As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, not to mention the world of monsters where the jungle preys on the strong.
One is a male vixen who is as gentle as an immortal, and the other is a flower demon with a bad temper and rudeness. When two demons meet, there is bound to be an attack. It doesn't matter whether it is a vixen or a flower demon.
It wasn't until the vixen, who had always been gentle and weak, climbed into his bed one day that the flower demon discovered that the beast in clothes was the beast in clothes, and would never change from its fairy-like appearance. Under the fox's skin was always a cunning heart, a heart that wanted to eat up the flower demon.
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and I will accompany you until dawn.