All My Colleagues Are Animals 65

Chapter 65

Ye Qingyu took the sprinkler head and rinsed off herself and Pei the Red Panda, who was covered in shower gel bubbles.

During this time, her gaze was fixed on the white wall to the side, so as not to offend her beautiful boss with her eyes.

She felt a little amused at herself—

Just now, she had indulged Pei the Red Panda’s bold and wanton behavior on her lap. Now that the spring rain had stopped and they had entered the quiet and peaceful post-coital stage, she was starting to act virtuously.

Ye Qingyu wrapped the sleeping Pei the Red Panda in a bath towel and placed her on the bed. She first simply wiped away the remaining water droplets on the woman’s body, then dried her long, wet, curly hair.

After she was done, she suddenly had a problem.

When the little beast had her fireworks just now, a sticky spring rain had splashed everywhere.

Although she had rinsed for a long time with the sprinkler head, it would be difficult to dry without wiping, and it would be easy for inflammation to develop.

Ye Qingyu’s throat felt dry, and she unconsciously swallowed.

After a moment of conflict, she still took a clean towel. She closed her eyes tightly and gently wiped the spot where her beautiful boss had repeatedly rubbed against her thigh, cleaning it up.

“Mmm.”

Pei the Red Panda whimpered in her sleep, her whole body trembling.

The tips of Ye Qingyu’s jade-white ears were instantly red as if about to drip blood. She fumbled to put the red panda in her pajamas and cover her with the covers, then fled with the towel.

…All the bad things in her life had been done today.

She entered the bathroom, her chest heaving rapidly, and looked up at the mirror.

The collar of her loose nightgown revealed a large patch of skin, and she could clearly see the deep red bite marks on her neck and shoulder.

The two small, round indentations were quite eye-catching, in the shape of a red panda’s sharp canines.

She pulled her collar halfway, turned sideways, and saw that her back was covered in the fingerprints of the woman’s haphazard scratching.

Fortunately, it was the Pei the Red Panda with her nails cut tonight, not Pei the Red Panda.

Otherwise, there would have been a river of blood.

Ye Qingyu looked at the marks in the mirror in silence.

The next second, she suddenly and inexplicably curled her lips into a smile.

She took another deep breath and suppressed the indecent pleasure.

Then she wandered around the bathroom, tidying up for a long time, dawdling as she never had before, like a lingering, unhurried, and slow savoring.

She didn’t know if the little red panda would acknowledge it when she woke up tomorrow morning.

***

Half an hour ago.

While the human and the red panda were cuddling in the bathtub, their spring mood lingering, in another part of B-City, the soft sound of pages turning could be heard in a quiet and elegant private room.

Ye Zhao leisurely took a sip of bamboo leaf tea and began to read the “Small Animal Survival Guide.”

She opened the cover and saw that the joint main creators of this issue were written on the title page: [Pei Rong, Ye Qingyu, Bai Shuang, Wu Shu…]

Ye Zhao raised an eyebrow lightly.

She immediately flipped the magazine over and indeed saw the “Velvet Bamboo Studio” logo on the back page—a little red panda’s paw print.

She hadn’t expected to accidentally buy a magazine produced by her daughter and her sugar mama’s company while shopping at a bookstore.

She had originally been only slightly interested, but now she was quite intrigued.

She couldn’t help but concentrate and read it word by word.

Soon, she discovered that this was a magazine written from a small animal’s perspective and in a small animal’s voice.

Quite unique.

As she flipped through the pages, her eyes, which had seen a thousand sails and were not surprised by change, gradually half-closed, and her fluttering lashes showed the woman’s fluctuating emotions.

[The pelican was tied to the trunk of the cypress tree in the courtyard, unable to move. Though she was already covered in marks, she trembled and said to the big goose that was pecking her, “It’s not enough…”]

Ye Zhao had thought that her acceptance of new things was quite high, but at this moment, looking at this BDSM play between a pelican and a goose, with its juice splashing everywhere, she was stunned for a long while before she struggled to continue reading.

She let out a light breath and flipped the page.

This was the “Small Animals Have Something to Say” bot.

The first submission was quite domineering: [Humans are born to like only one red panda, and not a single one more.]

Ye Zhao’s brow moved slightly. Her gaze lingered on this for a moment before she continued to look down:

[Do not make a small animal doll that looks exactly like yourself, otherwise in the spring, you will be rubbed until your head explodes with fireworks.]

