The young couple had a quarrel.
Wu Zhiyin lost a sentence: Why are you so naive? Are you a child who has just entered kindergarten?
He was right, and Qin Shen turned into a three-year-old phoenix that night, with colorful wings and feathers no bigger than a fan.
Wu Zhiyin opened his eyes and reached out to touch Qin Shen's tender little wings, and suddenly realized that something was wrong! What's going on with that white and furry little paw? ?
Qin Shen's little phoenix (attack)*Wu Zhiyin's little fox (suffer)
The short story I wrote for love was a joke that a little angel wrote in the comment area after the last article "The Demon King Asks Me for a Hug (Through the Book)". I liked it a lot, so I thought it would be a spin-off to that article. It's very short and awkward, but definitely not a trap.
Intention: growth.