My love game is too abstract

The art student, having collected the bottles, dragged the bag to the bar and handed it to Hans, the owner.

"That's a good story you've spun," Hans said.

"Thanks. Could I trouble you for five white breads?" the art student muttered.

"These will only get you three white breads," Hans said after counting.

"What? I can get five in the city!" the art student exclaimed.

"Then go exchange them in the city," Hans said, showing no sympathy.

"Tch." The art student snatched the bag back, picked up a dirty bag next to the bar, and was about to leave.

"Hey," Yarrow called out to him.

"What?" He turned his head.

"Uh, do you, uh, have any paintings with you? I'd like to see them." Yarrow suddenly became interested in this person and wanted to see what kind of paintings he created.

"Really? You're interested in seeing my paintings?" He looked excited and quickly took out a stack of drawing paper from his bag, handing it to Yarrow.

Yarrow flipped through them, his eyes widening.

"Holy crap, these are all anime-style!" he exclaimed in shock.

And they were all drawings of flat-chested beauties.

"Haha, you noticed it too, huh? Actually, this is a new painting style I created, but unfortunately, no one recognizes me. They all say I'm defiling the great art world and want to expel me," the art student said with a sigh.

"I'm telling you, you should go find a job. Wouldn't a stable job be better than this?" Hans couldn't help but say from the side.

"Don't underestimate me. I have a proper job too, and it's in a duke's mansion, where I can earn money just by lying down every day," the art student said disdainfully.

"Really? What do you do there?"

"I'm a doormat at the entrance."

"That really is earning money by lying down," Hans chuckled.

Yarrow finished flipping through the stack of paintings and said to him, "I'll buy all of these. How much do you want?"

"You want to buy my paintings?" The art student's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Could it be that you're also into flat chests?"

"Ah, no, I like big ones. I just think these are pretty good," Yarrow said.

"Okay," the art student said, dejectedly lowering his head.

"Uh, just give me one Sickle, or if you think it's too expensive—"

Before he could offer to lower the price, Yarrow had already taken out two Sickles and handed them to him.

The other party's tears were about to fall. He grabbed Yarrow's hand and said excitedly, "Thank you so much! If, if you need a doormat at home—"

"I don't need one," Yarrow immediately refused.

He shook the paintings in his hand and said to him in a low voice, "Uh, can I ask, do you have any paintings that are, like, a bit more revealing?"

The art student shook his head: "No, I'm a proper artist, I don't do that kind of stuff."

"Okay."

"But then again..." He changed the subject, "Some things can't be said too definitively, right? If you're willing to come to my house, then I'm willing to show you more things."

"Then where is your house?" Yarrow asked.

The art student wrote a note and handed it to him.

"What's this?" Yarrow asked, puzzled.

"My address."

"But it only has a drawing of a penguin and a string of numbers: 761306682?" Yarrow looked at him in confusion.

"That's right, that's my address," the art student nodded, then dejectedly lowered his head again: "Although, although my house is broken and small, with nothing but bare walls, and I'm all alone, but, but if you're willing to come, I'll definitely clean up and welcome you, so, so... you'll come, right?"

He looked at Yarrow with a hopeful expression.

"I'll come..." Yarrow had no choice but to say.

A happy smile appeared on the other party's face, and he even shed tears.

"That's great! Finally, someone can understand me! Although, although I know this is just a dream, I'm still so happy," he said while wiping away his tears.

"Dream? You're not dreaming," Yarrow said.

"No, you're dreaming,"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be dreaming?" Yarrow was a little confused, wondering if there was something wrong with this person.

"If it's not a dream, then how do you explain that squash?" He pointed behind Yarrow.

Yarrow turned his head and saw that Hans, the owner behind the bar, had turned into an old, decrepit squash, glaring at him and coldly snorting before leaping up and pressing down on him.

"Holy crap!"

Yarrow suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom.

His chest heaved as he gasped for breath.

Only then did he remember that he had been translating that secret technique until late at night and was too tired to continue, so he returned to his room to sleep for a while.

"What the hell kind of dream did I have?" he said, covering his face.

But when he raised his hand, he saw the string of numbers from the dream written on his palm.

"How unlucky," he said, rubbing the numbers off with force.

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Then he turned over and hugged the furry tail beside him, intending to continue sleeping.

"Hmm, what a warm tail..."

Then Yarrow suddenly opened his eyes again.

"Wait, where did this tail come from?"

"Woof!"

From between the furry tail, a pair of fox ears popped out, and then Peach Fox's delicate and beautiful face also lifted up, her pair of large purple eyes blinking as she looked at him.

They stared at each other for at least five seconds before Yarrow suddenly jumped up from the bed.

"Peach Fox! Why are you in my bed!"

"Shh!"

Peach Fox quickly pulled him back onto the bed and then pulled the blanket over their heads.

Peach Fox leaned close to him, their noses almost touching.

She frowned tightly, her pair of purple eyes particularly alert, and extended a slender white finger, placing it on Yarrow's lips, then lowered her voice:

"Don't go out, there's demonic energy!"

"Haha?"

Yarrow looked at the fox-eared girl's eyes close at hand, her sweet and seductive aroma particularly strong in this stuffy blanket.

"Where did the demonic energy come from?" he said, stunned.

If we're talking about demons, isn't there already a fox demon in this blanket?

Peach Fox finally moved away a little, her expression still very wary:

"I got up in the middle of the night just now, and when I was walking in the corridor, a gust of demonic wind suddenly blew in. I could clearly feel that something unclean had entered this house!"

Yarrow's expression changed: "Burglary?"

"No, not a living person!" Peach Fox said firmly.

"It must be an evil spirit, lingering here, wanting to steal people's vitality."

Yarrow was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Then why did you come to my bed?"

"Because you have the strongest yang energy in this house. Just now, I came face to face with that evil spirit, and I must have been tainted with yin energy, so I wanted to come and have you help me ward off the evil."

"How long will that take?"

Peach Fox thought for a moment: "Until dawn, I don't dare to leave the blanket now."

Yarrow sighed helplessly, turned over, and crawled out of the blanket: "If you don't mind, just sleep here."

This whole thing in the middle of the night almost scared him to death.

Although he looks like nothing happened on the surface, his heart is still beating non-stop.

The smell on this little fox is too seductive, just smelling it makes his body hot, his blood boiling, and his spirit high.

Speaking of which, in Eastern folklore, fox spirits mostly exist to seduce men and absorb their essence, which is a bit similar to the succubi in Western legends.

Which means...

Peach Fox is actually a succubus?