All My Colleagues Are Animals 90

Chapter 90

The hot water was drawn, and the bathroom was filled with swirling steam.

Pei the Little Able Cat clung to the edge of the bathtub with both furry paws, her eyes fixed on Ye Qingyu.

The young woman’s dark brows and bright eyes were as clear as jade, and she looked so gentle she was completely non-aggressive.

Just wearing simple loungewear, her figure was as graceful as a painting.

Her slender neck, her delicate collarbone, her beautiful, undulating lines…

The epitome of softness and beauty, yet not without a certain resilient vitality—

In her unintentional movements, her slender arms would faintly reveal smooth lines of muscle, firm and eye-catching.

Her abdomen even had beautiful “red panda lines,” sketching out a vibrant beauty.

Everything about this human was just right, perfectly formed on the very tip of the little red panda’s heart.

Pei the Little Able Cat unconsciously found her breathing quickening, her pink tongue lightly licking her itchy canine teeth.

Summer had arrived, but she felt as if a spring rain had suddenly fallen in the bathroom, and her brown eyes were soaked, and a damp, itchy, and hot feeling arose in her heart.

“Ying.”

The next second, she couldn’t help but transform into her human form.

And so, Ye Qingyu turned her head and met the woman’s pair of spring-water-shimmering peach blossom eyes.

Her ears immediately grew scalding hot.

She could only struggle to restrain her breathing, and neatly and quickly tidied herself up, and lifted her long leg to step in.

Ye Qingyu lay down half-way next to Pei Rong, and their bodies were thus pressed together.

She turned her head to look at her beautiful girlfriend’s stunning face and, with a sense of propriety, said, “Neng Bao, it was you who suggested we do this together. How would you like to proceed?”

Pei the Little Able Cat’s peach blossom eyes fluttered lightly, as if she had long been prepared, and she said with an air of imperiousness:

“Before, it was always you who kissed me, a little red panda, this way and that, so today I’m going to do the same to you.”

After a moment’s thought, she added with a dangerous alertness and domineering tone, “You are not allowed to kiss me back.”

Ye Qingyu’s breath hitched.

Her eyes were clear and deep, and her gaze unconsciously roamed.

The woman’s flawless, white, and delicate cheeks, her soft and beautiful, rosy lips, the stunning contours and lines of her face…

Half-hidden in the hazy mist, it was a bewitching charm.

Her throat was tight and dry.

“But, I’ve only ever treated your beast form that way. I haven’t experienced your human form.”

Ye Qingyu looked up, her voice a little low when she spoke. “Jiejie, are you really not going to let me kiss you today?”

The young woman’s face was as beautiful as a distant mountain in spring, and she was always bright and composed on a daily basis.

But at this moment, her expression looked quite pitiful, like a little dog drenched in a spring rain.

So innocent, yet holding such a fervent craving.

And what’s more, she had pronounced the two words “Jiejie” with such a charming, alluring beauty that Pei the Little Able Cat’s heart trembled.

Perhaps the hazy mist around them was burning her body and soul, for Pei the Little Able Cat bit her red lip and, in the end, lightly lifted her chin.

“Mmm, I’ll let you kiss me.”

What’s wrong with an older sister letting her younger sister kiss her?

Moreover, she would definitely, before Ye Qingyu, kiss the other until her waist was sore and her paws were weak, and she couldn’t move.

To let Yu Bao feel her Jiejie’s amazingness.

Pei the Little Able Cat thought with a big heart and a fluffy body.

But, the next second—

“Ying.”

Her happy, unrestrained imaginings had not yet finished when Pei the Little Able Cat suddenly let out a panting sound, her breath tightening.

Her peach blossom eyes instantly became misty.

She looked down and saw that the young woman had just extended her arm and had lightly wrapped it around her waist.

The woman’s waist was slender and soft, her skin like the finest suet jade. Ye Qingyu savored the feeling, unable to put her down.

She could feel the woman’s body tremble slightly with it.

Her gaze instantly darkened.

Ye Qingyu’s voice was a little hoarse when she spoke, and she kindly reminded her, “Jiejie, I’ve already started.”

“Why haven’t you started yet?”

Pei Rong pursed her red lips tightly, trying hard to hold back the light moan that was about to escape her throat.

As an older sister, how could she lose to her younger sister?

She blinked her misty peach blossom eyes with a certain haughtiness and extended her hand, trying to reach for Ye Qingyu’s red panda lines.

