"Emmmm..."
Yan Huan glanced at the drawing paper on the wall.
It was a painting hanging in the corner of the archive room, set in an antique wooden frame with intricate patterns carved along its edges.
In the painting, a pink-haired girl stood amid a bed of flowers, gracefully bending down to smell one.
She wore an exquisite outfit, her skirt spreading like flower petals. Long pink ears protruded from her hair and drooped slightly.
"Hm?"
Yan Huan leaned closer and narrowed his eyes for a careful look.
"Have I seen this bunny-eared girl somewhere before?"
"First, I need to emphasize something."
A crisp young voice came from within the painting.
The voice seemed to drift in from somewhere far away, yet it rang clearly beside his ears.
"These are fox ears, not rabbit ears."
"?"
Yan Huan froze, instinctively taking half a step back.
"You're sure those are fox ears?"
"Of course I'm sure. Wouldn't I know my own ears?!" There was a trace of displeasure in the girl's voice.
Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and pointed at the long pink ears in the painting, his finger nearly poking the canvas.
"Can fox ears be this long?"
"That's a breed issue. It just proves you haven't seen much." Her tone turned scornful.
As soon as she finished speaking, a slender hand stretched out from the painting—the hand was pale as jade, with long fingers and nails painted light pink.
It emerged from the canvas as though the painting were merely a curtain of water.
"Do you want information? I know plenty of things you'd be interested in."
Staring at the eerie hand, Yan Huan calmly turned around.
"No."
With that, he planned to leave the archive room.
"Hey, you're giving me way too little face!"
The girl suddenly leaped