All My Colleagues Are Animals 68

Chapter 68

“You don’t seem to really like me. You just think I’m fluffy.”

The little red panda she cherished was curled up in a ball of grievance, her pitiful complaint muffled in her large, fluffy tail, and through her sobs, she sounded a little indistinct.

Ye Qingyu’s breath hitched, and she felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, pressing on it until it hurt.

Stunned for a moment, countless thoughts surged in her mind.

The dim light outlined her young features, showing a certain inexperienced helplessness.

“Why do you think that?”

The moment she asked, she already had the answer in her heart.

After all, it was the first time in her life that she had tasted love, especially for a special, dazed little red panda who could transform into a human, and she could not treat it in an ordinary way at all.

She was careful, afraid that being too forward would make the little red panda uncomfortable, afraid that a hasty guide would make the little red panda unable to distinguish between love and lust.

Because she cherished her too much, she unconsciously took on the responsibility and chose to suppress all her desires—

Ye Qingyu made herself stand like a tree.

Straight and tall, as if she had no fervent desires.

She let the little red panda climb, roll, play, and explore on her at will, hoping that the little red panda would thus freely and relaxedly and slowly come to understand the tree’s shape and posture, the tree’s desires and persistence.

And thus, gradually, truly fall in love with a tree.

But she had forgotten that a tree’s silent acceptance and indulgence, its difficult restraint and tolerance, sometimes just looked like a detached lack of emotion.

And so, in the end, it had left the little beast so disappointed.

After her pitiful complaint, Pei the Red Panda perked up her furry ears and, her paws clutching the bedsheet, waited for the young woman to speak.

“Why do you think that?”

A low, hoarse voice slowly came from behind her.

Pei the Red Panda had been waiting for Ye Qingyu to say this.

A red panda cannot tolerate a single bit of grievance.

The thoughts that had been churning in her heart just now, fermenting and swelling with a sourness, now, following the human’s question, gushed out uncontrollably.

A thought struck her, and she transformed into her human form.

She turned around and, with a tear-streaked face, said:

“You’re always so fond of my red panda form, but you deliberately keep your distance from my human form.”

“You gently and patiently bathe my red panda form, and even feed me sweet mangosteens to coax me, but your first reaction when I suddenly transform into my human form is to pull your hands away.”

“Just now, when we were rubbing, I was sitting on you, and I thought you were particularly delectable, and I couldn’t help but pet and bite you. But you would rather pinch yourself than touch me, as if you don’t like to cuddle me at all!”

The more Pei the Red Panda complained, the more wronged she felt, and her peach blossom eyes were like they had been shattered by a sudden, dense spring rain, hot tears streaming down.

Her stunning face was flushed crimson from crying, looking extremely fragile and pitiful.

“You don’t seem to like me at all… Mmm…”

Pei the Red Panda’s peach blossom eyes suddenly widened.

Their noses brushed, and their hot and rapid breaths intertwined, and the soft touch on her lips was clear.

The words on her lips were blocked, and Pei the Red Panda’s thoughts crashed for a moment, and she instantly forgot the content of her complaint.

She only felt her entire heart pounding, and a strange numbness shot through her limbs.

After a moment, Ye Qingyu gently pulled away, releasing those fragrant and soft red lips.

Her gaze lingered for a few seconds, then she looked up and met her shimmering peach blossom eyes.

“I’ve thought about it countless times.”

She looked at Pei the Red Panda’s unfocused gaze and raised a hand, her fingertips gently and carefully wiping the clear tears from her cheeks.

“From a long time ago, I would think about it when I was walking, when I was sitting quietly, when I was with you during the fireworks, when you were asleep in my arms…”

“Watching your lips part and close when you speak, and even just occasionally licking the tip of your teeth, I would unconsciously think…”

“—What would it feel like to kiss you?”

“A red panda eats a lot of fruit every day. Kissing you should be clear and sweet, your lips and teeth all fragrant.”

As she spoke, her fingertips unhurriedly and gently rubbed the woman’s rounded ear, which was hidden in her long, curly hair and was red and soft from crying.

“Because I really like you that much.”

“Every time I just think about it, my heart will quietly pound for a long time.”

“…”

Pei the Red Panda’s heart trembled at the words, and she unconsciously held her breath.

Her misty peach blossom eyes, through a thin fog, stared at the young woman without a moment’s pause, easily catching the dangerous desire that had appeared on that gentle and clear face.

And so, instinctively, she couldn’t help but stick out her pink tongue and lick the tip of her teeth.

Ye Qingyu’s clear and deep gaze suddenly darkened.

Her throat moved slightly. “Yes, just like this.”

After speaking, she gently held the woman’s chin and, lowering her head slightly, her lips once again carefully pressed against her wet red lips for a moment.

“…I’ve always been so unscrupulously coveting Boss Pei like this.”

Ye Qingyu murmured in a low voice, her lips caressing the woman’s lips as she spoke.

Pei the Red Panda’s back tingled from the caress, and her fair, rounded toes curled up.

Her heart was beating too fast. She couldn’t help but raise a hand to clutch Ye Qingyu’s nightgown collar and, unconsciously and helplessly, called out, “Ye Qingyu.”

“Mhm.”

Ye Qingyu’s kiss pulled away slightly, and then continued to peck at the side.

Her wet cheeks, her flushed peach blossom eye corners, her chin, where crystalline teardrops had gathered, her exquisite and cute nose tip, her sparkling lashes.

The kisses landed on every inch, cherished and dense.

With every light peck, when her lips separated from the woman’s wet skin, they would make a reluctant and sticky, subtle sound.

