The Fox's Cry

Tang Yu had admired his senior sister's long legs long ago.

But this was the first time he had seen them so completely and clearly.

Unlike those women who needed high heels to pretend their legs were long.

Nangong Ying's naturally long legs were so fair that not a single flaw could be found, with just the right amount of soft flesh.

If she practiced leg techniques a little, those legs could probably squeeze someone to death.

After quickly putting on her dress.

Nangong Ying, having covered up her springtime allure, stomped her foot and glared at Tang Yu in shame and fury.

"Tang Yu!!!"

The moment she got emotional and called him by name.

Tang Yu instantly shuddered.

When the elders at home suddenly called your name loudly as a child.

There was no need to doubt it—they were definitely calling you over to collect your reward: a big slap across the face, your favorite.

Seeing Nangong Ying hopping mad, Tang Yu hurriedly explained, "So big... no, so white, Senior Sister..."

Realizing that he became tongue-tied whenever he was nervous and embarrassed, Tang Yu was so annoyed he nearly slapped himself.

He was already this old—why was he still so thin-skinned?

Just as Nangong Ying was about to draw her sword, he finally overcame his embarrassment and shouted.

"What if I said Master was the one who sent me here? Would you believe me?"

"The Patriarch? Bullshit! Why would the Patriarch throw you in here?"

Nangong Ying clenched her delicate fists as true essence circulated within her body. She glared at Tang Yu like a tiger eyeing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.

As Nangong Heartless's most beloved junior.

Though she usually looked like she spent every day slacking off and waiting to die, she was absolutely