How the Hell is This Played

Su Jiu'er looked at the wooden puppet in front of her, her eyes filled with surprise, which soon turned into joy. She extended her two furry little paws and hugged the wooden puppet – a lifelike carving of her true form, a small fox.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, indicating that it had been carved with great care.

"Waking up and immediately hugging your own wooden puppet. Are foxes all this narcissistic?" Xu Yan watched Su Jiu'er embracing the small wooden fox and commented.

He had a strange feeling, as if this little fox could understand what he was saying. Consequently, he often unconsciously spoke to the little fox.

Hearing Xu Yan's words, Su Jiu'er glared fiercely at him, then took a few sips of water, feeling much better.

Recalling the potency of the True Spring wine, she shuddered. Just tasting a bit with her tongue had led to her getting completely drunk.