Chapter 913 - 932

The lights went out.

In the dark and silent room, Qiuqiu lay down completely.

The panda wondered if he should go sleep under the bed, but before he could come to a conclusion, Qiuqiu lifted the blanket and pulled him under.

Alright, sharing a bed was inevitable.

Just as Mo Si thought that was the end of it, a sinful hand suddenly reached toward his butt. His entire panda body tensed, his fur nearly standing on end. But this wasn’t the end; it was only the beginning.

The hand slowly slid from his butt to his back, and then to his belly. She suddenly moved closer—very close. He could feel her leaning against him. The caress in the dark made him want to let out little squeaks. However, the hand’s movements gradually slowed down, and the breathing in the room became steady and rhythmic. Everything grew light and shallow, and he held himself back.

He figured Qiuqiu needed to rest.

This thought slowly blurred from a firm resolve into vagueness, and amidst his inner struggle, Mo Si unknowingly fell asleep.

Morning came.

The bedroom was a bit messy. The blanket was misshapen, Mo Si’s clothes were torn open and tossed on the bed, and his belt was a tangled mess. Beneath the covers, two human-shaped lumps protruded.

Evidently, the source of Mo Si’s spiritual power had calmed down, and he had transformed back from a panda into a human.

His long-established biological clock caused Mo Si’s eyes to snap open. The faint morning light, the quiet atmosphere, and the warmth in his arms made him freeze for a moment, disoriented. But quickly, he looked down at himself.

"..."

His mind nearly exploded, and his face flushed a deep crimson. He slowly got up and slipped one leg into yesterday’s pants, only to discover they were torn.

And they were torn in a very sexy way. They hid absolutely nothing.

He hurriedly took the pants back off, wanting to get a new pair from the wardrobe.

But it was already six o’clock.

That same powerful biological clock also caused Jiang Qiuqiu, who liked to do spiritual power stretching exercises in the morning, to open her eyes.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and quickly sat up. The RUSTLE of the sheets immediately caught her boyfriend’s attention, and Mo Si instinctively turned toward the sound. Since there was such a large figure right there in the room, Qiuqiu also instinctively looked at him.

Their eyes met.

Neck, shoulders, pectorals, abs, Adonis belt...

Qiuqiu inhaled sharply, then quickly raised her hands, seemingly covering her eyes but leaving several wide gaps between her fingers.

"Brother Mo Si?"

"..."

"Don’t call me that."

"Why not?" Jiang Qiuqiu asked, despite knowing the answer perfectly well. "Do you not like hearing it?"

"You know why." Since it was morning, Mo Si’s hoarse voice sounded even deeper. "It’s precisely because I like it that I don’t want to hear it."

Qiuqiu knew that the current Mo Si was already a bit dangerous. If she wanted this to be a "peaceful" morning, she should immediately lie down, hide under the covers, and let him properly put his clothes on. He had immense self-control; once dressed, he would instantly revert to Admiral Mo Si.

But inexplicably, in this moment—perhaps because winter was too cold and made one crave warmth, or perhaps because their prolonged separation had caused her longing to burst its dam on some ordinary morning—Qiuqiu felt like playing with fire.

She threw off the covers and stood up on the bed. From that vantage point, she appeared slightly taller than Mo Si.

Looking down from above, she said, "I saw everything."

"..."

Mo Si tried to turn around. As he did, Jiang Qiuqiu leaped off the bed in a single bound. Closing the distance in a couple of quick strides, she stepped right behind him and—SMACK—slapped his butt.