Little Fox (nuzzling): "How about we eat the meat you cooked for lunch?"
Someone (a well-dressed beast) silently raised his hand to cover his nose. . .
The little fox blinked at him innocently and rubbed his chest again: "Are you okay~~~~"
Someone's bright red streaks flew past, drawing an ambiguous arc in the air. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood under his nose, and smiled openly and uprightly: "Can I eat while I do it for you?"
The little fox suppressed the subtle sense of danger in his heart and nodded.
That day, there was a lot of love in the room, let them applaud for love.