"I was wearing a mask." With Shen Yuan still distracted, his tails wrap closer and tighter around gege's waist, instinctively seeking comfort from the one person in this conversation who still has his head screwed on straight (this is called dramatic irony). "I remember buying it and putting it on, just before we met up. Maybe it was enchanted...?"

Despite -- or no doubt because of -- the fact that he's apparently been tricked into putting on an enchanted mask and transforming into a fox spirit, Shen Yuan doesn't seem especially upset by these revelations. Surprised and confused, sure, but not upset. It is, after all, a festival mask, and he's still in the company of his new, dear friend. Shen Yuan smiles slowly, turning bashful, while his tails (seemingly still without his conscious knowledge) let go of Jin-gege's waist and fan out behind him, like a reverse fan. Displaying rather than hiding his face.

"I'm troubling gege," he says sadly. And teasingly. He contains multitudes.