Su Qinglan felt like she wanted to melt into the floor. Her fox ears and tail were like a mirror to her heart, reflecting every hidden desire she was trying so hard to suppress.
No matter how much she tried to stay calm, her tail kept swinging back and forth with a mind of its own, hitting the furs of the bed with a soft swish-swish.
In front of Rong Ye's intense, burning gaze, her fluffy ears even trembled. They shrunk back against her head, appearing small and shy, as if they were trying to hide from him even more than she was.
Rong Ye couldn't help but let out a low, husky chuckle. He finally dropped the act of the "gentlemanly husband."
He reached out, his long, elegant fingers stretching toward her. When he finally touched the base of her ear, stroking the soft fur upward, a deep, shaky sigh escaped Su Qinglan's lips.
