This is probably a story about a fox clan and a monk. The story is very cliché. A certain fox wandered into the world and became a scapegoat fox. He was rescued by a passing wooden monk. From then on, he stayed in the temple and refused to leave. He guarded the unintelligible wood in his house every day for fear of being eaten by others.
"You little thing is so interesting. The poor monk has not argued with you and stayed in this monk's temple all day long. Then he complained about the poor monk's indifference."
"Little guy, do you know what it feels like to be in love?"
"Little guy, maybe the poor monk likes you."
"Little guy? Where are you? The poor monk is not shy. Why are you so shy in the first place?"
A certain little guy stood not far away and covered his face, his face flushed: "I'm so embarrassed... I'm so embarrassed. I didn't expect that I'm a pervert... Hey, hey, what are you doing! Don't come here!"
The little bald donkey chuckled, grabbed one, and gently covered his lips and eyebrows, "Didn't you ask for this yourself?"