What happens when a fox who loves chicken more than life itself spots a roast chicken? When she first meets Feng Tian, she mistakes him for one. Her attempt to steal the chicken backfires, and she ends up as his little maid instead.
“Lord Feng, I happen to be perfectly roasted too, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Why not make do with me and have a little bite?”
The fox puts on a long face, looking utterly bereaved. “When you’re done, remember to return my bones to Grandma. Tell her I’m sorry. In my next life, I’ll definitely listen to her and never eat chicken again...”
Feng Tian chuckles, his rich, deep voice as intoxicating as fine wine. His handsome face is a picture, tinged with mockery, while his phoenix eyes are unreadable. “And what if I say no?”
The fox howls at the sky: Grandma, you’ll never have to worry about me eating chicken again...
