So It Turns Out You’re a Fox Spirit (GL) - Chapter 7

In less than ten minutes, Gu Jiejun’s car arrived at Fu Jin’s residence.

Fu Jin had left in a hurry, wearing only a long cardigan over a black tank top and jeans, her low ponytail loosely tied. Naturally, she hadn’t had time to put on any makeup. The night air was chilly, and she tightened her cardigan around herself, feeling slightly warmer.

Honestly, it was the first time Gu Jiejun had seen this delicate, approachable side of Fu Jin—so fresh and natural, without the usual distance she normally projected.

“The number you dialed is switched off…”

Fu Jin tried calling three times in a row, but Le Xiaoyao’s phone was completely off. “Could something have happened?” she murmured, gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles whitened.

Seeing her concern, Gu Jiejun comforted her. “Don’t worry too much. That bar is nearby… she’s probably just drunk and hasn’t answered her phone yet.”

Fu Jin stared out the window, the neon lights of the city flickering past. Five years ago, she didn’t drink alcohol; now, she still didn’t. If she couldn’t drink, why insist on going alone?

Meanwhile, at the bar.

Le Xiaoyao kept bragging that her phone was waterproof. The bartender tried to stop her, but splash! she submerged her phone in a cup of alcohol… and then… nothing else happened.

Though she got drunk quickly, Le Xiaoyao’s drinking manners were decent. Once drunk, she would just lie down and sleep, occasionally mumbling nonsense. A drunk Le Xiaoyao was like a little hedgehog stripped of its spikes—just a soft little bundle.

Fu Jin immediately spotted Le Xiaoyao slumped over the bar and hurried over.

“…Miss, are you…?”

“I’m her friend. She called me to come over,” Fu Jin explained while gently shaking the slumped figure.

“小Yao? Wake up… wake up~”

“Huh?” Le Xiaoyao lifted her head, vision blurred. Mistaking Fu Jin for Huang Chenchen, she grabbed her cup again, wobbling, “Drink… drink…”

Fu Jin snatched the cup away, steadied her, and scolded, “Stop drinking… you’re already drunk!”

Gu Jiejun stepped forward to help. “Xiao Jin, let’s take her home first.”

But Le Xiaoyao was far from cooperative—soft and floppy like a puddle. Gu Jiejun had no choice but to squat down and carry her. Pulling her hair, slapping his face—he endured it all, after all, she was Fu Jin’s old classmate, and they seemed to have a decent friendship.

“Eric, just hold on… sorry about this…” Fu Jin reached for Le Xiaoyao’s flailing hands, trying to prevent her from pulling Gu Jiejun’s hair.

Poor Mr. Gu gritted his teeth in pain. After much effort, he managed to get her into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat to recover. “Phew~ your classmate’s strength is unbelievable…”

Fu Jin accompanied Le Xiaoyao in the back seat. Once she was seated, Le Xiaoyao quieted down somewhat, leaning back and dozing off.

“Hmm… hot…”

Having drunk a lot and been tossed around, tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She fumbled to undo the buttons of her shirt—one, two, nearly three—before Fu Jin grabbed her hands and carefully fastened the buttons again.

The confined space grew warm and stifling with Le Xiaoyao’s murmurs, which gradually turned into something… suggestive. With Gu Jiejun still in the car, Fu Jin felt a bit awkward and wanted to cover her mouth to silence her.

Seeing her frown, flushed and uncomfortable, Fu Jin worried about the stuffy car and rolled down the window a bit. The cold wind rushed in, making her shiver.

Gu Jiejun, shocked by Le Xiaoyao’s boldness, quickly averted his gaze. Then he heard her faint moans and felt even more awkward, hastily trying to distract himself. “…Ahem… by the way, where does she live?”

Fu Jin had no idea. Le Xiaoyao slept soundly, ignoring any calls, and with her phone broken, who could they contact?

Feeling a headache coming on, Fu Jin rubbed her forehead and reluctantly told Gu Jiejun, “I don’t know where she lives… maybe… she can stay at my place…”

Gu Jiejun couldn’t believe it. Fu Jin was willing to take a drunk person to her apartment?

“Isn’t that… inappropriate? Her family might worry. And you don’t have room to stay, and you can’t take care of her alone…” He glanced in the rearview mirror at the slumped Le Xiaoyao, who had earlier been a little tyrant at the bar. He worried Fu Jin couldn’t handle her, and what if she got hurt? His feelings for Le Xiaoyao had just dropped to negative points.

“She can’t contact anyone, and I can’t just leave her like this…” Fu Jin said firmly. “I’d be worried.”

