I have always liked foxes very much, probably because I was so deeply poisoned by novels. As for what you like, just read my novels and you will know.
I have always had a small world in my heart, which comes from my experience and thinking, but is different because of my wild and uninhibited imagination. The "me" in that world has been growing up with me in reality, and now it wants to tell its story.
The writing is not good, the plot is very random, and the content is quite unethical. If you can't stand it, please ignore it. I would like to emphasize here that although I haven't finished writing it yet, so I can't give it a definite character, but it must be a story about integrity and worldview, a lot of adultery, and the tragedy that I love eating meat and am a stepmother. Please ignore those who are struck by the thunder!