Su Qinglan was so annoyed with the system's teasing that she almost forgot she was still a human cushion for four heavy beastmen. In her frustration, she wiggled her legs, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
But she moved too much. Rong Ye, who had been sleeping soundly on her stomach, shifted.
His hand rolled down and firmly gripped her thigh. Still half-asleep and completely exhausted, he didn't wake up. Instead, he nuzzled her leg, his face full of bliss.
"So sweet... so sweet... my female is so sweet..." he mumbled against her skin, his voice thick with sleep.
Su Qinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Is he dreaming about food or me? she wondered. And who on earth thinks a thigh tastes sweet? She didn't want to wake the silly fox, so she moved very slowly.
She carefully lifted his head and slid a rolled-up animal skin under it so he could continue his sweet dreams on the stone bed instead of on her leg.