[If red pandas don’t eat apples, the earth will collapse.]

[What is more important than managing your emotions is: managing your large tail.]

The more Ye Zhao read, the more her emotions fluctuated.

She had a feeling that if one had not personally been a red panda for a few years, it would be difficult to say these words.

If Rong Bao had grown up safely and soundly back then, would she have had these cute thoughts?

Knock-knock-knock.

A knock came from the door.

Ye Zhao temporarily reined in her thoughts, casually closed the magazine, and placed it on the table next to her.

She looked up at the door and said, “Come in.”

Xiao Yu gently pushed the door open and walked in, followed by two women.

The first one had a beautiful and deep facial contour, and her expression was indifferent. Her posture was solemn, and she moved with a certain air.

The second one was the complete opposite.

Her features were as gentle as a distant mountain in spring. She was wearing a white-as-snow slip dress, and her whole being exuded a gentleness that was completely non-aggressive.

“CEO Ye.”

Ye Zhao calmly curled her lips. “Officer Lin, CEO Bai.”

The four sat around the table.

Ye Zhao unhurriedly poured three cups of tea and said:

“By a coincidence, I learned that you two are quite interested in ‘Green Bird.’ As it happens, I have also been paying attention to this recently, so I took the liberty of inviting you over for a cup of tea.”

Lin Song nodded, her expression still cool and indifferent. She raised a hand and unhurriedly straightened her collar.

Whenever she was in front of people and instinctively wanted to rub her face, she would do this.

Bai Zhiwan, on the other hand, chuckled lightly, her dark eyes as if holding a crescent of spring water. “I have long admired CEO Ye. I am very honored.”

Taking a light sip of tea, Ye Zhao’s fingertips gently caressed the side of the cup and got straight to the point. “More than twenty years ago, ‘Green Bird’ made its fortune in the west through poaching, and the organization gradually grew. On the one hand, they poached and smuggled wild animals, and sold fur and other valuable animal products; on the other hand, they plundered and stole rare pets to extort high ransoms from their owners.”

“Ten years ago, with the change in relevant laws, ‘Green Bird’ was severely cracked down on and gradually fell silent in the country.”

“But recently, ‘Green Bird’ has started to become active again.”

After saying this superficial information that anyone could find, Ye Zhao paused slightly. “I wonder if you two would like a piece of the pie.”

Her words did not state her own position, and the last sentence was an undisguised test.

Everyone present was a shrewd person, and it was impossible for them not to have distinguished between friend and foe beforehand.

These words were just a request for Lin and Bai to show their sincerity.

Lin Song’s brow furrowed slightly. She took out a stack of documents from her leather bag and placed them in the center of the table.

…

The four sat around the table and talked from late at night until dawn, and successfully reached a cooperation.

Bai Zhiwan said with a certain implication, “This Sunday night, I will be hosting a banquet in B-City. The invitation will be sent later. I hope you will all be able to attend.”

“Of course.”

The atmosphere relaxed a little. Ye Zhao stood up and opened the window, letting the cool and fresh morning breeze in.

The cute, bright yellow cover of the magazine on the table was lifted by the wind, making a rustling sound.

This movement attracted Bai Zhiwan’s casual glance, and her gaze immediately sharpened.

She said, as if unintentionally, “CEO Ye, is this a popular magazine in the country?”

“Mhm, it’s very well-written,” Ye Zhao raised an eyebrow lightly. “Is CEO Bai interested? You can take it and have a look.”

Bai Zhiwan took the magazine, and her soft, white fingertips gently caressed a small line of text on the title page.

She particularly focused on the two characters “Wu Shu.”

“I just saw a familiar name.”

She smiled elegantly. “It reminded me of the little animal that secretly ran away from home.”

“…I was just worrying about where to catch her.”

The woman’s voice was as soft as an evening breeze blowing past a branch, but each word was bitten out with a clear and underlying force.

Like a vast and resilient fine net, with a fatal danger of being tightly entangled, from which nothing could escape.

…

“Achoo!”

The panther’s sharp, jade-green eyes narrowed slightly.

In the early morning procurement market, the small key repair shop, which had been closed for several days, had finally opened for business. The old woman skillfully repaired the key that had been bent by brute force.

She said with a smile, “The people nearby said that a pretty young lady has been coming to my shop every day lately, anxious to get a key repaired. It must be very important to you. You should take good care of it next time.”

