He raised an eyebrow, asked no further questions, and gently rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips. Listening to the rustling sounds upstairs, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips.
Ten minutes later, Yu Jiuyuan returned.
She wore a pure white silk nightgown, the hem of which barely covered her upper thighs, with a fluffy fox tail trailing behind her, and ears standing upright in her hair, swaying gently with her movements.
The blue light from the pinky ring shone just right, reflecting the cunning and ingratiating look in her eyes.
"Sheng Han." She walked up to him, knelt down, and looked up at him like a small animal, "Please..."
The air froze instantly.
Rong Shenghan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand gripping the wine glass tightened, causing the wine to ripple.
He watched her lie obediently on the carpet, the tip of her tail gently brushing against his ankle, and suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a sigh of relief.
“Yu Jiuyuan,” he leaned down and pinched her fox ears with his fingertips, his voice hoarse, “you really are… capable of anything.”
She looked up, her nose brushing against his knee, her voice sickeningly sweet: "Because it's you."
He didn't say anything more, but simply picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Dusk streamed in through the French windows, casting long shadows of the two. The sound of a fox's tail brushing against the carpet mingled with her soft whispers, like a tender love poem.
This time, he didn't let her do it herself.
When the kiss landed, it carried the rich aroma of red wine and the precious feeling of something lost and then regained.
He kissed the corner of her eye, kissed her pinky ring, and kissed the red mark on her lower back where the tail decoration had rubbed against her, his movements as gentle as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.
“I remember,” he whispered in her ear, gently tugging at the fox’s tail with his fingertips, “your tail can only wag towards me.”
Yu Jiuyuan laughed hysterically in his arms, her fingertips tracing his abdominal muscles, lightly touching the old scar: "Yes, my master."
The blue light of the pinky ring shone with the softest luster in the twilight, like a sapphire bathed in moonlight.
Rong Shenghan's positive emotional fluctuations had already surpassed their peak. All the surging jealousy and unease had turned into tenderness on this night filled with a touch of romance.
The three days of coaxing and persuasion felt like a long process of taming and being tamed.
She lowered her head, he yielded, and finally, in each other's body heat, they found the most comfortable position.
As the moon rose outside the window, Yu Jiuyuan nestled in Rong Shenghan's arms, playing with his fingers.
His hands were warm, warming her pinky ring as if it were a mark truly belonging to each other.
"Where do you want to go tomorrow?" He kissed the top of her head, his voice languidly satisfied.
"I'm not going anywhere." She snuggled deeper into his arms, her fox tail gently resting on his leg. "I just want to stay with you."
Anyway, they have a lifetime to play this game.
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