit Clinging to the Male Lead Chapter 16

Seraphina was standing right next to Julian, her Hunter aura scaring me.

My eyelashes trembled, not daring to look up.

Afraid to see Julian’s disgusted expression.

Those cursing words from the live chat feed kept flashing before my eyes.

I’m a spirit fox, I didn’t do anything evil, why does everyone hate me.

I just like Julian and greedily wanted a little energy.

But he hates me too.

The live chat feed also said Julian would team up with his beloved Hunter to kill me and skin me.

Does he loathe me that much?

Now I’ve been caught.

Am I going to be turned into a fox fur coat without even being full on energy

My eyes couldn’t help but water.

once?

The moisture in my eyes could no longer be held back, dripping onto the ground patter by patter.

Iclosed my eyes.

The anticipated pain didn’t come; instead, I fell into a warm embrace.

Julian let out a light sigh:

“Sasha, what are you crying for?”

It came with his rich, abundant energy.

I siphoned until I was dizzy, my eyes becoming hazy.

To the side, Seraphina spoke, her tone playful:

“Must be hungry. She’s probably severely lacking energy. Such a loyal little fox indeed. Even with my cousin trying so hard to hook up with her, she’s completely devoted to you.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pinched the tip of my ear:

“And she’s a white-pink little fox. Julian, you’re so lucky. Why can’t I pick up such a cute spirit fox to be my wife?”

My ear being touched, I subconsciously shrank back.

Julian glared coldly at Seraphina’s hand:

“Don’t touch her.”

Seraphina slowly let go:

“So stingy. At least I helped you solve the problem of your lifespan shortening if you go all the way with a spirit fox. You should give me some reward. Lend the little fox to me to pet for a few days, alright? You know I’m a fluff-addict, I’ve been craving her tail for a long time.”

After saying that, she wanted to grab my big fluffy tail again.

But before her hand even touched it, it was coldly swatted away by Julian:

“Not lending.”

These two words were extremely possessive.

The next second, Julian picked me up, jacket and all, his tone gentle and hoarse:

“Sasha, let’s

go

home.”

Beneath the jacket, I intoxicatedly buried my face in my favorite place.