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After standing there for a long time, he turned around and walked back, his steps heavy, but he didn't stop.

Back at the spring, Xiaobai had already gotten up, dressed, and was sitting on a rock combing her hair. Her long hair was wet and draped behind her. She combed it with a wooden comb, water droplets dripping down.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't turn around, only saying, "You're back."

"Um."

"Are you hungry? I brought some dry food."

I'm not hungry.

Xiao Bai combed her hair and tied it up with a hairpin—the fox hairpin.

She turned around and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan. He stood there with no expression on his face, but the turmoil in his eyes was undeniable.

She looked at him for a moment, then beckoned, "Come here."

Jiang Xiaochuan walked over, and she pulled him to sit down. She took out a cloth from her bundle and dried his hair. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead and neck. She dried it carefully, strand by strand, and then combed it with her fingers.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called him.

"Um."

I won't force you.

Her voice was soft but clear: "Do whatever you want. Leave if you want, stay if you want. If you miss me, say so. If you don't, then don't say so."

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent.

"But there's one thing I have to say." She stopped what she was doing and looked at his profile.

"I like you, not because you saved me, not because you are good-looking, and not because you are a Qingyun disciple. I just like you, I like you as a person, I like watching you eat, watching you practice your sword, and watching your silly appearance."

She paused, her voice even softer: "But you don't have to reply to me now, and you don't have to feel like you owe me anything. Liking you is my business, it has nothing to do with you. Just do what you want to do, choose what you want to choose, and tell me when you've thought it through."

Jiang Xiaochuan's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

Xiao Bai smiled and continued to dry his hair gently.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. We'll stay here tonight. I brought a blanket to spread out by the spring; it'll be warm. We'll watch the sunrise tomorrow morning; I've heard the sunrise here is especially beautiful."

She stopped talking and focused on drying his hair. After drying it, she took out a comb and gently and slowly combed it for him.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes, feeling her fingers weaving through his hair, feeling the comb teeth brushing against his scalp, gentle and warm.

The wind rustled through the leaves, the spring gurgled and steamed, and birdsong could be heard in the distance, clear and melodious.

It gradually got dark.

At night, the two spread out a blanket by the spring and lay side by side. The blanket was thick and soft, keeping out the dampness. There were stars in the sky, dense and bright, like a handful of broken diamonds. There was no moon, but the starlight was bright enough to see each other's faces.

Xiao Bai lay on her side, facing Jiang Xiaochuan.

She wasn't asleep; she kept her eyes open, watching him. He was lying flat on his back with his eyes closed, but his breathing wasn't as steady as when he was asleep.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called him softly.

"Um."

"Have you ever slept with a woman?"

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his eyes and looked at her. Under the starlight, her eyes shone brightly, as if there were stars shattered inside them.

He paused for a moment, then said, "No."

"Oh," Xiaobai responded, then paused and asked, "Want to give it a try?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's breath hitched.

Xiao Bai laughed, reached out, and poked his cheek: "Just kidding."

Jiang Xiaochuan grabbed her fingers and held them in his palm. Her fingers were cold, but his palm was warm.

"However," Xiaobai let him hold her hand, her voice lowering, "if you want, I can teach you. I've lived for thousands of years, I know everything."

"Have you... tried it?"

"What have you tried?"

"man."

Xiaobai remained silent for a long time, so long that Jiang Xiaochuan thought she wouldn't answer: "If I said I've tried it, would you despise me? In three thousand years, I've slept with more men than you've ever seen women."

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, his fingers unconsciously tightening.

Xiao Bai sensed his stiffness and chuckled, "Just kidding."

She turned over to face him, looking at him in the starlight: "I have never slept with anyone. The fox clan values ​​chastity even more than humans."

She reached out and lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips: "I guarded for thousands of years, waited for hundreds of years, and endured three hundred years at the Xuanhuo Altar, not because of my chastity, but because..."

Her fingertip lingered near his lips. "I need to make sure that person won't skin me and make a blanket after I take off my clothes."

Jiang Xiaochuan grabbed her mischievous fingers, panicked and at a loss for words, only managing to utter three words:

"I won't."

Xiao Bai smiled and said, "I know, that's why I asked you if you want to give it a try."

She leaned closer, her breath brushing against his face.

"But if you're unwilling, that's fine too. I can keep lying to myself for a few more days and say that you're a gentleman and that you don't dislike me for being old."

He was silent.

She looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Jiang Xiaochuan, want to see something?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked up at her.

Xiao Bai didn't explain. She just stood up, took a few steps back, and retreated to the open space by the spring. The moonlight shone down from above and fell on her. She closed her eyes, and suddenly a very faint white light surged from her body.

The light was not dazzling, but soft like mist or gauze, seeping out from her body and enveloping her layer by layer.

Then her body shape began to change.

A white fox, as tall as two people, stood under the moon.

Nine tails spread out behind it, fluffy like clouds, the tips of their fur gleaming faintly silver in the moonlight.

