All My Colleagues Are Animals 63

Chapter 63

Ye Qingyu stood in front of the sink, looking at the proud little red panda who had squeezed into her arms, demanding to be washed.

She lowered her lashes, her gentle features outlined with a certain depth by the warm yellow light in the bathroom.

“Boss Pei, are you sure?”

Pei the Red Panda met the young woman’s clear, deep eyes. In a certain dangerous premonition, she couldn’t help but lick the tip of her teeth, her paws clutching the front of the human’s clothes.

But the thought that this Ye the Little Tree had probably washed some other red panda before made her feel weak all over.

Her entire heart was itchy with an unbearable feeling.

After a moment of silence, Pei the Red Panda’s large tail swayed lightly, brushing against the human’s hand, which was supporting her.

A moist sheen rippled in her brown eyes, and she commanded with a grievance that allowed no argument, “Wash me.”

Ye Qingyu looked at the little red panda’s dejected, unhappy expression, and she couldn’t say a single word of refusal.

It should… it should be fine. If things go wrong, I’ll stop in time.

With this thought, Ye Qingyu relaxed a little.

The sink was more than enough for washing a plush toy, but washing a fluffy red panda was a bit of a stretch.

Ye Qingyu held the red panda with one arm and busied herself in and out of the bathroom.

First, she filled the large bathtub with water, then went to the balcony to get the red panda’s bath towel.

She also, from who knows where, pulled out a milky yellow rubber duck, which would make a “goo-ji” sound when squeezed.

She tucked it into the red panda’s arms.

Pei the Red Panda hugged the little duck, her expression clearly still sullen, but her paws couldn’t help but curiously pinch and play with it.

“Goo-ji.”

Her gaze sharpened, and her large, fluffy ears perked up with novelty.

Ye Qingyu, holding the red panda, which was now emitting an occasional “goo-ji” sound, went to the kitchen and, with one hand, peeled a mangosteen and placed it in a fruit bowl.

When it came to washing a red panda, the red panda just had to lie back and wait to be washed, but the human was worried to death.

She was afraid of not serving her furred boss to her satisfaction, and that she wouldn’t be allowed to wash her next time.

With all preparations complete, she raised a hand and closed the bathroom door.

She tested the water temperature in the bathtub and scooped up a handful of water to pour over the red panda’s paw.

She asked softly, “Boss Pei, how is the water temperature?”

Pei the Red Panda’s wet paw stretched out like an orchid, and she nodded coolly. “It’s fine.”

“Okay. Then in you go.”

Ye Qingyu supported the red panda under its armpits with both hands and, holding her up, slowly lowered her into the water.

First, her two dangling, furry hind paws entered the water, and then the water rose to her chest.

Soon, Pei the Red Panda was soaked in the warm water into a wet little red panda dumpling, and she squinted her eyes in comfort.

She released the little duck in her hands, moved her body in the bathtub, and couldn’t help but swim a little.

This bathtub was very large, enough for two people to bathe, and for a red panda, it was even more spacious.

She held her fluffy head above the water, her four paws paddling underneath, and quickly swam from one end to the other.

Ye Qingyu’s lips twitched at the sight, and she almost couldn’t help but laugh.

What kind of little doggy paddle is this?

No.

A closer look revealed that the little red panda’s four paws were paddling underwater with a sneaky, rhythmic grace, at ease and leisurely, and the large, fluffy tail trailing behind her drew a beautiful waterline.

This was clearly a unique little red panda paddle.

Ye Qingyu watched for a long while, but she saw the furred boss suddenly pause her little red panda paddle and turn her head to look.

“Ye Qingyu, why aren’t you rubbing bubbles for me yet?”

That pair of beautiful hands had just carefully rubbed so many bubbles for the plush toy, scrubbing it up and down.

How come when it came to her, the real red panda, she was not so enthusiastic?

With this thought, the sour bubbles in Pei the Red Panda’s heart began to rise again, and her paws paddled a little harder.

“I’m sorry, right away,” the human immediately said.

Before Pei the Red Panda could turn the bathwater into a pool of lemon soup, Ye Qingyu took out a bath loofah, squeezed shower gel onto it, and quickly worked up a large ball of fine, white, fragrant foam.