After speaking, she handed over the key and also gave her a red string to hang it on.

“…Thank you.”

Wu Shu hesitated to speak, paid, and held the key in her hand.

She turned and left, walking alone in the small alley.

Recalling the old woman’s words just now, a deep and indifferent meaning flashed in her eyes.

As if remembering something, she let out a low, cold snort. “It’s not important at all.”

A bird fluttered past on the side.

She looked up and her brow twitched slightly.

She immediately unfolded the red string in her hand, carefully threaded the key on, and carefully wore it around her neck.

It was definitely not because she was afraid the key would be snatched away by a bird.

It was mainly because it was a little inconvenient to hold.

***

The blackout curtains were drawn tight, and the bedroom was completely dark, perfect for a deep sleep.

Ye Qingyu was woken up by something fluffy rubbing against her.

She slowly opened her eyes and felt the woman in her arms clinging to her, as if asking for something.

Her soft, long, curly hair thus brushed against her neck.

Ye Qingyu’s arm, wrapped around the woman’s waist, tightened.

The little red panda immediately let out a contented, soft “ying” and then settled down, her sleep serene.

So she was just asking for a hug.

Ye Qingyu’s heart softened. She raised a hand to poke her beautiful boss’s lip and saw the small, white, cute tips of a beast’s teeth.

The little beast instinctively and lightly licked the tip of its teeth, and its wet, pink tongue inadvertently brushed against her finger.

Ye Qingyu’s fingertips trembled slightly.

The memory of last night began to surge in her mind, and her eyes unconsciously became deep and dark.

When Pei the Red Panda finally woke up in a daze, Ye Qingyu still hadn’t figured out how to talk to her beautiful boss about last night.

At that time, taking advantage of the surging heat in her heart and the intimacy of their skin pressed together, she had gathered the courage to ask the red panda about her feelings.

Now that her reason had returned, she was suddenly a little hesitant.

It wasn’t that she was afraid—

She was not a fool.

Last night, when the red panda was in a hot and damp state, the way she had repeatedly called her name in a pitiful, choked voice could not have been without a trace of affection.

It was just that, if she were to hastily ask the red panda for a confession of love now, due to the sudden physical progress, it might make the dazed little beast unable to distinguish between passion and love from now on.

And Ye Qingyu wanted something purer.

Without inducement, without urging.

It was the joy that the red panda, after fully understanding, would take the initiative to tell her.

Because she loved the red panda so purely.

With this thought, Ye Qingyu gently pushed aside Pei the Red Panda’s slightly messy hair and helped the woman sit up.

She smoothed her fur and asked in a soft voice, “Are you awake?”

Pei the Red Panda’s eyes were half-closed, and she let out a light “Mhm.”

She moved her body.

Last night, she had been nourished by the spring rain in time. At this moment, her body did not feel much comfort, but was full of a post-satiation emptiness and discomfort.

It must have been the lingering heat of her heat.

She turned her head to look at Ye Qingyu, her gaze tracing over the young woman’s lovely and fresh features, and her throat moved slightly.

She raised her hand and easily pushed down the unguarded human.

She then straddled the human.

This position was overly familiar.

Ye Qingyu’s chest tightened, and she looked up at her beautiful boss, not understanding. “…Boss Pei?”

Pei Rong lazily nuzzled her shoulder, her just-woken-up voice a little hoarse.

“Like last night, I want more.”

Ye Qingyu’s eyes widened slightly. “…”

This pleasure-seeking little red panda could actually carry out her “flirt but not take responsibility” attitude to the end, and now she even wanted to use her to set off another fireworks show.

How could she?

Seeing the human not move, her posture not very cooperative, Pei the Red Panda blinked her misty eyes and nuzzled the other’s nose with her own.

“Ye Qingyu.”

“…”

Before her was the woman’s peach blossom eyes, just inches away, and on her nose was the warm and intimate touch. Ye Qingyu was like a little puppy being gently called by its master, and her gaze unconsciously softened, and she surrendered, at her beck and call.

The sound of rustling fabric on the bedsheets, and an occasional low whimper and soft murmur.

When her beautiful boss was trembling and lying on her shoulder, and finally let out a satiated sigh at the end of the fireworks—

Ye Qingyu’s chest rose and fell slightly, her gaze unfocused as she looked at the messy bed in the dim light.

She belatedly realized…

She seemed to be having sex before love with her beautiful boss.