“Can I touch your tail?”
Twenty years ago, I used that same pitiful act to lure a snow fox into a cage and sell him to people from a zoo.
Twenty years later, I was on a blind date when a beautiful silver-haired youth sat down beside me, gently linked his arm through mine, and pouted.
“Honey, why are you going on blind dates behind my back?
Don’t you like me anymore?”
A cup of coffee hit me in the face.
The woman opposite knocked her chair aside and stormed out.
“Gay men who trick women into marrying them can go to hell!”
I wiped the coffee off my face and turned to him.
“Who are you?”
The silver-haired youth had already resumed his icy aloofness.
He sneered.
“The Fox King.
Here for revenge.”