"How should I deal with this little thing...?"
Fang Mo stared at the little wolf cub on the ground, an insincere expression appearing on his face.
Fang Mo admitted that he was a very vulgar person. Not only was he a sucker for looks, but he often judged people by appearance, and this little thing was absolutely to his taste.
In some ancient country, a certain saying had once circulated.
Namely, that everyone there had a thing for white hair.
And that was indeed true. At least, Fang Mo himself was like that. Not only did he like it, but one of his incarnations was the white-haired, red-eyed little girl Magnetic Field Martial God.
But the little wolf cub before him had far more to offer than that.
She had something even more appealing—those huge, fluffy wolf ears and wolf tail.
The little thing was squatting on the ground, looking up at Fang Mo with utterly undisguised excitement and joy in her eyes. It was the purest loyalty and affection that canine creatures reserved for their owners.
Fang Mo looked down at the wolf-eared girl, who was so small it was almost unfair.
He remembered an anime he had watched years ago. If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be called Dog and Thirteen Spices. The heroine, the Wise Wolf Holo, had been quite cute, but the fur color of this little wolf cub suited his preferences even better, and she seemed younger than Holo as well.
"Hmm? Wait..."
But as soon as he thought that, Fang Mo suddenly realized something was wrong. "Was that anime really called Dog and Thirteen Spices? Or was it Wolf and Spice?"
"What nonsense are you talking about now?"
Mint, beside him, turned to glance at him.
"Nothing. I just remembered an old acquaintance."