Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 291-310

Chapter 291

Ren Qingyue lay beside Yan Zhao, slowly closing her eyes, trying to calm herself and get some rest.

She hadn't had her eyes closed for long when a heavy arm suddenly draped over her. Opening her eyes, she saw Yan Zhao had turned over, her head now resting against Ren Qingyue's shoulder. The soft breaths brushing against her neck sent a tingling sensation down her spine, awakening a memory.

The spot where Yan Zhao's tongue had licked earlier felt as if it was burning. Ren Qingyue sighed, reaching out to nudge Yan Zhao's head, hoping to get her to move a little to the side. It was too hot with her clinging so tightly.

But Yan Zhao, drunk and clinging like a stubborn patch of glue, held onto Ren Qingyue's waist without letting go, no matter how much Ren Qingyue tried to push her away. If not for Yan Zhao's steady breathing, Ren Qingyue might have thought this little rascal had woken up and was just pretending to be asleep to mess with her.

Seeing no other option, Ren Qingyue resigned herself to her fate. She recalled how, when she had transformed into a fox in the past, Yan Zhao would often hold her like this to sleep. Yan Zhao had a habit of hugging something in her arms as she slept. If her arms were empty, she couldn't sleep and would often wake up from nightmares during the night.

Thinking of this, Ren Qingyue's heart softened. Let her hug if she wants, she thought. Closing her eyes again, she tried to fall back asleep.

Suddenly, her thigh felt a weight pressing down on it. Yan Zhao had lifted her leg, wrapping it around Ren Qingyue like an octopus.

Ren Qingyue: "..."

Not a big deal. She decided to endure it a little longer.

After what felt like half an hour, Ren Qingyue was on the verge of falling asleep when she felt a heavy pressure on her chest, so much that she could barely breathe.

She woke up again and opened her eyes, only to see that Yan Zhao had completely turned over and was now lying on top of her, with most of her body sprawled across her.

Yan Zhao's head was resting comfortably on Ren Qingyue's chest, in a position that seemed just perfect for her, sleeping deeply.

Ren Qingyue: "..."

Meanwhile, in another room, Lei Shuang had just finished crying, her face still streaked with tears, and her eyes swollen. She had forgotten why she had been crying, distracted by Jiang Ying's teasing. The sadness faded, and suddenly she remembered she had won a bet with Jiang Ying. Grabbing Jiang Ying's wrist, she insisted that Jiang Ying fulfill her end of the wager.

"You remember wrong," Jiang Ying said, maintaining a serious expression.

"Huh?" Lei Shuang blinked rapidly, her brain trying to process the situation. Then, she flared up, "How could I remember wrong! It's impossible! I clearly won! Are you trying to weasel out of it?"

"You did win, I won't deny that," Jiang Ying calmly grabbed Lei Shuang's head, making her look directly at her, her tone deliberate and measured. "But you've got the bet wrong. The terms were that the loser has to dance—without clothes."

Lei Shuang: "?"

Is that right?

Seeing the confusion on Lei Shuang's face, Jiang Ying nodded calmly. "Yes, that's right."

Lei Shuang's fuzzy mind briefly cleared as she suspiciously scrutinized Jiang Ying. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Jiang Ying smiled, her tone playful but hiding her true feelings. "I like you so much, I've been pouring my heart out to you. Can't you feel it?"