For feline beastkin, the ears are an extremely sensitive area.
At first, Qin Muye endured it.
But the girl's fingers were soft. She gently kneaded along the rise and fall of his veins. A tingling numbness, like tiny electrical currents, kept exploding through him, leaving Qin Muye's mind a chaotic mess.
His breathing unconsciously deepened. Qin Muye leaned his upper body back, trying to escape the thrilling sensation.
But she showed no intention of pulling her hand back.
What mortified and annoyed Qin Muye even more was that while Jiang Qingli was touching his ear, she showed none of the intimacy of a courtship ritual. Instead, she was just grinning.
'Is she petting a dog?!'
"That's enough." Unable to take it anymore, Qin Muye grabbed her wrist, his breathing heavy. "Have you had your fun?"
"Almost?"
Jiang Qingli reluctantly gave the plush, springy leopard ears one last squeeze.
She cleared her throat and said seriously, "Alright, let's begin."
Qin Muye froze.
'Begin?'
