My Cat Turned Beastman Won't Stop Kissing My Neck

Great. I’m dying of social embarrassment.

But I haven’t quite died yet.

Because Yin Zhi was still right there, staring at her.

Wen Qian’s head was buzzing. She wanted to grab her phone, but her hands were still pinned down by Yin Zhi.

Giving up, she flopped onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut.

The two remained in a stalemate. Perhaps the sunlight was just too warm, because after a moment, Wen Qian’s eyelids started to feel heavy.

Seeing her drowsy expression, the tightness in Yin Zhi’s chest grew even more unbearable.

After another moment passed with Wen Qian still not moving, the young man bit his lip. "So, who do you choose?"

As he asked the question, Yin Zhi felt a surge of grievance. He was clearly the first one to mark her, yet that damned snake had beaten him to the punch like this.

Wen Qian had been on the verge of sleep, but when she felt the pressure on her wrists loosen, she instantly became more alert.

She hadn’t heard a word Yin Zhi said. Her first instinct was to grab the phone on the bed... Tapping it open, she saw three unread messages.

Every single one was from Gu Mian.

A Mian: Is Qianqian awake yet?

A Mian: I went too far yesterday. I’ll be more careful next time.

A Mian: [Image]

It was another pulse-pounding picture.

Wen Qian instinctively glanced at Yin Zhi. Seeing the young man looking away with a cold expression, she quickly tapped out a line of text in the chat box...

The next second, however, her palm was suddenly empty. The phone she’d been holding was snatched away by Yin Zhi.

"Give it back..."

Wen Qian’s face instantly flushed crimson as she scrambled up to snatch it back.

But the moment she reached out, Yin Zhi slammed her back down onto the bed.

He tapped open the image. A man’s naked torso filled the screen. The dark red marks on his muscles seemed to be declaring sovereignty, taunting him through the display.

Finally, he saw the unsent message in the chat box: "Those marks are so sexy."

"Fuck..."

It was rare for the young man to curse.

He threw the phone aside, pinning the girl’s hands with one of his own while ripping off his shirt with the other.

"My phone!!"

Wen Qian’s heart bled at the sound of the heavy THUD.

She struggled to push him away, but the moment she moved, the young man hauled her up.

"You’re really something, Wen Qian..."

As he spoke, the young man stripped off his shirt in a few swift motions and tossed it aside, revealing his firm, powerful torso.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and defined muscles... The sight made the tips of Wen Qian’s ears burn.

"Here, let’s see just how sexy it is."

He raised a brow, unhurried. The nearly one-point-nine-meter-tall man unbuckled his belt with one hand, revealing a set of sharply defined abs.

Wen Qian flinched instinctively. There was a smile in his eyes, but the sight of it sent a chill through her heart.

The next second, the young man seized her chin. The rough pads of his fingers pressed heavily against her lips. His voice was hoarse. "Looks like I’ll have to trouble you."

Then, his gaze fell on the leather belt he’d tossed aside. He gave a wicked smile. "And trouble it, too."

...

It wasn’t until dinnertime that Wen Qian finally crawled out from under the covers, her legs like jelly.

She turned and glared fiercely at the sated man. Just as she was about to get out of bed, a warm arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace.

’Seriously... what gives?!’

Yin Zhi leaned back against the headboard, eyelids half-lowered, lazily watching her movements.

"Can you please let me go..." Wen Qian gritted her teeth, but the sound of her own voice made her blush.

"Didn’t you enjoy it just now?" Yin Zhi leaned in, grazing his chin against her neck before sucking on her earlobe.

His actions made Wen Qian’s body go weak, and what little composure she’d managed to muster evaporated. She tried to push him away, but the moment her palms touched his warm chest, she curled up like a cooked shrimp.

"Can you please stop..." Wen Qian tried to shrink away, but the next second, Yin Zhi’s hand closed around her neck.

"Count." His gaze traveled down her neck, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. The look in his eyes was deeply suggestive.

"Count what...?" Wen Qian was on the verge of tears.

He pulled the covers down, revealing his own firm chest.

"Who has more? Him, or me."

"..."

When Yin Zhi got up to make dinner, Wen Qian was still sprawled under the covers.

She closed her eyes, feeling completely drained. ’All that energy,’ she thought. ’What a waste he’s not a farmer.’

But the thought had barely formed before she wanted to slap herself.

Forcing herself to ignore the soreness in her body, she got out of bed and retrieved her phone from the corner where Yin Zhi had thrown it. The screen protector was cracked, but the screen itself was fine.

Wen Qian unlocked the phone, deleted the unsent message, and replaced it with, "Sorry, my phone just died."

The man on the other end replied almost instantly, also sending a picture of his meal.

Three dishes and a soup—it looked like a feast.

A Mian: Have you eaten yet, Qianqian?

Just as Wen Qian was about to reply, the door to the room was suddenly thrown open.

Seeing Yin Zhi’s handsome face, she immediately hid her phone under the covers.

"Wh-what’s wrong?" Wen Qian asked, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Just ordered takeout," the man replied quickly. He then took two steps forward and reached for her blanket.

"What are you doing now!"

Wen Qian’s face flushed as she tried to pull away.

With a frown, Yin Zhi simply scooped her up, blankets and all.

He carried her to the bathroom, and moments later, the sound of running water mingled with Wen Qian’s indignant cries.

...

「Dinnertime.」

When Wen Qian came downstairs, Shen Muqing and the Little Fox were still battling it out in their game.

After Wen Qian had left, they’d switched to a 3v3 competitive arena game.

Shen Muqing had played this game before, so his level and experience were both higher than the Little Fox’s. He’d managed to beat him three times in a row.

The Little Fox didn’t usually care about winning or losing, but Shen Muqing kept taunting him after each victory, which finally ignited his competitive spirit.

The two of them played match after match, showing no signs of stopping even as it grew dark.

After her shower, Wen Qian had wanted to change into a turtleneck, but Yin Zhi refused to let her, even deliberately biting her neck.

The bite was painful enough that Wen Qian slapped him, but the idiot just grinned cheekily and offered his own neck to her, telling her to bite him back.

’She wasn’t a Beastman; why would she go around biting people?’

’Besides... even if she were going to bite him, did it have to be on the neck?’

’Weren’t there enough places on his body that she’d already bitten?’

"Tired? Should I carry you?" As they went downstairs, Yin Zhi even hooked her hand suggestively with his tail.

"I wouldn’t be tired if you’d just stay away from me." Wen Qian shot him a fierce glare and tried to pull away.

Sure enough, she had barely taken a step before the man forcefully pulled her back.

Their eyes met. The man’s lips curved into a handsome smile. "Qianqian, I could never stay far from you."

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