End of August, the autumn tiger.
In the bedroom of the 16th floor residence in Xishu Garden, it was pitch-black and stiflingly hot.
Dark golden leaves woven into curtains blocked out the light from outside, doing their best to isolate the burning sun.
At this moment, a young man was lying on a large bed, sleeping soundly.
The thin blanket on him had long been kicked aside, but since the bed was exceptionally wide, the blanket didn't fall to the ground.
Beside his face, a fiery red Demonic Fox was also curled up, peacefully asleep. Even in deep sleep, those several fox tails kept misbehaving.
From time to time, the soft fox tails would land on the owner's face, hand, or chest.
The fox tails didn't tease the owner; they seemed to settle in once they touched his body and stopped being naughty.
Hmm... As long as they're next to him?
No matter how hot it was, the drowsy young man would unconsciously push the fox tails away, repeating the cycle over and over.