Perhaps out of a certain eagerness, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Just half a centimeter short of touching the human’s beautiful and charming red panda lines, Pei Rong’s gaze suddenly scattered, and her red lips unconsciously parted slightly as she breathed.

…

All of this was interrupted by a sudden change of season—

The sky suddenly and abnormally began to snow.

Spring had passed and summer had arrived, and the room was suddenly filled with new snow, and a cool, fine, and continuous white was falling everywhere.

A Ye the Little Tree stood tall and straight in the snow, her trunk as white as snow, her leaves as green as jade.

She stood proudly, graceful and charming.

Jade branches and jade leaves, moving on their own without any wind.

The fine snow fell on the tree’s branches, layer upon layer, and gradually formed a full arc.

Ye the Little Tree’s jade-like leaves and branches were warm, and they steadily and properly supported the weight of a ball of snow, like a slow and leisurely playing.

The indoor temperature was gentle, and the white snow should have soon and softly melted.

But the tree was not an ordinary tree, and its precious branches and jade leaves were a warmth to all things in the world.

The snow was still falling, and a beautiful spring flower had floated down with it onto the branches of Ye the Little Tree, and was nestled in that snow color, becoming a breathtaking point of cinnabar.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the spring flower moved slightly, and with her breath, she rose and fell beautifully.

As if frozen by the biting cold, she was clearly still delicate, but she stood trembling—frozen in place.

Ye the Little Tree’s precious branches and jade leaves moved as if sensing something, but she saw that the flower had already been pitifully frozen into a translucent crimson jade in the snow.

As fellow living creatures in the world, one could not help but pity—

Ye the Little Tree’s clear and bright tree body was instantly flushed with a tide of pity, and her leaves and branches swayed, as if asking the snow.

That empty snow was naturally silent, but the cold snow was naturally born with a craving for a full warmth.

And so, the gentle whisper of the fierce wind was like a reply.

With permission granted, the tree warmly enfolded the snow-covered flower that had condensed into a piece of translucent crimson jade, holding it almost tenderly.

And in a flurry of snow, a warm and hot tremor rippled.

But the tree’s body suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it had been scratched by a small animal’s claws.

A closer look revealed that the jade-white tree trunk had actually been scratched with two marks by a red panda’s claws, and they were a dark red.

So this vast expanse of snow and spring flowers all belonged to the red panda.

The red panda could not bear the tree’s such a solitary possession, and her two paws haphazardly climbed up the tree, her claws slightly sinking in.

A red panda’s “ying” sound came from her throat, and she cried out in a helpless way and lifted her fluffy head.

But the tree was by no means the holy, untouchable being it seemed on the surface. The moment the red panda climbed on, its beautiful, jade-like, snowy-white branches gently gathered around her, embracing the little red panda, its leaves and twigs brushing tenderly against her soft fur.

And it had not let go of that patch of snow and spring flowers at all.

And so, the red panda lay on Ye the Little Tree and saw the first intense and blooming fireworks show of the night.

The fireworks were brilliant, and the falling sparks were scorching and leaping, and the snow on the branches was about to be melted by it.

The red panda barely held on to the tree, her brown eyes filled with tears, and the fur on her cheeks was wet.

“Ye the Little Tree…”

She couldn’t help but weakly extend her two paws and, pitifully and anxiously, called out the tree’s name.

The tree could not speak, and only its jade-white branches gently gathered around, embracing the red panda.

The soft leaves and branches lightly brushed against her reddish-brown fur, and as they swayed, they made a rustling sound, as if they were coaxing her in a soft, quiet voice, saying that Pei the Red Panda was so cute, and that they loved her the most.

Only then was the red panda content, and she lay limply on the tree’s branches, breathing deeply, and for a long moment, she was in a dizzy and mesmerized state.

Until she heard Ye the Little Tree swaying in the wind, like a meek and obedient inquiry.

The red panda’s gaze sharpened slightly, and she blinked her eyes, which were drenched by a sudden rain. After a moment’s thought, she felt a certain unwillingness in her heart.

It was this tree that had made her have fireworks.

Where would she, a big sister beast, hide her face?

The proud and stubborn little red panda licked the tip of her teeth and decided to get her own back.

The smart little red panda now had experience and decided to imitate the tree’s actions.

She raised her furry paws and had only just lightly caressed the tree’s clear and bright body, contentedly feeling the delicate texture of the jade tree, when her whole body suddenly paused.

