All My Colleagues Are Animals 64

Chapter 64

“Ye Qingyu…”

The work of washing the little red panda was nearing its end.

Ye Qingyu had been holding the little red panda’s belly with one hand and carefully rubbing her large tail with the other.

But the moment the furred boss called her name in a trembling voice, she felt a sudden flash before her eyes, and the touch in her palm changed abruptly—

The soft, dense fur had become a human’s tender skin.

“…”

Ye Qingyu’s breath hitched. She hastily pulled back her transgressing hands, afraid of offending her beautiful boss.

The hand supporting her waist was suddenly withdrawn. Pei the Red Panda’s waist went limp, and she subconsciously raised a hand to cling to the wall of the bathtub.

But it was in vain, and her limp body slid straight into the water.

“Boss Pei!”

Seeing Pei the Red Panda about to be submerged, Ye Qingyu’s pupils constricted.

No longer caring about whether it was offensive or not, she placed her right knee on the edge of the bathtub and, with quick eyes and even quicker hands, scooped her out of the water, bringing her back to the surface.

The human’s warm palm forcefully supported her, stroking and squeezing the taut places.

“Ngh.”

For Pei the Red Panda, who was already on the verge of the clouds, this was the final spark on a prairie fire.

Her lashes were half-closed, and her body was suddenly plunged into a tremor, her mind blooming with brilliant fireworks.

Ye Qingyu was anxious, not knowing what Pei Rong’s condition was.

Seeing the woman suddenly begin to tremble uncontrollably, a low whimper also escaping her throat, as if she had just choked on water.

She quickly used her strength to turn the person over.

She gently lifted the woman’s wet chin and observed her carefully, asking in a soft voice:

“Boss Pei, did you choke on water?”

An intense fullness and emptiness were simultaneously blooming in her heart.

Pei Rong’s red lips opened and closed, unable to speak, and she looked at the human’s clear and righteous eyes with misty, tear-filled ones.

Not knowing where the strength came from, she suddenly lifted her slender arms and, with a strong hook and pull, wrapped them around the young woman—

Ye Qingyu’s knee had been resting on the slippery white porcelain edge, and she had been completely unguarded against Pei Rong. And so, with a loud plop, her entire body fell into the tank.

She subconsciously closed her eyes and held the woman in her arms, protecting her tightly.

Hot water surged in, and the nightgown she had changed into after her bath was instantly soaked.

…

On the bathroom counter, the red panda plush toy was teetering on the edge, its foam-covered fur almost dry.

Having waited for a long time to be washed, it fell to the floor, lonely.

For a red panda, if she did not have her own tree, she would have a little less confidence when she spoke when she was out and about.

In the bathtub, the hot water swayed, and the steam swirled.

The red panda lay in it, soaked into a wet, fluffy soup dumpling, contentedly looking at her precious jade tree—

The trunk was as white as snow, the leaves as green as jade, standing proudly, graceful and charming.

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

This tree was not planted by her, a little panda.

It was on a certain outing that she had seen it on the street and had transplanted it overnight.

After much thought, swinging her large tail, she decided to name it “Ye the Little Tree.”

At this moment, she raised a paw and lightly climbed up the jade-white trunk of Ye the Little Tree, and finally sat on her beloved tree.

Ye the Little Tree must be a conscious tree.

Because the moment the red panda climbed on, its beautiful, jade-like, bright-white branches gently gathered around, embracing her, while its leaves and twigs brushed softly against her fur.

The red panda had just come out of the bath and was wet all over, so Ye the Little Tree was also brushed with water droplets.

The green leaves swayed, and the crystalline water droplets fell along the texture of the leaves.

Drip-drip into the water.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

The red panda was covered in snow-white, dense foam, her whole body wet and limp as she clung to Ye the Little Tree, her two furry paws haphazardly hooking the branches.

The afterglow of the fireworks was long and lingering. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she just wanted to cling tightly to her tree to find peace of mind.

“…”

The tree didn’t seem to be able to speak.

But she seemed to be able to feel the trembling of the little red panda on her. Her jade-like, snow-white trunk, which should have been flawless, thus gradually grew hot, and its color also became red as if about to drip blood.

Like a tree made of light pink jade.

Her branches moved slightly, swaying gently in the spring breeze, and her leaves and branches touched the red panda’s chin, as if a concerned check.

Her clear and bright tree body had clearly been turned a dark, obscure red by her thoughts, yet it still stood gracefully and straight in the bathwater.