‘I’d be worried too…’ Gu Jiejun questioned whether his ears were working correctly. This was the Fu Jin he knew? In all the years he’d known her, she’d never been this proactively concerned for anyone. Who exactly was this old classmate? If their friendship wasn’t deep, why such care?

Since Fu Jin insisted, Gu Jiejun started the car.

The car moved slowly, then picked up speed. Le Xiaoyao wobbled, having no support, hitting her head against the window several times in her sleep, letting out soft gasps each time.

Fu Jin cupped her head several times to steady it, but she still swayed, her head repeatedly bumping the glass, crying out in pain.

“If she hits her head again, she’ll get a concussion…” Fu Jin leaned closer, resting Le Xiaoyao’s head gently on her shoulder.

Le Xiaoyao’s face was flushed and hot.

Fu Jin, wearing only a tank top, felt the chill from the open window. She realized every time she was around Le Xiaoyao, she seemed to catch a cold!

Le Xiaoyao’s hand slid over Fu Jin’s skin; the cool touch felt comforting. She grabbed Fu Jin’s right hand, pressing it to her left cheek. Her right cheek, previously against Fu Jin’s shoulder, nuzzled closer to the slight chill of her neck.

Fu Jin was momentarily flustered by the intimate pose: warm and cool skin in contact. Le Xiaoyao’s right arm snaked behind Fu Jin’s back, clutching her waist tightly.

Gu Jiejun glimpsed the scene and felt a jumble of emotions—fascinated by Fu Jin’s gentle side, jealous and exasperated at the drunk girl’s boldness. If Le Xiaoyao were male, he would have thrown her out immediately.

Le Xiaoyao’s heat made Fu Jin’s mouth dry. She glanced down at her long curled eyelashes and pouty lips—childlike and innocent. She rubbed Fu Jin’s hand against her face, seeking relief from the heat. Her delicate skin slid across Fu Jin’s palm. Fu Jin couldn’t deny that Le Xiaoyao’s skin was well cared for…

“Can’t you behave?” Fu Jin scolded silently. The contact made her uneasy, but she kept herself upright, stiff as a board, her back aching. Then Le Xiaoyao tilted her head so her warm lips brushed against Fu Jin’s palm…

“Fu Jin…” Le Xiaoyao whispered softly into her ear. Fu Jin felt heat rise to her cheeks, but maintained her posture, feigning composure. Gu Jiejun seemed to notice, asking, “Xiao Jin… you okay?”

“Ah?” Fu Jin replied seriously. “I’m fine.”

Le Xiaoyao grew even bolder, clinging like a koala, completely unrestrained. Ten minutes in the car felt longer than ten hours for Fu Jin… When they got out, her legs felt weak from holding Le Xiaoyao’s weight.

It took considerable effort to lift her out of the car. Le Xiaoyao clung to Fu Jin, refusing to let go. Gu Jiejun couldn’t assist, and after much pulling and tugging, they finally reached the elevator.

“Eric… you… you go ahead!” Le Xiaoyao wrapped her arms around Fu Jin’s neck, head on her shoulder, leaning entirely on her. She struggled to breathe, turning to Gu Jiejun. “Thanks so much for today… get some rest…”

Gu Jiejun wanted to help but didn’t know how. “I’ll take you upstairs…”

Ding! The elevator arrived.

“…No need. Thanks again for today.”

Fu Jin refused repeatedly. Gu Jiejun realized she didn’t want him to come up, and respected her wishes, reasoning it was a single woman’s apartment—some things might be inconvenient.

Finally, they reached the 23rd floor.

Fu Jin was exhausted, wanting only a shower; she was sticky with a thin layer of sweat. But with Le Xiaoyao pressed against her, she couldn’t even get her keys. She edged toward the wall, letting Le Xiaoyao lean on it like a little gecko sticking to a cold surface.

Although the wall was cold and uncomfortable, Le Xiaoyao squinted and staggered toward a dark shape…

Fu Jin opened the door and inserted her key when someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind—extremely gentle.

Le Xiaoyao rested her head on Fu Jin’s shoulder, her warm breath brushing against her ear. After the car ordeal, she’d endured enough; the heat made her tremble slightly.

“Fu Jin…”

Why now call her name again? Fu Jin’s mind went blank. She spun around, pushing Le Xiaoyao into the room and closing the door with a bang.

The room was dark. In the entryway, she pinned Le Xiaoyao against the wall, noses nearly touching. Le Xiaoyao lazily turned, still pressed to the wall, leaving only her back exposed.

Surrounded by darkness and only the sound of rapid breathing, Fu Jin whispered, “Le Xiaoyao… if you keep this up, I really won’t be able to hold back…” She hugged her from behind, face pressed to her back, voice low and husky…