The tree’s precious branches and jade leaves were swaying in the wind, and they happened to touch the spot between the red panda’s hind paws. Just a light and almost imperceptible brush, and it had made the red panda’s whole body go limp, and her two paws, which had been touching the tree trunk, instantly became a pitiful clinging.

The red panda couldn’t help but let out a soft “ying,” and she turned her head and forcefully bit the tree’s leaves and branches, and the force of her little beast’s sharp teeth barely contained the feeling she herself couldn’t bear.

The tree had no experience, but she was self-taught.

Her leaves and branches swayed, unhurriedly, and she repeatedly adjusted.

But during this, the tree had just been in a light wind and had suddenly and tentatively, not too lightly and not too heavily, swayed her leaves and branches—

The red panda, who was lying on the tree, actually trembled lightly, and the tips of her little beast’s teeth uncontrollably sank into the tree trunk, leaving two small, round indentations.

After the snow, it rained again, and stars and stars, and a fine drizzle fell on the leaves and branches.

Accompanied by a small fireworks show.

The tree paused slightly, and her leaves and branches were dazed for a moment.

She had just moved lightly in the wind. How could there be another fireworks show?

After a moment, the tree was snapped back to her senses by the red panda’s paw.

It was clear that she had had them, but not completely, and the red panda felt very uncomfortable.

What… what should I do?

The tree trembled in the fierce wind and felt a certain inexperienced urgency and panic.

After a moment of being frozen, the tree simply placed her entire body in a clear spring and accepted that irrigation.

Her leaves and branches were soaked in the spring water, and she drank and was nourished.

And so, she could grow freely and without restraint, her branches and leaves swaying, her affection overflowing.

And as the beast in charge of this clear spring, the red panda was powerless to stop the tree.

The tree was submerged in the clear spring, and she raised a paw but could not reach, but the clear spring was even more freely offered to the tree, so that she could be nourished in it.

The red panda was helpless, and her brown eyes gradually became dazed and scattered, and she could only helplessly and repeatedly murmur the tree’s name.

The clear spring was like a waterfall, and after it fell, it pushed open layers of ripples.

A fierce wind suddenly rose, and an impassioned tide rolled in and crashed against the shore, and the water splashed, and white foam splashed everywhere.

The sky was full of falling water.

The red panda looked up and saw a grand fireworks show that was brilliantly lit up with it.

Having seen three fireworks shows in a row today, she couldn’t help but be a little weak. For a time, she didn’t even want to speak and just lay lazily on the tree.

Having been irrigated by the clear spring for a long time, Ye the Little Tree had been nourished and had become even more graceful.

Her tree body was flushed red, and she was not yet satisfied.

Her beautiful, jade-bright branches obediently gathered close, embracing the red panda, while her leaves and twigs lightly brushed against her damp fur.

She treasured and touched the red panda’s furry ears, cheeks, little whiskers, and chin, and she loved every part of her.

Seeing that the red panda’s expression was a little dejected, Ye the Little Tree reflected on her own actions just now.

After a moment of being frozen, in the end, she let the red panda’s soft and limp, furry paws lightly rest on her own clear, jade-like tree trunk.

The red panda lazily blinked her eyes.

Too late.

Having watched three fireworks shows, her head was dizzy and her paws were weak, and even the tips of her sharp claws were filled with a soft feeling.

Looking at this tree, standing tall and straight, as graceful as a banished immortal, the innocent little red panda only then belatedly realized that she had been tricked.

The young tree gently touched the red panda’s damp lashes with her leaves and branches, as if with regret.

The red panda breathed lightly and stubbornly ignored the tree.

Her pair of brown and bright eyes were now misty, and her satiation was filled with a heart-wrenching pity, and her face was full of the grievance of being tricked.

The tree gathered the red panda in her arms and, watching the little beast intently, gradually became heartbroken and soft-hearted.

How could a tree bully a red panda like this?

The gentle breeze fluttered, and she gently smoothed the red panda’s fur and pondered for a moment.

In the end, she indulgently used her leaves and branches to support the red panda’s paws, as if to take the initiative to lead her.

The red panda’s misty lashes fluttered lightly, and a starlight seemed to sparkle in her eyes.

The tree smiled, and relaxed slightly—

It seems this little red panda is not that stubborn. She’s just really out of strength.

And so, the tree supported the red panda’s paws and placed them on her own precious branches and jade leaves.

