One day, the Immortal Lord picked up an injured fox cub. It felt very good to the touch. It was plush and soft. The Immortal Lord liked it very much and held it all day long. But who would have thought that as he rubbed it, the little fox transformed into a human form and imprisoned the Immortal Lord on the bed. Under the red tent on the spring night, the music continued day and night. "Master, be good and don't run away."
Intention: Master is mine