In the quiet night, it showed a certain wanton ambiguity.

Between the kisses, a hard-to-suppress, light and devout sigh would also escape.

“I like you.”

It fell on Pei the Red Panda’s ear, making the tips of her thick lashes unconsciously tremble with it.

The grievance, the heartache, and the emptiness from just now seemed to be gradually filled to the brim by the young woman’s cherished pecks and gentle confession.

Her heart pounded, and an unnamed emotion was overflowing, almost unbearable.

“Ye Qingyu.”

She called out, panting.

“Hm?” Ye Qingyu paused slightly and, still wanting more, pulled away a little.

“Kiss me again.”

Pei the Red Panda lifted her head, her fingertips tightly clutching the human’s collar.

Her pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes were misty with affection, her red lips opened and closed, and she asked softly.

“Quick.”

Ye Qingyu’s breath hitched, and she felt a scorching heat suddenly pour into her chest.

The gentleness she had been trying so hard to restrain was suddenly washed away by this heat. She panted lightly and, lowering her head, kissed her anxiously.

There was no experience or technique, only the instinct to covet the other person.

Inexperiencedly, she pressed, caressed, and sucked.

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

The deep night around them seemed to fade away, and all her senses were concentrated on this scalding kiss.

She could feel Pei Rong’s trembling and scorching breath, the way she helplessly hooked her neck, the itch of her restless lashes brushing against her cheek, and the low whimper that escaped her throat.

The hand behind her back couldn’t help but move down, seeking out the woman’s hand.

Her fingertips squeezed between her fingers and pressed them tightly onto the bed.

By the end of the kiss, their lips were a little swollen and sore.

She lingered and pressed against them again, then reluctantly separated.

As they caught their breath, they held each other tightly.

Pei the Red Panda was nestled in the crook of the human’s shoulder and felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

“I like kissing,” she said, her voice lazy.

There was clearly not the same intense pleasure and stimulation as when she was rubbing against the tree and having fireworks, but kissing made a red panda’s spine tingle, and her mood was soft and full, and all her unease was instantly annihilated in the human’s cherished care.

Hearing this, Ye Qingyu’s eyes cleared a little.

Her throat moved slightly. “Then, compared to rubbing against me, which does Boss Pei prefer?”

“Kissing.”

Pei the Red Panda said without hesitation.

She complained, “When we kiss, my heart is very content; when we rub, you don’t move, which makes a little panda sad.”

Compared to pure physical pleasure, a red panda clearly preferred and enjoyed emotional intimacy.

Even though she had had no concept of it before, she had instinctively and completely distinguished between them in her feelings.

And so, this simple and direct expression, without any technique, sounded like a love confession in the human’s ears.

Ye Qingyu was slightly stunned, then she held the red panda tightly, and a smile spread from the curve of her lips to her entire face.

She couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

That laughter, falling on her ear, soaked by the passion of just now, sounded quite magnetic and pleasant.

Pei the Red Panda’s heart felt a little hot at the sound, and then she unhappily and indistinctly bit the side of the human’s neck.

“I said I was sad just now. How can you still be laughing?”

She was about to get into a mood.

“I’m sorry.”

Ye Qingyu apologized softly. “Then do you still feel sad now?”

“Mmm, a little,” Pei the Red Panda answered lazily.

Ye Qingyu lowered her eyes and hesitated for a moment, then finally let out a light sigh.

“Do you still remember the science materials I showed you before?”

This question was a little abrupt.

Pei the Red Panda thought for a moment and clearly recalled the hot and damp content of those words.

“…I remember. What’s wrong?”

“Actually, when you were rubbing against me, my mind couldn’t help but think about those things.”

Ye Qingyu pulled away slightly, and a certain helplessness and meekness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The young woman’s face was gentle and innocent, yet as her lips opened and closed, she confessed her damp, unseemly inner self word by word:

“I didn’t want to confess this, because it’s really terrible to say.”

“Every single word in those science materials… is something I want to experience with you all night.”

“I was so deeply coveting you.”

“That’s why I didn’t dare to move at all, even pinching my own arm.”

“Now, do you still feel sad?”

Pei the Red Panda’s peach blossom eyes widened.

She was immediately reminded of the dream she had had this morning while dozing off.

The dim and messy bed, her and the human, a night of absurd and tearful indulgence.

Afterwards, the little red panda’s tail was sore and her paws were weak, and she couldn’t even climb the scholar tree in the backyard, and in the end, she had collapsed limply on the grass in front of the other small animals.

Pei the Red Panda’s breath hitched.

So it wasn’t just a dream, but it could be real!

“…”

The next second, the bedsheets rustled.

The little red panda, who had just been clinging to the human, now suddenly pulled away.

But she was unwilling to show fear, as if it would make her, a little panda, seem very timid.

And so, she lifted her chin and proudly declared, “Ye Qingyu, I am not that kind of red panda.”

She, a little panda, was one who took her face as seriously as she took her apples.

Ye Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mhm,” she said, her throat moving slightly, her gaze clear and deep. “Then I’ll listen to you. I’ll be obedient and not move in the future either.”

The fireworks had already gone off tonight, and they had also kissed and cuddled. Pei the Red Panda was temporarily content in body and soul.

The well-fed do not know hunger.

She had apparently forgotten how she had been sitting on the human’s lap at night, crying so pitifully because she hadn’t gotten the other’s active cuddling, and she nodded seriously. “Mhm.”

“Then it’s a promise. A red panda’s word is her bond.”

Ye Qingyu said with great gentleness.

The little red panda did not yet know the wickedness of humans and fell into the trap with one paw.

“Of course,” she answered with a spirited air.