Chapter 57
Pei the Red Panda was clinging to Ye Qingyu like she was clinging to a little tree.
The intense, tingling sensation, like a tide, rushed up from her tailbone, so fast that it left her dizzy and mesmerized, her mind blooming with fireworks. Her gaze was unfocused, and for a moment, she forgot what she had been so conflicted about.
She just parted her red lips, panting out a hot, orchid-like breath.
The fullness in her body gradually gave rise to an emptiness in her heart. Her legs were weak and unsteady. She reached out her arms and wrapped them around the human’s neck, her misty eyes urgently demanding:
“I want a hug.”
The next second, the hand on her waist and back tightened as she wished. It was a strength that made the little red panda feel content.
It was even a little stronger than that, as if it were carrying a thought that was on the verge of losing control.
The night was deep, and the evening lamp was a dim yellow.
In the quiet bedroom, at the entrance of the steamy bathroom, such a close embrace gave Ye Qingyu the illusion of mutual possession.
Her lashes drooped, casting a shadow below her eyes, hiding the inexperienced desire within them.
“Mmm…”
The woman was still trembling limply in her arms, her pitiful and scalding tears soaking the crook of her neck.
Ye Qingyu’s nerves were taut, and her breathing trembled uncontrollably. In this “fireworks” of warmth, an unbearable itch suddenly overflowed in her chest.
The itch ran rampant everywhere, and her usual self-control was on the verge of collapsing.
She suddenly pulled back the hand on Pei Rong’s waist, held the woman’s chin and lifted it slightly, so she could see that tear-streaked face.
“…Ye Qingyu.”
Her chin was suddenly lifted, and Pei Rong had to tilt her head back to look at Ye Qingyu, her fingertips helplessly clutching the collar of the young woman’s nightgown.
Staring at those misty peach blossom eyes, the pounding of Ye Qingyu’s heart in her chest grew more and more chaotic, and she couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Her gaze inadvertently moved down and landed heavily on the soft red lips that were just inches away.
After a moment, she jerked her eyes away in a panic, her gaze falling vaguely, unfocused, on the blank wall.
“Boss… Boss Pei, you…”
Perhaps in a hurry to cover up her indecent thoughts, Ye Qingyu haphazardly squeezed out a few words, and then she was stuck.
She bit her lip, feeling that she was both innocent and extremely guilty.
She clearly hadn’t done anything. She had only wanted to tease the little red panda.
She hadn’t even bitten her ear this time.
But, the woman’s spring-filled eyes, her cherry-pink-stained face—all of it proclaimed her unforgivable crime.
After a moment’s pause, Ye Qingyu stiffly withdrew her hand and, carefully and with restraint, placed it back on the woman’s waist to prevent her from slipping.
Her other hand secretly and fiercely pinched her own thigh, and the sharp sting brought back a bit of clarity, suppressing all the secretly growing thoughts.
She was afraid that if it went any further, it would desecrate the little beast in her arms.
“Ye Qingyu,” Pei Rong tightened her arms and called her name again in a low voice.
“Mhm.”
Ye Qingyu stood still, as straight as a pine tree, and also like a loyal and docile large dog, letting Pei the Red Panda haphazardly rub her tears on her collar, soaking a patch.
For this long afterglow, she was, after all, to blame.
Pei the Red Panda was nestled against the young woman, so comfortable from the hug that she was drowsy.
Later, when she was moved to the bed to have her tears wiped, she woke up a little.
In her daze, her peach blossom eyes were half-closed. She saw the human’s clear and beautiful face, and then her crimson lips.
She unconsciously licked the tips of her inexplicably itchy canines.
—Would they taste as sweet as an apple?
The strange thought came out of nowhere, stirring up a restless heat, but it was temporarily suppressed by the dangerous premonition of “many fireworks.”
After a moment’s pause, she transformed into a fluffy red panda and moved under the covers.
She suddenly remembered something.
“You didn’t even bite me just now, and the fireworks still went off.”
The belief of surpassing one second had just been established when it was shattered by reality.
She belatedly realized, raised a paw and slowly hugged her large, fluffy tail, and drooped into a dejected ball.
Ye Qingyu was cleaning up the tissues used to wipe her tears. Hearing this, her movements paused, and she looked down at the melancholic little red panda who was using her competitive spirit in a strange place and was now suffering a setback.
Her breathing deepened slightly.