The swaying of the branches temporarily interrupted the red panda’s clinging posture, and her two paws were left unsupported.

She was a little dissatisfied.

Her furry ears twitched slightly. The red panda lowered her head and bit the jade-like leaf on a branch, her soft tongue unconsciously brushing past it.

Her teeth gradually tensed, and she urged the tree in a muffled voice, “I want a hug.”

A faint, sharp pain seemed to spread from the tip of the leaf, and Ye the Little Tree, for a moment, was obediently still, meekly indulging the red panda’s action of holding and biting the tip of her leaf.

Only then was the red panda content, and she bonelessly wrapped herself around her tree again.

Still not feeling close enough, she domineeringly and haphazardly nuzzled the branches, pushing away the leaves.

Her fluffy, wet body had to be completely pressed against the little tree’s trunk, rubbing until it was hot.

“Mmm,” a satiated sigh escaped the red panda.

As a red panda who had struggled to survive in the world, the peace of mind of this moment was all she had ever sought.

…And Ye the Little Tree might not have thought so.

The tips of the tree trembled almost imperceptibly, and its flushed trunk also silently grew deeper and darker.

Although it looked as if it had been carved from divine jade, snow-white and flawless, Ye the Little Tree was actually not some holy, divine tree.

Having been willingly transplanted by the red panda and planted in the bathwater, the tree was already filled with unspeakable, obscure thoughts about the red panda.

Out of cherish and care, the tree tried hard to restrain itself, wanting to slowly wait for and guide the red panda.

But this period of being repeatedly and carelessly teased had left her more and more at a loss.

At this moment, being pressed so tightly by the wet and fluffy red panda, feeling the warm breath and the rising and falling on her branches, how was the tree supposed to continue to endure?

She endured and endured, but in the end, she couldn’t help it.

The tree quietly opened its mouth and bit the snow-white, fluffy, large ear that was just inches away.

That large, fluffy ear was like a pair of beautiful bow ties, fluttering lightly in the wind, its tips springy and delectable.

There was no tree that did not love to eat it.

If a red panda could bite a tree’s leaf tip, why couldn’t a tree bite a red panda’s ear?

It was all just a matter of fairness.

With this thought, the tree felt the red panda’s tremor and soft whimper, but still did not stop.

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, both gnawing and biting, like a silent warning—

A red panda should not be so wanton just because she has not experienced danger on a tree.

The tree’s pressure was deep and shallow. Sometimes, it couldn’t control itself and would bite out a mark, as if it were going to swallow the red panda in its arms whole, starting with her large, fluffy ear.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

She was already unable to recover, but her poor, fluffy, large ear was suddenly being bitten like this by the tree. The little red panda was extremely helpless.

She could only tremble and, in a daze, cling to the branches and try to climb up, innocently calling out the name she had given the little tree.

But this only fueled the tree’s arrogant flames.

Near the large, fluffy ear, other fluffy parts were also gradually being bitten.

The tree was indeed a jade tree. Even when it was indulging in biting the red panda, its movements were unhurried and quite elegant. But it also seemed as if it could become fierce at any moment and swallow the red panda whole.

The red panda actually felt a little regretful.

But she was already clinging to the tree, surrounded by its branches, with no way to turn back.

A pitiful sob escaped her throat, and the fireworks, which had not yet completely stopped, began to return in her mind, blooming even more brilliantly.

Tears streamed down, falling into the rippling bathwater.

A strange sensation spread from the spot the tree was biting, spreading everywhere, like waves, so familiar that for a moment, her soul trembled—

It… it seems like spring has arrived.

The kind of spring that every little beast would welcome.

Perhaps realizing that her transgression would expose a certain improper thought, the tree finally struggled for two points of clarity.

She released the red panda’s ear, wanting to let this beast go.

As she moved, the branch supporting the red panda unconsciously lifted, but the red panda suddenly trembled all over, and an urgent whimper escaped her throat.

The tree was slightly stunned. She suddenly felt her jade-like, precious branch touch a patch of heart-trembling, soft heat.

And the red panda was sitting on this branch, so what was that soft heat?

The tree quickly realized the answer, and the crimson of her branches deepened.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

Just now, when the tree’s precious branch had pushed up, it had happened to press against the spot between the red panda’s legs. She had felt a particularly strange sensation instantly fill her whole body.

It was as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Spring was in full bloom, and the little beast was suddenly addicted, eager to taste it again.

But the tree was just flushed all over, standing straight and dazed in the bathwater.

The red panda’s misty eyes were half-closed, her body empty and uncomfortable, eager to find that feeling again.