She scooped up a ball and placed it on Pei the Red Panda’s wet, fluffy head, forming a trembling cloud.

Hiss, the scene is so cute I want to take a picture.

She gathered her thoughts, and her foam-covered hands began to properly and regularly rub the little red panda.

It was clearly her first time washing a real red panda, yet she was inexplicably skilled.

She seemed to have been born knowing how to properly care for every part of Pei the Red Panda’s body.

Her five fingers first circled the top of her head, rubbing the little red panda until she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

Then she gently rubbed down her back, strictly following the direction of the fur, applying it to every inch.

Then she made bubbles on her fluffy belly, massaging it carefully.

And, she had to pinch each of the four soft, fluffy paws in turn to wash…

The young woman’s well-defined, slender, and beautiful hands, carrying the fine, white foam, carefully rubbed every single strand of the red panda’s fur.

From top to bottom, not a spot was missed.

Even more carefully and gently than with the red panda doll.

Pei the Red Panda was content, and for the time being, the sour bubbles in her heart stopped rising.

She offered her left paw, then her right, and contentedly enjoyed the craftsmanship of Master Ye.

“Master Ye, rub a little more here.”

When Master Ye was rubbing the palm of her paw, she commanded lazily.

Master Ye’s service attitude was excellent. “Okay.”

After rubbing, she even speared a piece of white mangosteen flesh with a fork and fed the little red panda a few pieces.

This truly hit the little red panda right in the heart. Pei the Red Panda happily lifted her tail in the water and let Ye Qingyu do as she pleased.

Gradually, the young woman’s hands moved down to her lower abdomen and, not too lightly and not too heavily, circled the heart-shaped patch of snow-white fur.

This spot had always been sensitive. Pei the Red Panda’s body instantly went numb, and she trembled slightly.

“…Mmm.”

She couldn’t help but raise a foam-covered paw and rest it on Ye Qingyu’s arm—

—if she didn’t hold onto a tree, her whole limp body would slip to the bottom of the bathtub.

But that pair of warm and soft hands continued to scrub downward.

Pei the Red Panda’s ears curled slightly.

She trembled lightly, feeling a heat spread from her lower abdomen and gradually sweep over her entire body.

Strange, how is the water in the bathtub getting hotter and hotter…

Ye Qingyu should have noticed her furred boss’s reaction in time and immediately adjusted her pressure or stopped.

But at this moment, her eyes were slightly unfocused, and she was already in a kind of daze—

In the process of bathing this little red panda, she was increasingly experiencing a deep and bone-deep familiarity.

This familiarity stirred her clear consciousness into a muddle, and a burning pain gradually arose in her brain.

In a daze, she seemed to see the bathtub before her narrow, and the little red panda in her palm also shrink.

Her young, tender arms, with their sleeves rolled up, were carefully washing the little red panda.

“Neng Bao, lift your tail a little.”

She heard her younger self say gently.

…

“Ye Qingyu… I… I want fireworks…”

Pei the Red Panda was about to be unable to bear it, and she trembled lightly in the human’s palm.

She wanted to escape, but her whole body was wet and limp, as if she were trapped in a surging, deep wave.

The adult Boss Pei’s voice suddenly touched her ear, and Ye Qingyu’s pupils moved slightly.

The hazy image from just now was still lingering in her mind, chaotically and indistinguishably intertwined with the reality before her. She was holding the little red panda and, subconsciously, repeated:

“Neng Bao, lift your tail a little.”

The trembling Pei the Red Panda blinked her eyes, momentarily dazed by the name “Neng Bao.”

Her body thus, for some reason, uncontrollably and obediently lifted her large, fluffy tail.

The beautiful nine-ringed pattern was quite eye-catching under the light.

But the next second, the moment the fragile tip of her tail was pinched, her body trembled violently.

An intense sensation came in waves. She couldn’t control herself and, at the human’s fingertips, transformed into her human form, lying on her stomach in the bathtub.

“Ye Qingyu…” she called out, at a loss.

Ye Qingyu only saw a flash before her eyes. The reddish-brown red panda had suddenly disappeared and transformed into a flawless, jade-white woman.

And her foam-covered hands were no longer on a soft, fluffy tail, but were directly touching the delicate skin of the woman’s tailbone.