7. The Handsome Man Climbing onto the Bed
Late at night, Vance comfortably soaked in a hot bath, then collapsed languidly onto her bed. Her previously chaotic thoughts, after an hour of steaming in the bathroom, felt completely renewed.
Vance sighed contentedly and rolled around in the soft blankets.
“Huh? Why does this feel different?”
Why was the bed uneven?
She raised her hand to pat the slightly raised blanket. Something felt off... she patted again.
Beneath the bed seemed to be a living thing? This chilling realization instantly jolted her already relaxed mind.
She sat dazed on the edge of the bed, her mind going blank.
Until she saw a slightly disheveled red-haired handsome man lift the corner of the blanket, sleepily staring at Vance: “Don’t touch.”
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!!
How did a man end up sleeping under her blanket?!
Vance’s eyes widened as she tried to retreat but instead fell back onto the bed. “Xumo, why are you in my bed?”
The man blinked slowly. “Oh, this is your bed?”
He rubbed himself against the pink cat-shaped pillow, his narrow fox-like eyes comfortably squinting. “Just borrowing your bed for the night. Hope you don’t mind?”
Seeing how casually familiar he was, Vance stiffened for a second before firmly deciding to reclaim sole ownership of her bed.
She grabbed the blanket and yanked it back abruptly, but unexpectedly, Xumo’s hand, which had been tightly holding the blanket, suddenly relaxed.
“Ah!—”
Vance screamed and shut her eyes.
The world had gone downhill! Shameless! Lacking any sense of decency!
He was lying on her soft, pink bed wearing nothing but gray shorts!!
She even vaguely saw the outline!
“Bang!—”
The sturdy door was kicked open, stirring up a cloud of dust.
“Soft-soft, what’s wrong?” Hearing the scream and fearing something had happened to Vance, Lion immediately dashed from his room, even kicking the door down.
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So he saw Xumo, the flamboyant fox, completely naked, lying on the bed like a gift, and even showing displeasure at being disturbed.
Vance had only closed her eyes for a moment just now; now she dared only to keep them open, afraid that if she closed them again, too vivid and scandalous images would flood her mind.
“Xumo, when did you get into my bed? I clearly remember locking the door,” Vance said, blushing deeply, staring at the petals on the blanket.
Xumo propped himself up, his strong, well-toned body unabashedly displayed in the air.
A smile curled at the corner of his lips, a pale tear mole at the edge of his eye adding to his charm, though unfortunately, his seductive gaze was wasted on a blind person.
“I was passing by your room and saw the door half-open. I thought you forgot to close it, so I came in to shut and lock it for you. I was also worried you might be scared alone, so I stayed with you out of kindness.
“Didn’t expect you’d be upset.”
Vance wanted to argue but instinctively looked up and saw the pale, beautiful body again. She quickly turned her gaze away, her face flushed. “Put on your clothes first!”
Xumo stood, picking up his scattered robe from the floor and casually tying it around him. “Better now.”
Vance tentatively looked back but couldn’t help noticing the open collar revealing almost his entire chest, with the thin fabric adding a subtle, teasing allure.
She had to admit, if he became a male model, he’d be top-tier.
“Xumo, go back to your own room. Don’t enter mine without my permission,” Vance said seriously, taking several deep breaths.
“As you command, Lady Soft-soft,” Xumo said playfully.
Seeing he really intended to leave, Vance felt relieved.
“Soft-soft, what just happened?” The ignored Lion spoke again, frowning deeply, guessing that fox must have done something excessive.
Vance was puzzled. Didn’t Lion see everything just now? Why ask her?
“Nothing.”
In the understanding of male beastmen, climbing into the female master’s bed was neither shameful nor strange. Once the female gave “consent,” the male beastman was expected to clean himself and serve her in bed.
Such “consent” usually involved intimate physical contact.
Therefore, Lion also assumed Vance needed Xumo’s service tonight.
“It’s late. Both of you should go back to your rooms and sleep,” Vance dismissed Lion as well.
“Oh, okay,” Lion retreated to the door and closed it.
But the door swung open on its own.
Lion peered out apologetically. “The lock broke when I kicked it down. Soft-soft, if you don’t mind, you can sleep in my room.”
“No need. You should rest now. We’ll fix the lock in the morning,” Vance replied.
Before the door fully closed, Vance caught a glimpse of Xumo’s side profile as he smiled lightly, his gaze gently looking down at her.
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After the two left, Vance hurriedly dragged the bedside table to the door to block it.
Returning to her bed, she noticed the other half showed clear signs of use. Disgusted, she tidied the sheets thoroughly.
“Phew...” She breathed out deeply and happily slipped into the warm, soft covers.
Perhaps already exhausted from the day, she quickly fell asleep with her head on the pillow.
A faint, darkly alluring fragrance lingered softly at her nostrils.
On the way out, Lion called after Xumo, “What did you just do to Soft-soft?”
Xumo raised an eyebrow and countered, “What do you think I did to her?”
“How would I know? You know best what you did!” Though barely containing his anger, he lowered his voice to avoid disturbing Vance.
“Stop. I’m too lazy to argue with you, dumb Lion.
“Of course, I did what’s expected of a beast husband,” Xumo smiled.
“Well, you can’t do anything that makes her unhappy.” Lion’s face turned pale with anger, his hands clenched into fists.
The amusement in Xumo’s eyes gradually turned cold. “So what if I did? Look at you now, acting like you cherish her. Have you forgotten how she treated you before?”
The golden curls seemed to wilt slightly. His blue eyes dropped, lips pressed for a moment, then stubbornly said, “None of your business.”
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