An Yang lay in bed, and the bedding was unusually warm.
He opened his eyes and turned his head helplessly. Met by the sight of the rabbit demon's breathtaking face wide awake right beside his pillow, he couldn't help sighing.
The rabbit demon lay sideways beside him, staring at him without blinking, looking well-behaved. Obviously, she had changed back from her original form into a human shape, but she lacked Huang Lan's ability to conjure clothes out of thin air.
Her posture was practically snuggled against An Yang, their warm bodies pressed together. Except for her head not resting on An Yang's chest, the two of them completely resembled a couple leaning on each other during post-nut clarity. Yet early in the morning they hadn't done a thing, and An Yang felt none of that tranquil, desireless state; on the contrary, he was full of suppressed anger.
Seeing that he was already awake, the rabbit demon hugged him a bit tighter and took the initiative to press upward, pressing her cheek against his neck.
An Yang felt her hot and exquisite body, felt her body temperature, her bare, delicate, smooth skin, and the tingling, tickling breath she blew onto his neck, causing the anger in his body to start churning and rolling.
Yet now was clearly not the time for him to act recklessly.
Crouched squarely on his chest was a cat-shaped fierce tiger, who was still unconsciously swishing her tail left and right against his belly in her sleep. On the other side curled a fluffy little fox. Judging by the little fox's diligence, she had probably woken up long ago, only staying put because she slept close to him and feared disturbing him, which was why she hadn't crawled out from under the covers. But if he made