She still remembered which parts of the tree the red panda had shown an interest in.

At this moment, she led the red panda to linger on those parts.

The jade-like leaves, the branches, the trunk.

The red panda blinked her eyes and, satisfied, carefully felt the touch in her paws.

At the same time, she was also watching this tree intently, seeing the tree’s graceful posture, and her jade-white and elegant tree body gradually flush a jade-green color.

And the way she was supporting her paws with her leaves and branches, and was leading her to carefully and wantonly feel herself everywhere.

The touch, the sight, and the feeling in her heart were intertwined, and the red panda felt as if she were in spring.

Her heart pounded, and the red panda sensed a stronger and stronger premonition that spring was about to arrive.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

She suddenly pulled back her paws and hooked the tree’s jade-like trunk.

Her eyes were half-closed, and she eagerly and cravedly asked, but did not know what it was.

She just instinctively and with her four paws helplessly climbed on the tree’s body.

The deep meaning of this made the tree’s leaves and branches seem a little more deep and dark.

The light was clear and bright, but her whole body was obscure.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

In the red panda’s once again pitiful and dazed murmur, the tree’s leaves and branches swayed, and she meekly gave her whatever she wanted.

***

As the red panda had predicted, spring suddenly arrived, and all things were revived.

A trembling and beautiful spring flower bloomed slightly on the tree’s branches, and it was also the only one.

In the spring breeze, the delicate and beautiful petals sometimes unfolded, sometimes half-closed.

The tree treated this only spring flower on her branches like a precious treasure, with full patience, and even some hesitation.

She was afraid that a reckless and hasty swaying would break it.

But the flower had its own ideas, and it trembled lightly in the wind, and in the morning, it was covered in dew, and it longed for spring to be more intense, and it welcomed a complete blooming that belonged to a flower.

The tree was helpless and finally stopped being so timid and extended her leaves and branches, so that the spring flower could gradually bloom in its most delicate and beautiful form and posture in the sunlight.

Who knew that the moment the leaves and branches had poked out, the spring flower had impatiently bloomed in the first second.

Ye the Little Tree was slightly stunned.

The spring flower was growing on the tree’s leaves and branches, so the tree could naturally and clearly feel the vigorous and trembling life force of the spring flower.

This was like a fireworks show suddenly blooming in the night sky, stirring up a sky full of dreamlike and colorful splendor, with a similar scorching heat.

The thought that her only and beloved flower had finally bloomed on her leaves and branches made the tree unable to control herself.

But, a spring flower had waited for a long time before it had finally bloomed, so how could it only be splendid for this one moment?

Ye the Little Tree continued to stretch her leaves and branches, and extended that splendor in the scorching sunlight.

Spring was too unbearable for a little red panda.

Clinging to the tree, the red panda helplessly and haphazardly gnawed on the tree’s body and whimpered softly.

Sometimes, she would instinctively stand up straight and raise her two furry paws in surrender.

But the next second, she would lose her footing in the feeling and, with her paws, she would softly and once again climb back onto the tree.

And so on, and so forth.

“Do you like spring? Jiejie.”

She seemed to vaguely hear the golden-branched and jade-leaved immortal tree speak, asking her softly.

The red panda’s eyes were misty with tears, and her paws struggled to wrap around Ye the Little Tree’s body, and she swayed lightly in the gentle breeze.

“Don’t call me Jiejie.”

Perhaps from the nervousness brought by the emphasis on her “Jiejie” status, without realizing it, the red panda’s furry ears and tail had all tensed up.

Her pair of snow-white, fluffy, bow-tie-shaped ears were perked up high, and they trembled lightly with her body; her tail’s soft and glutinous fur was drenched in a fine rain and had become damp.

“Tail.”

The red panda’s fragile and helpless murmur was just a reminder to the immortal tree to do evil.

One side of the tree’s leaves and branches had a newly bloomed spring flower, so she had to use the other side to support her tail.

As for the springy, fluffy ear tips, there was no tree that did not love to eat them, and she took a bite.

But at this moment, a sudden and intense fireworks show filled the sky, interrupting the red panda and the tree.

The red panda looked up with a pair of teary eyes and saw that the fireworks were unprecedentedly brilliant and intense, and they actually lit up the entire night sky.

“T-today doesn’t count.”

The red panda only had time to let out a limp and fierce word before her whole body fainted on Ye the Little Tree.