Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 589 - 587: Can’t Take It, But Still Holding On

"I was tired from playing and fell asleep, what's up?"

Ansheng sneakily darted into the bushes, pretending he had just woken up there, poking his head out and responding to Ah Qing, who was shouting.

"Why are you hiding here to sleep, and how could I have made a mess in my pants?"

Ah Qing rolled her eyes dramatically, reached out her hands to grab the fox's paws, pulling him out of the bush, brushes off the leaves stuck to his fluffy fur and asked Ansheng with a hint of doubt: "Are you... gaining weight?"

Ah Qing looked at Ansheng suspiciously; the entire fox had become extra fluffy, like a giant piece of toast.

When he left the breakfast shop in the morning, he wasn't this fluffy, nor was he dirty.

"Foxes are known for being hollow, like cats." Ansheng retorted unhappily.

"Uh..."

Ah Qing weighed the fox in her hands a couple of times, feeling that the weight didn't seem to have changed, only his volume had slightly increased, causing a visual illusion of weight gain.

"Actually, a bit of chubbiness is quite good..." muttered Ah Qing, "But let's talk about extra meals when it's time to eat!"

"Just now, one of our viewers ran into Steel Park and sent us virtual gifts, essentially asking us to help with a little issue..."

Ah Qing picked up the little fox, heading back while she narrated what had happened.

The viewers in the livestream chat went wild; from online, they brought along a Tibetan Mastiff and wanted Ah Qing to help correct their dog's bad habit.

But pets aren't like the wild kind.

Pets, when encountering issues, naturally push their owners to the forefront, hiding behind them, letting their owners take the lead in battles.

Ah Qing tried to reason with the Tibetan Mastiff.

But the hundred-pound Tibetan Mastiff whimpered dejectedly, jumping around, rushing into its owner's arms, rubbing its head vigorously against him, still whimpering.

'Whimper... Master, look at her! She's telling me to grow up! She wants to cook me in a pressure cooker!'

'Master~ say something!'

'Gigi feels very wronged...'

Luo Hao, the dog's owner, was completely drained, staring blankly, holding the dog in a princess carry.

The Tibetan Mastiff was extremely clingy, and whenever Ah Qing tried to reason, it wouldn't listen, jumping back into its owner's arms and whimpering there.

Luo Hao was doubly drained.

Ah Qing urgently summoned the little fox, intending to ask Xiaolan if there was any way to reason with them.

"How... how could such absurd things happen? A hundred-pound pup performing a mountain tackle causes such a psychological shadow for pet owners?"

Ansheng, hearing Ah Qing's explanation, gasped in amazement, glancing toward the park plaza, showing pure curiosity.

Under Ah Qing's lead, Ansheng quickly arrived at the scene beside a flower bed under a big tree. In front of Momo, there was a livestream tripod, with Ah Qing's streaming phone mounted on it.

Momo, Tang You, and Lingren, sitting on the flower bed, were holding snacks, leading the livestream viewers in watching the spectacle, delighting in Luo Hao's complaints.

And the clingy Tibetan Mastiff owner Luo Hao also became visible to Ansheng.

Standing about 1.8 meters tall, Luo Hao wasn't especially hefty, possessing an evenly proportioned physique, yet his arms were muscular like someone who often trains their biceps.

A Tibetan Mastiff, reaching the height of an adult male's thigh, stood behind Luo Hao's legs, its expression showing grievance.

The grief it displayed wasn't metaphorical; it was visible to the naked eye, with its features scrunched together.

The Tibetan Mastiff, upon seeing Ah Qing return, whimpered, jumping onto Luo Hao's back, its claws tightly holding onto its owner's shoulders, burying its head behind his.

'She's back again...'

'Master say something about her. She's so mean!'

Witnessing this scene, both Ansheng and Ah Qing, Momo, the three, alongside the livestream viewers, simultaneously wore expressions of disbelief, staring bewilderedly.

"Can't... can't hold it anymore!"

With a red face, Luo Hao hunched his back, his arms firmly supporting his legs, said: "Da Ji doesn't seem to realize she isn't a small puppy anymore; she's now a hundred and thirty-pound big dog!"

"Please help me a bit, my old back is really about to break..."

"Coming!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Qing rushed forward, but the Tibetan Mastiff, seeing Ah Qing approach, nervously squirmed around, which nearly caused Luo Hao to fall backwards.

"No, no, no... I feel like I can still hold on, please don't come close for now."

Noticing the Tibetan Mastiff's struggle, Luo Hao hurriedly lifted his hand, stopping Ah Qing from approaching, before sprawling on the ground in apparent resignation, speaking with a heavy tone:

"Now I'm holding on..."

"For Da Ji's bad habit correction does depend on you guys. But her habit of crashing into my crotch isn't something I can take..."

Luo Hao revealed an aspect Ah Qing hadn't mentioned to Ansheng earlier.

Besides loving to cuddle, the Tibetan Mastiff also had a habit of raising its head and hitting its owner in the crotch.

The terror of a hundred and thirty-pound heavy dog hit doesn't need a running start in the crotch; merely lifting its head and crashing into the crotch can be fatal.

Furthermore.

She doesn't just enjoy hitting; she also likes to playfully nibble.

It's not painful but quite startling.

"Buddy, maybe you should take the missus home; in a few years, she might turn into a spirit creature and repay your kindness." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Ansheng turned his head, sidelong glancing at the Tibetan Mastiff's gender, gleefully teasing.

Judging by the Tibetan Mastiff's human-like nature, while she wasn't a Spirit Beast, her intelligence seemed far superior to ordinary dogs.

If Ah Bai were brought in to apply [wolf pack] traits, the Tibetan Mastiff might be capable of reading.

"Ah Qing, what did the little fox say?" Momo asked curiously upon witnessing the little fox interject upon Ah Qing's shoulder, looking purely interested before letting out a series of amused noises, curious what he said.

"Uh..."

"Xiaolan said they should live happily ever after..." Ah Qing awkwardly translated to Momo.

"6..." Momo remarked, flashing a thumbs-up.

The livestream chat burst with comments, leaving Luo Hao lying on the ground speechless.

Ah Qing placed the little fox on the ground, saying, "When you approach to advise, don't get too close. If the dog is big, a single paw could squash you flat, understand?"

"Tweety tweety~"

Ansheng acknowledged, indicating Ah Qing needn't worry about his safety; if a Tibetan Mastiff tried to crush him, he'd turn it into a bowling ball.

Ansheng walked forward, teasingly looking at the Tibetan Mastiff, asking:

"What's up, sister, do you plan to flatten your poop-scooper into a small biscuit, make him a husband cake?"

"Woof..." the Tibetan Mastiff hesitated, looking at her owner who was squashed under her.

She thought briefly, seemingly having a revelation, as an exclamation mark appeared above her head. She promptly stood up, then crawled under her owner's belly, letting him press against her back while issuing whiny noises:

"Master! Look!"

"There's another one bullying me!"

"Whew..."

Lying atop the Tibetan Mastiff's back, Luo Hao felt his lungs expanding, exhaling a deep breath: "You all come on now! This time, I can truly handle it!"