Chapter 21

Xiao Yu had to be beautiful right now.

Ai Qing kept his eyes shut and thought it, the image so vivid it felt real.

To be honest, whenever Xiao Yu turned human he’d stopped studying her face after the first few times. She was drowning in his baggy blue jacket; her figure stayed hidden.

But now, with the bra in place and the warm lamp glowing, her snow-white skin wore a soft honey tint—mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

Round, narrow shoulders; long, ivory arms folded at her chest. She was slim, yet when she hugged herself twin snowy hills rose between her arms.

Not a trace of fat on the flat stomach; the waist pinched in, then flared to pert curves that met the chair.

Golden-ratio legs—159 cm of them—looked endless.

Seated, her tiny feet rested on the floor, pink and white like the Xiao Pudding ice-pops Ai Qing loved.

If he opened his eyes he’d never look away.

Pity he saw none of it.

After clasping the bra he exhaled, paused, then reached for the desk.

Instead of panties he picked up the white sundress he’d already unwrapped—tiny pale-yellow and mint-green flowers, fresh and girly.

Simplest thing in the world: pull it over her head, arms through the straps.

But with his eyes closed he spent ages figuring out front from back.

Xiao Yu grew restless, sneaking glances over her shoulder at the fumbling Ai Qing.

Finally she couldn’t stand it; she swivelled round to face him, curious about the cloth in his hands.

Since turning human she’d walked on eggshells, terrified he’d dislike her, so she stayed planted on the chair.

Ai Qing, focused on the dress, never noticed the rotation.

He stepped forward, skirt spread wide—

—and collided with her knees.

Hands full of fabric, balance gone, eyes still shut, he toppled.

“Crap!”

Fortune smiled: the desk sat parallel to the bed.

Xiao Yu’s back was now toward the mattress; together they crashed onto the sheet.

She yelped, then relaxed under his familiar weight, half-hoping he’d nuzzle her chest like always.

He used to scoop her up, flop onto the bed and bury his face in her belly, purring.

She’d hated it at first, then learned to love it.

This felt the same—

—but for Ai Qing it was torture.

“...When did you turn around?” He opened his eyes and met her gaze, then instantly looked away, cheeks burning.

He didn’t dare glance downward.

The bra lifted and framed soft, springy curves pressing against his chest.

Afraid of crushing her, he tried to push up—only to find his hands still wrapped in the skirt.

He managed to kneel on the chair and lever himself off.

“Arms up,” he muttered, staring at the wall above her head.

Peripheral vision betrayed him; he sucked in a breath, freed one hand and guided both her wrists overhead.

The dress slid down, the pose suddenly, dangerously cinematic.

If anyone walked in now he’d be “invited for tea.”

Luckily, pinned Xiao Yu turned docile.

He threaded her arms through the straps, yanked the hem down to cover her chest, then sat her up and tugged the back over her thighs.

“Whew...”

He rolled onto the mattress, limp with relief—

—but the job wasn’t done.

Xiao Yu peered at him, blinked, then patted the skirt.

Nice fabric, pretty pattern, perfect fit.

As a cat she’d gone naked; the last few days in his oversized jacket had felt like wearing air.

This, though, actually touched her everywhere.

“Flip over—zipper’s in back,” he said.

He turned her—

—and realised his mistake.

The skirt had only just passed her waist; the moment she rolled—

Swish.

He lunged to pull it down, forgetting one critical detail:

Xiao Yu still had her tail.

It flicked and writhed; he wrestled two full seconds before the hem finally hid the view.

“Whew...”

He slapped his forehead, heart racing.

Another first kiss—stolen by Xiao Yu.

So beautiful...

He smacked himself, snapped out of it, and zipped her up.

Done.

Almost.

He eyed the panties still on the table.

“Can you manage these yourself?” he asked, dead serious.

Xiao Yu lay obediently, tail flicking, blinking as if to say, Why aren’t you pouncing for cuddles yet?

Her message sailed clean over the cow.

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