She looked down at him; his eyes were still Xiaobai's eyes.

Clear, smiling, gentle.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked up at her without saying a word.

He had seen her true form at the Xuanhuo Altar.

Now she stands in the moonlight, her fur as white as snow and as fluffy as clouds. Her nine tails sway gently, creating a slight breeze that makes the purple flowers by the spring tremble.

"What are you standing there for?" Xiaobai spoke, her voice coming from such a huge body, yet it was still her tone, lazy and teasing.

Jiang Xiaochuan stepped forward.

He reached out, his fingers touching the fur on her forelegs. The fur was incredibly soft, smoother than the finest fox fur. His fingers sank in, touching the warm texture beneath the fur. Her body was warm, warmer than the water of a hot spring.

She lowered her head, brought her nose close to his, and gently sniffed. Her breath was warm, brushing against his face, carrying a faint, sweet scent.

Jiang Xiaochuan's hand moved up her front leg, slowly stroking her shoulder and the side of her neck.

Her hair was very long, and his fingers almost went in. His fingertips touched a layer of extremely fine and soft downy hair, which was warm to the touch against her skin.

Her hand—no, his hand—stopped at the side of her neck. Suddenly, he felt her whole body tremble slightly. The tremor was so subtle, like an electric current rolling through her fur and into his palm.

"Here," Xiaobai's voice lowered, the teasing from before gone, replaced by a slightly hoarse tone, "it's a bit sensitive."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't speak, but he softened his grip and slowly slid his fingertips along the side of her neck, as if to soothe her or to explore her.

Her breathing became heavier, and a very low vibration came from her chest. It wasn't a roar, but some kind of suppressed sob, muffled deep in her throat, not uttered.

He continued downwards, his hand going around her front leg and touching her side.

The hair there was thicker and denser, and his entire palm sank into it, as if he were probing into a warm white cloud.

She could feel his fingers gently tracing her ribs, through the fur, with just the right amount of pressure—not too strong, but enough to make a certain part of her body suddenly tighten.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she called him, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Um."

"Are you addicted to touching me, or do I just enjoy being touched by you?"

Jiang Xiaochuan paused.

He looked down at his hands, buried in the snow-white fur, as if they had been swallowed. He didn't answer, nor did he remove his hands.

He went around to her from behind.

Nine tails hung there, like nine silver waterfalls, swaying slightly. As he approached, the tails swayed more, and some moved aside, as if making way for him, or as if they were shy.

He reached out and gently touched the one closest to him.

The tail trembled violently, and the fur on the entire tail stood up, becoming more than twice its normal size. Xiaobai didn't make a sound, but he heard her breathing suddenly stop for a beat.

He touched it again, this time more gently, his fingertip tracing upwards from the tip of the tail, against the direction of the fur, inch by inch.

The tail trembled violently in his hand, but it didn't break free; it just remained taut, like a plucked string.

"Jiang Xiaochuan..." Xiaobai's voice came from the front, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth, "You did this on purpose."

He neither said yes nor no.

He just kept stroking the tail, his fingers sliding from the base to the tip, smoothing out the ruffled fur.

The tail softened in his palm and stopped trembling, only occasionally twitching involuntarily, like some kind of instinctive reaction that he couldn't suppress.

After touching one, he went to touch another.

This one was even more sensitive than the previous one. The moment his finger touched it, the entire tail retracted, curled into a small coil, and dodged him.

He caught up with it and gently grasped the middle of its tail. The tail struggled in his hand for a moment, then slowly relaxed, its tip unconsciously hooking his wrist.

He froze, looking down at the tip of the snow-white tail, which was wrapped around his wrist with a very light touch, like a tentative embrace.

He stood there, holding her tail in his hand, his wrist wrapped around the tip of her tail, his whole body surrounded by nine fluffy tails.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in those tails, fragmented and silvery, like standing in a gentle cloud.

"That's enough," Xiaobai said, her voice muffled, as if she had buried her face in something. "If you keep touching me, I'm going to lose my balance."

Jiang Xiaochuan released his grip.

He stepped out of the circle of her tail and walked back to her.

The enormous fox's head was lowered, its eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. She looked at him, and he looked at her, but neither of them spoke.

After a moment, the white light appeared again.

The light was softer and lighter than before, like a thin veil being removed from her body, sliding from her head to her feet. Her figure shrank and shrank in the white light, her fur disappeared, and her body was re-outlined as a human.

She stood there when the white light faded.

Completely naked.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked away. He had already seen it once before; it looked just like this when she transformed into human form at the Xuanhuo Altar.

Now... the spot where the Bloodthirsty Bead was pressed suddenly felt a dull ache.

Little White walked barefoot on the grass, step by step, toward him.

The moonlight shone on her, coating every inch of her figure with a pale silver glow.

She walked up to him, reached out, and gently pressed her hand against his chest.

"You touched my tail," she said.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"It's my turn to touch you."

