Doggy came, Doggy came, Doggy came out wagging his tail.
A fawning smile hung on his face, and his tail spun like a giant windmill.
Doggy ran, Doggy ran, Doggy fled with his tail tucked between his legs.
His shrill cries made him sound like a little girl who had seen a ghost.
Zheng Qing silently polished his little poem, eyes lowered as he stood obediently behind and to the side of Su Shijun, scarcely daring to breathe. The other Little Fox Girl in the room behaved much the same way.
The two of them could hardly be blamed for acting like quails.
After using her charm to trick Doggy back out, Su Shijun did not resort to gently scratching his ears this time. Instead, she swiftly flicked her hand.
Zheng Qing saw only a flash of cold light. Doggy shrieked, then vanished from the office again.
"Is he... all right?" The young publicly funded student felt uneasy and asked in a low voice, terrified that the witch would say something dreadful.
"Am I really that cruel?" Su Shijun turned around with a warm smile on her face.
Zheng Qing decisively shook his head.
The witch clicked her tongue in boredom and held out her hand to the boy.
In her palm rolled a crimson bead of blood, encased in a translucent Magic Barrier. Like an insect amber that had swallowed a blood mosquito, it inevitably called to mind the line: "Glazed Ware bells, Amber thick; wine drips in the little trough, red as true pearls."
"This is..." Zheng Qing was not quite sure.
"A drop of blood taken from him." Su Shijun answered lazily—Zheng Qing strongly suspected that if he had not been present, she would definitely have smugly revealed three fluffy tails by now. Her tone carried