The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

On the corridor outside the Xuantian Palace, Chu Mo had just turned the corner when a goose yellow figure blocked his way.

Gong Xueying's eyes were red, and her carefully applied makeup had long been smudged by tears. The brocade bag in her hand was embroidered with crooked lotus flowers - the stitches were obviously the work of a beginner.

"Brother..." Her voice trembled as she handed the sachet forward, "I begged for this at Xuantian Temple after kneeling for three days..."

Chu Mo dodged to the side, the wind from his sleeves blowing off a few threads from the brocade bag. He glanced at the new scar on Gong Xueying's wrist—the mark left by the talisman made from the blood of the heart.

"Junior sister, there is no need to do this." His voice was colder than the snow on Lonely Cloud Peak.

Gong Xueying's tears suddenly burst out: "I also want the Soul-Eroding Powder..." Her words stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled her throat.

"Xueying!" Chen Xuan appeared beside the corridor pillar at some point and put his arms around her trembling shoulders.

He gently pressed his fingertips on the back of Gong Xueying's neck, and the girl leaned softly into his arms. "Senior Brother Chu needs to rest." He said gently, but his eyes pierced Chu Mo coldly.

Chu Mo left without looking back. Behind him, he could hear Gong Xueying's suppressed sobs and Chen Xuan's gentle coaxing: "Be good, senior brother will take you to see the newly opened magnolia flowers..."

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At the foot of the Solitary Cloud Peak, bitter bamboo sways.

The little fox is practicing magic by the stream and can already create lifelike butterflies.

Seeing Chu Mo coming back, she immediately transformed back into her girlish appearance, running barefoot across the stream stones. The water splashed on her skirt, revealing her slender ankles.

"Senior!" She rushed to Chu Mo, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and her nose almost touched his chin, "You have a disgusting smell." As she said that, she sniffed his neck like a little animal, and her warm breath swept across his Adam's apple.

Chu Mo's ears felt hot, and he took a step back: "Stop it."

"It's that sister who's always crying, right?" The little fox pouted, suddenly changing back to its original form and burrowing into his sleeve pocket, leaving only its furry head exposed. "I'm going to cover up her smell!"

Chu Mo shook his head helplessly, but let her stir in his sleeve. When he reached the bamboo house, he suddenly said, "Do you want to go to the Thousand Machines Secret Realm?"

"Anything delicious?" the little fox instantly transformed back into human form, but something went wrong—she appeared to be a girl of seventeen or eighteen. Her fiery red hair fell to her waist, and her loose collar had slipped halfway, revealing round shoulders that made one want to take a bite.

Chu Mo quickly turned his face away, his Adam's apple rolling: "There are spiritual fruit preserves."

"Then I'll go!" She cheered and spun around, completely oblivious to the looseness of her belt. As she turned, the tip of her hair brushed Chu Mo's nose, carrying the fragrance of evening primrose. "I can protect you, Senior!" She suddenly leaned in close, her fingertips touching the healing poison mark on his chest. "Does it still hurt?"

Chu Mo grasped her thrashing wrist, only to feel the unhealed scar on her palm—the scar from gathering herbs for him. His fingertips paused, then shifted from gripping to caressing, gently rubbing the scar. "I'll teach you a new spell tomorrow."

"I want to learn now!" The little fox hugged his arm and shook him like a spoiled child. With her current stature, when she was so close, her soft spot pressed against his arm. Seeing Chu Mo's ears flushed, she moved closer out of curiosity: "Senior, you're so hot here..."

"Go change your clothes." Chu Mo suddenly pulled his arm out, his voice a little hoarse, "Tie the belt."

The little fox looked down at her loosened belt and suddenly gave a sly smile. She gathered foxfire at her fingertips and drew a pattern in the air, instantly transforming into a crimson fairy dress. However, her magic wasn't perfect yet, so the hem of her dress was a bit too short, revealing her slender ankles.

"Does it look good?" She spun on tiptoe, her skirt blooming like a flower. A fourth fox tail swayed behind her, a little more solid than yesterday's.

Chu Mo turned to get his sword, but bumped into her figure, who had been blocking the doorway for some time. The little fox looked up, his amber eyes reflecting the sunset glow. "Senior, what are you hiding from?" She suddenly reached out and touched his burning earlobe. "Is the poison acting up again?"

"Go make a fire and cook." Chu Mo frowned, but let her fingertips linger on his ears.

"I'll cook today!" After saying that, the little fox smiled and changed back to its original form, jumping to the kitchen impatiently.

Not long after, she came back with her face covered in soot, holding a burnt spirit potato in her hand: "Senior, try it!"

Chu Mo looked into her sparkling eyes, lowered his head and took a bite.

The bitter taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, but a hint of sweetness can be tasted inexplicably.

The night wind blew by, lifting a strand of red silk from her hair and gently wrapping it around his clothes.

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The morning mist hadn't yet dissipated, and the little fox had already transformed into a young girl, practicing her barefoot steps in the open space in front of the bamboo house. She was wearing an old dress that Chu Mo had altered to fit her. The loose robe fluttered as she spun, revealing her slender waist from time to time.

"Senior, look at me!" She suddenly leaped into the air, with four fox tail shadows stretching out behind her. When she landed, she stepped on the slippery moss and fell backwards.

A white shadow flashed by, and Chu Mo caught her steadily. The girl's soft body crashed into his arms, carrying the fragrance of evening primrose. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Chu Mo's neck, and the tip of her nose brushed against his chin.

"It's so cold." The little fox grumbled, but didn't get up. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it. "Senior, you are always so warm."

Chu Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and just as he was about to, he heard her say "Huh".

"It's beating so fast here." She curiously tapped Chu Mo's Adam's apple with her finger, then moved it down to his heart. "It's beating here too."

"Come down." Chu Mo's voice was slightly hoarse.

The little fox hugged him even tighter, its ears peeking out from its hair and trembling slightly: "No~ Unless Senior teaches me to fly a sword!"

Chu Mo had no choice but to make a hand gesture with one hand. The Solitary Red Sword was unsheathed and hovered three feet above the ground. Just as he was about to put the person down, the little fox suddenly transformed back into its original form, leaping onto his shoulder in a few seconds, its furry tail brushing across his cheek.

"I'm kidding!" She licked Chu Mo's earlobe proudly, "I don't want to learn that. I want to learn the trick that senior used last night!"