Jiang Xiaochuan took half a step back: "What are you touching?"

"What do you think?" Xiaobai took half a step forward, reducing the distance between them to less than a foot again.

"In return, you massaged my back, and I massaged yours too, and you touched my tail."

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I have to touch you too."

"I don't have a tail."

"You have others."

Jiang Xiaochuan fell silent again.

"What?" Little White tilted her head and looked at him, "You can't touch your tail, but you can touch mine whenever you want?"

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth, then closed it again. He remembered how his hands had been buried in those tails and refused to come out. Knowing he was in the wrong, he finally managed to squeeze out, "...It's different."

He stopped speaking and didn't move.

Her hand slid down his chest, across his waist, across his lower abdomen, and then stopped.

Her fingers paused there, not moving immediately, just pausing, as if giving him time, or perhaps savoring the sudden tension in his body.

Then she moved.

Her hand grasped his, with a firm but not too strong grip, just like when he had touched her tail earlier—earnest, exploratory, and unhurried.

She could feel his pulse throbbing intensely in her palm, just like a normal person's, even hotter than a normal person's. She looked down at him, and the corners of her lips curved into a deeper smile.

Her hand moved up and down twice.

The movement was extremely natural, as if he were doing something very ordinary, even with a hint of nonchalance.

Just like when he casually stroked her tail earlier.

The thumb lightly scrapes across the tip, the fingertip slides down the side, and then pulls back, with just the right amount of force, neither too fast nor too slow.

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened abruptly.

His knees bent slightly, and he sank half an inch, but he managed to hold on.

He couldn't tell whether his hand involuntarily gripped her shoulder to push her away or to use it for support.

A strange, out-of-control feeling surged up from the depths of his body, like being struck in the spine by lightning.

"Xiaobai." His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, hoarse and unlike his own.

Xiao Bai stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

His face turned bright red, burning from his ears all the way down to his neck, and even his chest was flushed.

His eyes were filled with panic and restraint, a stark contrast to the calm man who had just touched her tail.

She laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Xiaochuan gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and dared not look at her.

"Sorry for what?" Xiaobai asked with a smile.

"It..." he could barely finish his sentence, "It doesn't listen to me."

Xiao Bai paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

She laughed so hard she bent over, her two full, soft, white breasts swaying like magnolias in the wind, their whiteness dazzling in the moonlight.

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his face away even more.

Xiao Bai finished laughing, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up straight, and looked at his awkward appearance with eyes full of joy and mischief.

"Jiang Xiaochuan."

She reached out and touched his burning red earlobe with her fingertips, her voice soft and gentle, as if she were coaxing a child who had done something wrong.

"You can be really cute sometimes."

……

He was awakened by birdsong in the early morning.

I opened my eyes. The sky was just beginning to lighten, a pale gray-blue. The spring was still steaming, and white mist was billowing around. Little White wasn't beside me, and the blanket was empty.

He sat up and looked around. Xiaobai was not far away, standing on a large rock with his back to him, facing east.

She wore that indigo dress, her hair was tied up with a hairpin, and her slender figure looked like a silhouette in the morning light.

He got up, walked over, and stood beside her.

Xiao Bai didn't turn around, only saying, "We'll be out soon."

Jiang Xiaochuan followed her gaze.

In the eastern sky, a touch of gold shines through the gray-blue, and gradually, the gold edge expands, dyeing the clouds red. The clouds are pale purple, edged with gold, layer upon layer.

Suddenly, a golden ray pierced through the clouds, revealing a sliver of the sun—red, bright, but not blinding.

Then, it jumped out, round and red, hanging in the sky.

Suddenly, the world brightened up, and the mountains, trees, and springs were all gilded with gold. The mist rose and changed in the golden light, as if it were alive.

Little White watched quietly, its eyes reflecting the rising sun, shining incredibly brightly.

Her face shone with a soft, warm light. As the wind blew, her hair fluttered slightly, and the red eyes on the hairpin seemed to glow as well.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at her profile for a long time before looking away and turning his gaze to the rising sun.

"Is it pretty?" Xiaobai asked.

"nice."

"For three hundred years at the Xuanhuo Altar, I thought every day that if I could see the sunrise again, it would be worth dying for." Xiaobai's voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself. "Now that I've seen it, I feel that it's really good to be alive."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't speak, he just looked at the rising sun.

The sun had fully risen, the golden-red had faded and turned into a dazzling golden-white, the sky had turned blue, the clouds had turned white, and the birdsong had become more frequent.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," Xiaobai called to him.

"Um."

"Thank you," she said, turning to look at him, her eyes shining with light, moisture, and a smile. "Thank you for taking me to see the sunrise."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her for a long time before saying, "You're welcome."

Xiaobai smiled, reached out, and took his hand. His hand was warm, while hers was cold. She held it tightly, as if afraid he would pull it away.

But he didn't pull away; he just gripped it tightly.