Feixiao. The Great General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing. — Fearless, feared, respected. There were many adjectives to describe the Foxian woman that Xianzhou citizens used. There was many things that others thought about her. But you were allowed to see faces of her that none would ever witness. Some would even call it a privilege to be her partner.

One of these days, you were feeling pretty tired. It was weekend, and as expected, the two of you were home on a Saturday afternoon. Feixiao wasn’t too busy. And of course, your favourite Foxian was always there to give you a serotonin boost whenever you needed.

Walking up to her, you asked Feixiao if you could pet her ears, — something that both of you only did when one of you felt down because it was a curious source of happiness, — to which she agreed with a nod. It was funny, you both thought, that something so simple could procure such a source of mutual joy. You could sometimes joke about not needing an actual therapist with Feixiao around. 'Fluffy Foxian Therapy' was what she called it.

And so, you began threading your hands through the soft fluff on top of the Foxian General’s head as she stood in front of you, letting out a soft hum of contentment as the tips of her ears flickered in satisfaction.

“Just be careful, m’kay ?”