Chapter 105: A Male Daji, Simply Irresistible

While the Little Fox was still lucid, Wen Qian grabbed the fever reducer and handed it to him.

This time, the Little Fox was very obedient and swallowed the medicine right away. Before Wen Qian could pull her hand back, he licked her fingertips twice.

Wen Qian was startled, her entire face flushing red.

’Are these guys completely unaware of how good-looking they are?’ she thought. ’If my willpower were any weaker, I would’ve pounced on him by now.’

She’d been single for almost 22 years—not 2, not 12... Faced with such a top-tier handsome man, it was really hard for her heart not to flutter.

What’s more, he was a fox.

"When we go to sleep... can you turn into a fox?" After putting the medicine away, Wen Qian asked Qi Ke with her back turned.

The Little Fox froze for a moment, then his brows shot up as he processed her words. "No."

He remembered perfectly well how she slept with that damn tiger every day back in City A.

Why did *he* have to turn into an animal for her?

"Alright..." Wen Qian sighed. Then, under Qi Ke’s softening gaze, she muttered, "Yin Zhi’s room is empty, anyway."

"You can’t!" Instantly, the faint blush on the Little Fox’s face drained away, leaving it a few shades paler.

He didn’t know where the strength came from, but he shot up and grabbed Wen Qian’s wrist. The next second, the world spun, and he pulled her into his arms, right on top of the covers.

His pectoral muscles were faintly visible beneath the thin fabric, and the firm feeling made Wen Qian’s entire body go rigid.

She even forgot to resist, her eyes glued to his nearly perfect collarbones as she gulped repeatedly.

His long, fox-like eyes had grown misty, and their corners were tinged with a faint red.

His well-defined, thin lips moved, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you not going to keep me anymore?"

Wen Qian’s breathing instantly fell into disarray. She stared wide-eyed, completely unsure of what to do next.

’Heavens... A male Daji!’

But the next second, the man clasped the back of her head, grabbed her waist, and made her sit on him in an extremely indecent posture.

His warm breath washed over her. He frowned in displeasure. "I’m asking you a question."

Wen Qian snapped back to her senses and nodded frantically under his insistent questioning. "I’ll keep you, I-I’ll keep... keep you!"

"That’s good." The young man’s expression softened for a moment. He pressed her into his embrace, nuzzling the side of her face with the tip of his nose. Then, he gave her waist a gentle squeeze or two.

Flustered, Wen Qian placed her hands against his chest, an intense heat immediately rising from under her palms.

’He’s so hot.’

"Let... let go first..." Wen Qian didn’t know what else to say.

"I’m not letting go again." As the Little Fox moved, the blanket slid down a bit, revealing a swath of his chest.

He lifted his eyes, a teasing look directed at her. He then bent his knees, pulling her closer to him once more.

An intimate atmosphere swirled between them. The more she pulled back, the closer he got. The blanket in the room was thin, and Wen Qian could even feel the heat of his body...

"Does Qianqian like fox spirits?" he spoke again, his voice practically brushing against her lips.

Wen Qian’s mind went completely blank. The next second, the man grabbed her hand and forced her to press it against his Adam’s apple.

Then, little by little, he guided it down... to his chest.

Wen Qian felt her hand start to tremble. ’Who wouldn’t like a male fox spirit...?’ But she didn’t dare say it out loud.

Getting no answer, the man guided her hand further down. Strands of her soft hair fell before his face, but he didn’t avoid them, letting one wisp gently touch his lips...

’Wait... Can someone please get him under control?’

’This is so... criminal!’

Wen Qian was on the verge of tears, forcing herself to stay calm. But the young man clearly had no intention of letting her off the hook. He deliberately whispered, spraying his warm breath onto her earlobe. "Still not talking, hmm?"

Wen Qian: "I-I... I like them!"

Wen Qian finally understood why Daji was so bewitching. The Little Fox’s gaze was so intense it seemed to spin a web between them. Every one of his subtle little movements... was a classic seduction tactic.

Wen Qian was so entranced by him she felt dizzy. She didn’t even know when they started kissing.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qian climbed off the Little Fox, who had passed out... She looked down and tugged at her wrinkled clothes, her mind a complete blank.

If the Little Fox had been trying to seduce her, then it was obvious he had succeeded.

She felt as if a benevolent male deity had descended to Earth...

By now, the Little Fox had turned back into his animal form and was curled up in Wen Qian’s arms. He was sleeping soundly, his tail resting lightly on her waist. Whenever Wen Qian moved, the fluffy tail would tap her waist twice, as if in punishment.

Wen Qian wanted to cry but had no tears. But she wasn’t very clear-headed herself at this point. After the prolonged mental tension and a poor night’s sleep... she soon fell asleep too.

She slept well through the night.

Day finally broke.

Wen Qian opened her eyes as the first ray of sunlight slipped through a crack in the window.

The Little Fox was still asleep. Wen Qian reached out and touched his nose. Feeling the cool, wet sensation, she finally relaxed.

She gently moved the tail resting on her waist, then tiptoed into the bathroom.

Seeing the obvious marks on her neck, Wen Qian’s mind went blank with a BUZZ. She quickly darted back into the room and rummaged through the closet for a turtleneck sweater.

The clothes inside had been prepared for her by Yin Zhi; they had just arrived yesterday afternoon.

After changing, Wen Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She pulled open the door.

A familiar figure met her eyes.

Shen Mqing was pacing in circles in the hallway, arms crossed, lost in thought. Hearing the sound, he immediately looked up at Wen Qian.

Their eyes met, and the young man’s brows furrowed tightly. His eyes went wide. After a long moment of staring at Wen Qian, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "Scum woman!"

Wen Qian was stunned by his insult, but remembering what happened with the Little Fox yesterday, her face couldn’t help but burn.

’Wait, why am I feeling guilty...? No, wait, what business is it of his whether I’m a player or not!’

"Just you wait! When the Young Master gets back... he’ll immediately see your true colors!" Shen Mqing’s brows were tightly knitted, but if one looked closely, a hint of grievance could be detected in his expression.

Wen Qian rolled her eyes, clearly too lazy to argue with him.

In her eyes, Shen Mqing was just a child. There was no need for her to stoop to a child’s level.

Just as she was about to walk past him, the young man quickly stepped forward to block her path.

"Aren’t you going to explain?" Shen Mqing stared at her.

Wen Qian took a deep breath and, instead of answering, retorted, "Can you please move?"

"No!" Shen Mqing said, full of righteous indignation. He then stomped his foot in frustration. "You can’t be with him. Our noble Tiger Clan... cannot lose to a mere fox!"

’How could those cunning foxes, who trade on their looks, be worthy of the female the Young Master has taken a fancy to?’

’If Wen Qian really chose him, it would be too humiliating if word got out...’