Seeing the tree not move, she took the initiative to open her two hind paws and clung to the tree, rubbing gently.

The tree’s trunk was like it was made of the finest natural white jade, with a delicate texture. The red panda slowly moved her body, adjusting her angle, and the feeling from just now came back as she had wished.

Gradually finding the most suitable position, she lay on the branch and moved lightly, breathing softly.

Occasionally, she couldn’t help but turn her head and daze at Ye the Little Tree.

She saw that the little tree’s thick and slender branches were now showing a magnificent luster. The trunk was also filled with a spring-like cherry blossom pink, beautiful and charming.

So beautiful.

This scene rippled at the tip of the red panda’s heart, stirring up a boundless palpitation.

In the spring before, she would always hug her large tail and cry pitifully on the scholar tree, struggling through that period.

Now, it seemed to be about the same, just that she was crying comfortably on Ye the Little Tree.

The gentle breeze blew, and the leaves swayed.

Ye the Little Tree had already realized what the red panda was doing.

Her whole tree instantly tensed up, standing straight, not daring to move.

All her attention was unconsciously focused on the branch the red panda was clinging to.

And so she clearly felt the soft and delicate fur on the red panda’s body, and a soft, wet heat.

The bathroom, which had been filled with the clear fragrance of shower gel, was gradually soaked with the rich and subtle sweet scent emanating from the red panda’s body, which seemed to contain a certain primal and wild female beast scent.

It made the inexperienced little tree unable to control herself.

The red panda felt the tree’s branches seep out sap.

She curiously raised a paw, but found that it was not sap, but her own fluid.

It flowed down the jade-white tree trunk and into the bathtub.

In the red panda’s unfocused indulgence, the tree gradually fell into a contradictory dilemma, so tormented by her thoughts that her leaves and branches went numb—

Perhaps the tree should gently push the red panda away.

Now, the red panda might be in a daze. After she wakes up, what if she hates her, the tree’s, indulgence?

But, but—

“Ye the Little Tree.”

“Ye the Little Tree…”

How can a red panda be gently rubbing against a tree and murmuring the tree’s name at the same time?

That way, it seemed as if, at this moment, the tree’s role was not just to provide a branch.

But as if her existence itself was a part of the red panda’s spring.

How could the tree bear to drive the red panda away?

And so, in the end, the tree just stood straight, meekly in place, listening to the red panda’s increasingly rapid breathing, her intermittent, crying calls for the tree.

The spring breeze fluttered, and circles of ripples spread across the surface of the water, sometimes thick, sometimes thin.

The red panda would sometimes be unable to help but raise her two furry paws and haphazardly scratch at the tree trunk, bringing the tree waves of pain and itch.

Sometimes, when it was really unbearable, the little beast’s sharp canines would even take a bite of a branch.

The tree silently endured this pain, and even, actually, enjoyed it a little.

She felt that not just her leaves and branches and main trunk, but her soul was also being repeatedly caressed by the fluffy red panda, giving rise to the tree’s own private feelings.

Exploring for the first time, her movements were ultimately not skilled enough.

The feeling in the red panda’s body gradually accumulated, but no matter what, she could not break through the final shackle, nor could she touch the splendor of the fireworks.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

She gradually and weakly softened, lying on the branch.

Her eyes were misty, and she asked the tree with a pitiful and urgent voice.

The warm tears scorched the tree.

The tree was helpless, but also willing. Her beautiful branches supported the red panda and, with a precise and powerful lift—

The red panda instantly trembled all over.

This fireworks show was more intense than any before, and the falling sparks burned the tree until it rustled.

“Ye the Little Tree.”

The red panda’s two paws were wrapped around a branch, and in her breath, a sudden and rapid spring rain arrived.

The little tree was completely drenched, and the water dripped from her jade-like leaves. For a moment, she was also mesmerized in the spring rain.

A brief possession gave rise to an even more greedy thought, and this close, intimate posture gave Ye the Little Tree courage.

Her leaves were burned by the gradually igniting nervousness. She hesitated to speak several times, and in the end, in one breath, she asked her beloved red panda with a trembling voice, “…Do you like me?”

The whole tree was silent. There was no red panda to answer.

A thought stirred, and Ye the Little Tree lifted a branch and gently pushed aside the little beast’s face.

She saw the red panda lying on her, her thick lashes closed, her sleep serene, her pink tongue occasionally licking the tip of her teeth.

The three fireworks shows had been too brilliant, and the little beast had long since fainted from exhaustion.