"Blood was running down his leg, but the youth didn't cry, the fox did, though. Hey, have you ever seen a fox cry?" the drunkard suddenly asked Jun Moyan, laughing.
Before Jun Moyan could answer, the drunkard laughed and said, "A fox crying is quite the awful sound."
He sighed slightly and continued.
"Days went by, and after about half a year, one day the youth woke up in bed and found an extra person beside him, a boy who looked about his age but had a steamed bun face that was adorably irresistible."
At this point, Jun Moyan couldn't help but frown slightly.
He might have already guessed who that steamed bun-faced boy was.
Why did this story sound so much like the one between him and Xiaoguai...
The drunkard knew that Jun Moyan would find the story familiar because Jun Moyan had experienced the same thing.
He suddenly realized that he and Jun Moyan were very similar, truly very similar.
