"Ah Qing... The fox, kind of died."
"You Fuli fan, just speak candidly! There's nothing embarrassing about admitting that. In the Furry fandom, nothing can scare me, not even you."
Ansheng, nestled in a hoodie and with Ah Qing's arm around his neck, feigns death, raises his paw to pat Ah Qing's cheek, and reassures:
"Encountering a Fuli fan like me, a furry enthusiast, is quite normal. Everyone understands that, right?"
"Hmm..."
Ah Qing, driving the car, responds with a mosquito-like whisper, her gaze embarrassedly fixed forward.
"Speaking of Furry fans, the Furry fans in Chang'an City are like an insurmountable mountain..." Ansheng happily continues, seemingly oblivious to Ah Qing's flustered expression, confidently sharing his tales.
He recounts to Ah Qing his encounter in Chang'an City, in Wang Ya's room, where he saw those things soaked in formalin.
Of course.
