Chapter 163: 第163章 一夜好眠_1

The man’s faint scent of body wash lingered at the tip of Wen Qian’s nose, making her feel strangely self-conscious.

She struggled slightly on instinct. The man seemed to sense her movement and immediately lifted his head, staring at her with eyes as deep as an abyss.

In that instant, Wen Qian felt a rush of heat to her nose. Flustered, she quickly averted her gaze. But her hand, as if with a mind of its own, inexplicably gave his abs—firm as a stone slab—a squeeze.

They were firm yet springy to the touch. A look of pleasant surprise crossed Wen Qian’s face, and she couldn’t help but marvel to herself, ’They feel so good!’

"You can’t just touch that..."

The man hissed and gently took hold of Wen Qian’s wrist. He rested his chin on her shoulder, panting softly.

Wen Qian clicked her tongue, feigning ignorance, and reached out with her other hand to poke his chest a couple of times.

The man drew a sharp breath and, in one motion, pinned Wen Qian to the bed. He lowered his head slightly, saying nothing. Not until the tips of their noses were almost touching did he whisper, "Stop fooling around..."

Wen Qian could clearly feel Chi Heng’s hot breath and the heavy, powerful thud of his heart. Even his tail felt hot as it patted gently against her leg.

It was then Wen Qian realized something was wrong. She blinked. "Are you running a fever?"

The hand gripping her wrist was frighteningly hot.

Chi Heng’s chest was heaving, and he bit his lip, seemingly holding something back. Once a member of the Wolf Clan becomes intimate with their beloved female, they are prone to entering a rut. They had only shared a kiss, but Chi Heng’s body was already starting to react...

But having never experienced it before, he just assumed it was a normal reaction to a kiss. He had thought he could take care of it in the bathroom, but the moment he came out and saw Wen Qian, he realized his efforts were a drop in the ocean.

"I don’t," the man’s voice was muffled.

He released his grip on Wen Qian’s hand, wrapping his arms around her waist instead. He buried his head in her neck, his body pressed tightly against hers.

But after a moment of being pressed together, Wen Qian noticed he was starting to get restless. His hands weren’t moving, but his body’s reaction told her something was amiss.

’This isn’t as simple as a fever...’

"What on earth is wrong with you...?" Wen Qian tried to shift, but Chi Heng only held her tighter. Then, the black tattoo on his right pectoral muscle began to turn a deep crimson.

As if sensing her gaze, his ears twitched rapidly. He kept his head down, not daring to meet her eyes, and mumbled something she couldn’t quite catch.

He, who usually projected such a tough-guy image, now looked utterly weak. The contrast piqued Wen Qian’s interest. She cupped his face with both hands and lifted it, only to find that his once-sharp eyes were now glistening with unshed tears.

A faint blush colored his cheeks. As Wen Qian stared at him, his ears gave another unnatural twitch. It was clear he was fighting to suppress something with all his might; otherwise, he wouldn’t be this weak.

"Don’t look down."

Seeing Chi Heng try to bury his head in her neck again, Wen Qian spoke in a low voice, her tone firm and unyielding.

A wronged look flashed in the man’s eyes, and he let out a choked groan.

"Don’t push me, Qianqian..."

As their eyes met, the man’s breathing grew heavier. His mind clouded, he wanted to kiss her but was afraid he would scare her. He struggled with himself for a moment, his eyes growing redder still.

This was their first day alone together; he didn’t want to give her a bad impression. He was even a little angry with himself. ’Why did the rut have to start now...?’

"Are you in... MMH." Before Wen Qian could finish, the man gave her lips a quick, light bite. He then pushed himself up and looked at her with aggrieved eyes.

"It’s a rut."

He didn’t want to hear her describe him with terms used for animals on Blue Star. ’I can control myself. At least I won’t...’

’I won’t...’

His gaze lingered on her neck, the tip of his tongue unconsciously pressing against his molars. Ignoring Wen Qian’s protests, he yanked the nearby blanket and wrapped her tightly in it. Then, he forced himself out of bed and locked himself in the bathroom.

Wen Qian had been perfectly clear-headed, but his series of fluid, practiced movements left her completely dumbfounded.

’Wait... aren’t they a couple?’

’What is he hiding from?’

Before long, heavy panting could be heard from the bathroom. Wen Qian glanced down at her own body, and her expression soured. ’What’s his problem?’

’Suddenly, I don’t feel so guilty about the chat logs with those other guys on my phone. With the way he’s acting right now, he really doesn’t seem like the type who can hold on to a woman.’

A tight feeling bloomed in her chest; Wen Qian was getting angry. After a struggle, she finally broke free from the blanket, hopped off the bed, and went to knock on the bathroom door. The sounds from inside paused for a moment before becoming even more pronounced.

"Open the door, or I’m sleeping elsewhere," she said, her voice serious. "I’m counting to three."

"One."

CLICK.

The word was barely out of her mouth when the door was pulled open from the inside. The man was hastily tying a bath towel around his waist, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

Wen Qian unhappily swatted his hands away, then rose onto her tiptoes and gave one of his ears a hard pinch. She wasn’t sure why she did it. Perhaps, subconsciously, she thought this would make him lose control completely.

He immediately swept her up with one arm and pinned her against the wall, his gaze dark, as if he were holding back with all his might. So, Wen Qian reached out and grabbed the tail hanging behind him, running her hand down its entire length from base to tip...

His body went rigid for an instant. The next, he was covering her in a torrent of kisses.

Wen Qian’s mind went blank for a second before she was plunged into an even deeper abyss of passion. She gave a half-hearted push against his chest, but in the next second, he pulled her arms up, pinning them and her body against the wall.

The man rested his chin on the nape of her neck and nibbled at the soft flesh.

"Ow..."

The man stopped biting and soothed the spot with a gentle lick.

"No regrets."

"Okay."

After that, Wen Qian had no mind to hear what he was saying. The way the plot was developing was a little beyond her expectations...

The moon was beautiful that night.

The fresh, pleasant scent of body wash filled the room.

A two-meter-long wolf lay on the bed, its tail wrapped tightly around a shapely woman.

Asleep, Wen Qian seemed to instinctively reach out and give the wolf’s tail a squeeze. The next second, the thick, long tail coiled even more tightly around her...

Only this time, it was different from all the other times on Blue Star.

She didn’t push him away. Instead, she just tilted her head back and gently nuzzled the wolf’s soft fur.

After some time, the wolf transformed back into a Beastman with a superb physique. He pulled her tighter into his arms and affectionately kissed her cheek.

"Don’t..."

Wen Qian flinched, her voice hoarse. She didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes.

The man’s movements paused for only a second before he was clinging to her tightly once more...