Hundreds of years ago, the newly minted little fox secretly cursed:
The husband I have been thinking about for hundreds of years should have been put in the urn, but I didn't want to be abducted by a beautiful young lady. How can I, a vixen, swallow my anger? Even if you hide from me to the ends of the earth, you can't even think of living with Meimei behind my back.
Hundreds of years later, the little fox hugged the white and waxy little man and felt helpless:
What about the beautiful scenery of the good city you promised? God has really never failed me, but it's not like "what's the beauty of Mother Chen?"
Now let's see how the newborn fox slowly pursues its husband.
"Mr. Lang, you're fine!"