The evening light had already faded into soft purple shadows outside the stone cave house by the time Lin Huahua felt the full weight of everything that had happened settle into her small body.
She sat on the thick pile of furs in the inner room, her legs tucked under her, her fluffy white rat tail limp and tired against the soft hides.
Her white rat ears drooped slightly, her big brown eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, and her cheeks still carried the faint pink flush that refused to leave after everything she had done on her knees for her three males.
The cave smelled of smoke and warm stone and the faint lingering musk of what they had shared, and the low fire in the main area cast long, dancing shadows across the walls.
She felt worn out, her jaw still aching faintly, her thighs a little sore from kneeling so long, but there was also a strange, warm contentment blooming in her chest that made her feel both shy and safe at the same time.
Hu Baiyu noticed first.
