Chu Mu's mind was now filled with Kafka's words, "a Foxian's tail," echoing in his ears like a demonic chant.
For a moment, he even suspected that Kafka had used Word Spirit Art on him.
It felt as though he would be left with endless regrets if he did not touch it.
In the end, however, reason won out over emotion.
He stepped between Tingyun and Kafka and said, embarrassed and annoyed:
"I'll say it again. I never wanted to touch Miss Tingyun's tail!"
"How did you learn to say the opposite of what you mean, just like Silver Wolf?" Kafka asked delightedly.
Silver Wolf's irritated shout came through:
"Are you ever going to let that go?"
Chu Mu could not be bothered with Kafka. He said earnestly to Tingyun:
"You don't need to take what Kafka says too seriously. She just likes to joke around. Also, I never wanted to touch your tail."
"I-I could tell," Tingyun said apprehensively.
"The Foxian Tingyun reached out to protect her large, fluffy tail," Faf reported quietly.
Kafka could no longer hold it in and let out a laugh.
Chu Mu understood everything in an instant!
"You can hear what Faf says, can't you?" Chu Mu asked with a cold laugh.
"Isn't that just so I can supervise its work? If it makes any mistakes or leaves anything out, I can correct it right away." Kafka shrugged. "What's wrong with that? Though it talks a little too fast, and its voice sounds nothing like mine. Definitely getting a bad review."
"Please settle the service fee before leaving a bad review," Silver Wolf said flatly.
Utterly exhausted, Chu Mu asked:
"How many more functions does this artificial intelligence have that I don't know about?"
"Well, ahem, Faf certainly won't hurt you," Kafka said, sounding