Unlike humans, who receive a systematic education from a young age at home and in school, these small animals enter society alone and can probably only explore blindly, haphazardly picking up knowledge from a vast and unfiltered, raw and crude sea of information, and stumbling through life based on that.
So when they encounter the carelessly typed words of irresponsible humans, they will also toss and turn and think about it, and even hold a grudge over it.
Her heart felt tight. Ye Qingyu said patiently:
“I don’t know what kind of comments Boss Pei saw on the internet, but you can’t always believe what’s said online.”
“For something like fireworks, speed is not important. The most important thing is to enjoy the physical and mental pleasure.”
Seeing the little red panda lift its head from its large tail, its bow-tie-shaped snow-white ears twitching slightly, as if it were listening and thinking carefully, Ye Qingyu paused and, word by word, continued gently:
“And… I think Boss Pei is very cute and charming no matter what, and you don’t need to doubt or change yourself because of other people’s standards and pursuits.”
The clear, gentle voice sent the sincere words into her heart. Pei the Red Panda forgot to breathe for a moment and stared at the human without a moment’s pause.
In the young woman’s beautiful eyes, there were sparkling stars, and the way she looked at her was like looking at a treasure.
It was as if no matter what she was like, the human loved her, a little panda, the most.
With Ye the Little Tree, the naturally timid little red panda could always easily feel a certain sense of security.
Pei the Red Panda lightly licked the tip of her teeth and lifted her fluffy head. “You like me, a little panda, that much.”
Seeing her familiar little proud look, Ye Qingyu’s lips curled slightly.
She couldn’t help but raise a hand and, with practiced ease, rub the little red panda’s head, the soft fur brushing between her fingers.
She, as always, protected this little red panda’s pride. “I do.”
The little red panda’s gaze was thus like a spring flower in full bloom.
Seeing that she had coaxed the little red panda, Ye Qingyu’s heart relaxed slightly.
After this, her beautiful boss should no longer be so conflicted about “speed”.
As for the matter of fireworks…
She hesitated for a moment and said softly, “And, in the future, don’t let me help you with your fireworks.”
“Hm?”
A certain pair of large, fluffy ears immediately perked up.
Ye Qingyu said, “The few times we had before were accidents and can be disregarded. But if we do it again in the future, knowing what we’re doing, it won’t be proper.”
“After all, it is improper for women to be so intimate.”
The human’s few words were both a righteous reminder and also held a subtle hint.
She was just short of taking a small wooden mallet and knocking on this little red panda’s uncomprehending fluffy head.
But the little red panda was impervious to reason.
“Improper for beasts?”
Pei the Red Panda lifted her paws and pointed out seriously, “But we are a human and a beast.”
Ye Qingyu: “…”
She couldn’t help but laugh, but she was not in a hurry.
She pinched the furred boss’s paw and said gently, “It’s late. It’s time to sleep.”
Pei the Red Panda had meticulously planned the small animal rescue team’s raid on Chi Yu tonight and had also had a fireworks show just now. She was both tired and satiated, and had long since been drowsy.
She covered her mouth and yawned, and comfortably nestled in the young woman’s scent, she fell into a deep and sweet sleep in a second.
Ye Qingyu raised a hand and turned off the bedside lamp.
The dark night filled the room. She was lost in thought for a moment, and for some reason, a belated sense of morality arose.
Boss Pei did not yet have a heart for love. Was it really okay for her to be hugging and sleeping with a person with impure thoughts like her?
With this thought, she carefully moved the little red panda from her arms and placed her on the side, spread out into a fluffy pancake on her back, and tucked her in.
Five minutes later—
With a smack, the kung fu red panda reappeared. With a cool roll, her fluffy hind paws accurately kicked the human’s chin.
The human’s sense of morality was kicked away.
Ye Qingyu let out a soft hiss of pain and, resigned, grabbed the little red panda, who was sleeping all sprawled out, and pulled her back into her arms, holding her tightly like a human chain.
But there was a loophole—
The still-free, large, fluffy ears suddenly perked up and, like a butterfly’s wings, would twitch from time to time, the fur tickling the human’s cheeks and lips.
A minute later, Ye Qingyu helplessly opened her mouth and took a bite of the springy ear that had been delivered to her lips.
“Ying…”
The sleeping little red panda’s ears flattened, and this time, she was completely and utterly well-behaved.
