After only a moment of silence, he forcefully yanked the blanket off, revealing Little Fox with bright eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a rosy complexion looking over instantly.
His eyes widened, glistening with tears, his thin lips parted slightly, tinged with a soft panting breath...
Bang, bang, bang...
Song Yanqing stared at the Little Fox for a while before realizing that something was wrong with him. He reached out and touched the Little Fox's forehead, which was burning hot.
" Little Fox, do you have a fever?"
All romantic thoughts vanished at that moment. He picked up the Little Fox and hugged her tightly. The little girl in his arms was like a small furnace, and he was a little worried.
Can you take fever-reducing medicine?
" Song Yanqing, I'm so hungry..."
The Little Fox felt even hungrier when it saw Song Yanqing, and its head was spinning. Now that it was being held and its body was pressed against Song Yanqing, its head was spinning even more.
He didn't quite catch what he was saying, but he felt his lips moving, and they looked soft and delicious. He was so hungry... Song Yanqing smelled so good...
Upon hearing the Little Fox's voice, Song Yanqing looked down at him, but before he could ask him anything, he was pulled close and kissed on the lips.
He froze for a moment, his heart pounding, his pupils trembling. He grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled away, then looked at him, his voice trembling.
" Little Fox, do you know what you're doing?"
In response to Song Yanqing, the Little Fox nuzzled over and kissed his lips again. He felt weak and hot all over, not like a normal fever, but more like...
Song Yanqing thought of what Yi Shuang had said about the mating season of the Qingqiu fox clan, and then he thought of the Fox Token the Little Fox had given him. In an instant, he realized that the Little Fox had entered its mating season.
Song Yanqing's ears turned red instantly, but this time he didn't stop the Little Fox. In fact, he took the initiative in an instant. The Little Fox lay on the bed, sticking to him and demanding more.
The first intimate kiss is always a bit awkward, but men seem to have a knack for it, mastering the technique in no time...
"Ugh~ tail... I can't touch the tail..."
The Little Fox was touched at the base of its tail during the kiss, and a tingling sensation instantly spread from the base of its tail to its limbs and bones, making half of its body numb. A soft, sweet sound uncontrollably escaped from its throat, making Song Yanqing's scalp tingle.
"Okay... I won't touch the tail." Song Yanqing wrapped his arms around the Little Fox's waist, turned him over so his back was to him, took a deep breath, still unable to calm his breathing, " Little Fox, tuck your tail in..."
"Waaah... I can't take it back... It's so numb..."
The Little Fox, amused, stuck out its tail and ears, whimpering and crying, begging Song Yanqing not to touch its tail. For some reason, it couldn't pull it back, and could only helplessly cling to the man and cry.
"It's okay... don't worry, it'll be over soon."
Song Yanqing, unable to bear the nagging any longer, stopped dwelling on the chin issue, but became even more careful in his movements, afraid of hurting him. The Little Fox clutched his pillow, his eyes brimming with tears...
The sky outside the window grew darker, but the food on the dining table remained untouched, and the soft, melodious Wu dialect continued to fill the bedroom for a long time without stopping.
The sounds from the bedroom only subsided as the darkness of night was gradually replaced by the light of dawn. A short while later, Song Yanqing came out of the bedroom, ate a few bites of the cold food, and then asked Zhou Lin and Zheng Fengyue for three days off.
The Little Fox's first heat cycle was uncertain, so three days off should be enough. At this hour, everyone in the club was still asleep, and he hadn't received any response.
He put the food away in the refrigerator, took a quick shower, and went back to his bedroom to take a nap. Even if he had a lot of energy, he was still a normal person who needed rest.
The Little Fox's heat lasted until the afternoon of the second day before gradually subsiding. During these two days, he was in a daze. Whenever he felt hungry, he would wake up Song Yanqing, who was sleeping next to him, by nibbling at him. After getting what he wanted, he would eat and drink his fill and then go to sleep. Although his mind was still foggy, his body felt comfortable.
On the morning of the third day, the Little Fox finally woke up from his dazed state. He opened his eyes, saw the familiar bedroom, and couldn't help but smack his lips twice.
He stared blankly for a moment before realizing that the hardness on his cheek was uncomfortable. Turning his head, he saw that he was resting his head on a hard pectoral muscle, his other hand touching the other side of the person's arm, which was covered in ambiguous bruises. Looking further up, he realized that the owner of the pectoral muscle was none other than Song Yanqing.
Boom--
Shang Shujue felt as if something had exploded in his head. Those ambiguous and lingering memories surged towards him like a tidal wave. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and his whole body was tinged with a faint pink.
"Gurgle..."
The rumbling in his stomach instantly shattered the erotic images in Shang Shujue's mind. He became listless; he was genuinely hungry, physically hungry, not sexually hungry.
Shang Shujue glanced at the sleeping Song Yanqing, then looked at her own stomach. Between waking Song Yanqing up to cook and going out to find something to eat herself, she chose the latter.
"What's wrong?" Shang Shujue had barely moved when Song Yanqing pulled him back into his arms, his chin resting on Shang Shujue's shoulder, his voice hoarse, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Shang Shujue didn't struggle when Song Yanqing hugged her. They had already done that kind of thing, so they were partners. What was wrong with being hugged by a partner? Besides, Song Yanqing was sober, so she asked him to cook something delicious for her, and she acted coquettishly.
" Song Yanqing, I'm hungry..."
"... good."
Upon hearing Shang Shujue's words, Song Yanqing instantly snapped out of his drowsy state. He whispered his agreement, then turned over and kissed Shang's lips...
Shang Shujue's eyes widened, realizing that Song Yanqing had misunderstood, but she didn't have time to think about anything else.
Song Yanqing's kisses felt incredibly good. After he hugged the other's neck, he reflexively wrapped his arms around his waist. After two days, they were perfectly in sync.
So, Shang Shujue was hungry, was fed again on an empty stomach, and then taken to the bathroom to take a bath.
"Your body isn't hot anymore, you should be fine. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
Song Yanqing wrapped the person in pajamas and carried him back. Seeing that he was still looking around with his beautiful eyes open, showing no sign of wanting to sleep, he rubbed his head and asked him.
"I'm hungry! I want something to eat. You make something, I'll wait for you."
Shang Shujue's eyes lit up when she heard there was food, and she couldn't wait for the other person to go and eat. Seeing this, Song Yanqing paused for a moment and nodded.
Before leaving, Song Yanqing pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Seeing that he still hadn't left, Shang Shujue grabbed his collar, "What are you doing? Hurry up and go."
"... good."
Song Yanqing still didn't say anything and went out to cook. Shang Shujue snuggled in bed, extremely happy.