Han Jue followed her finger but saw nothing unusual. His face turned even redder as realization hit him.

Before he could step back and hide again, Su Qinglan’s eyes had already landed on the real culprit, the large, hard bulge straining against his clothes.

She didn’t hesitate. With no shame at all, she reached down and clutched it directly over the fabric with her soft hand.

Han Jue almost growled. The sudden touch on his already painful, swollen length made him twitch involuntarily. A low, helpless sound escaped his throat.

This thing was already aching so badly... and now her soft hand was wrapped around it.

He couldn’t help but thrust a little into her palm. Su Qinglan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She really had teased him too much. He was already this sensitive and desperate.

Han Jue’s reasoning completely shattered the moment her fingers touched him. He lost all control. Without thinking, he untied the knot at his waist with trembling hands.

Su Qinglan smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. Her hand slipped inside his clothes without hesitation.

The moment her bare, soft fingers wrapped around his hot, throbbing length, Han Jue shuddered violently all over. He buried his face deep into her shoulder, breathing heavily.

She gave him one slow stroke.

Han Jue’s whole body trembled. A low groan escaped him as pleasure shot through every nerve.

Encouraged, Su Qinglan pushed him gently but firmly until his back pressed against a thick, ancient tree behind them.

She kept stroking him with her soft hands... slow at first, then faster, her grip perfect and teasing. She twisted her wrist lightly at the head, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading the wetness that had already leaked out.

Han Jue became a complete mess under her touch. His hips jerked forward, chasing her hand. His breathing turned ragged, and soft, choked groans kept falling from his lips as he hid his burning face in her shoulder.

Su Qinglan smiled happily, whispering teasing words near his ear while her hand never stopped moving. She stroked him faster, tighter, enjoying how he fell apart so quickly because of her.

It didn’t take long.

With a deep, muffled groan, Han Jue shuddered hard and released. Thick, hot spurts covered her hand and wrist as he came intensely. He finished faster than she expected, still halfway through her teasing.

Su Qinglan was stunned for a moment, looking at the result on her hand.

Han Jue felt utterly flustered and embarrassed. He buried his face even deeper into her shoulder, refusing to look at her.

"Lan Lan... it’s all your fault," he muttered, his voice hoarse and full of shame.

Su Qinglan chuckled softly, her laughter light and affectionate. She gently stroked his back with her clean hand.

"All right, all right. There’s nothing wrong with it," she said, still smiling. "You’re too cute when you’re like this."

Her words only made Han Jue more embarrassed. He tightened his arms around her, hiding his red face as the warm afterglow mixed with deep shyness in his chest.

But even in his embarrassment, he didn’t let her go.

***

Su Qinglan sat comfortably on a smooth stone by the river, her legs lazily stretched out as the clear water flowed gently beside her.

In her hand was a big red fruit, juicy and sweet, and she was happily munching on it as if she had no worries in the world.

In front of her, however, the atmosphere was completely different.

Han Jue was kneeling by the river, his back straight, his expression stiff, and his movements slightly heavier than usual.

He was washing his clothes. More accurately, he was washing the one piece of hide he had been wearing.

And the culprit of this entire situation was sitting behind him, eating fruit and watching him as if she were enjoying a good show.

Su Qinglan bit into the fruit again and couldn’t help but sigh in her heart.

I’m really too much.

She watched his broad back, his muscles moving as he scrubbed the cloth with his large hands. His shoulders flexed with every movement, his arms firm and strong, veins slightly visible under his skin.

Her eyes slowly wandered.

From his shoulders to his back, then lower.

She coughed lightly.

"It’s just the fruit juice," she muttered to herself seriously as she wiped her mouth. "Not like I’m drooling or anything."

But her gaze didn’t move away at all.

Han Jue’s figure was simply too eye catching.

His build was perfect, lean but powerful, every muscle in the right place. Even when he was just washing clothes, he looked like he was doing something extremely serious.

Su Qinglan took another bite of the fruit and stared without blinking.

Then her gaze shifted again.

And suddenly

Her eyes widened.

A white, fluffy wolf tail was swaying gently behind him.

It moved left, then right.

The tip of it was slightly wet from the river water, making the fur clump together just a little.

Su Qinglan froze for a second. Then her lips twitched. Oh no. This is too tempting.

Han Jue rarely left his tail out like this. Most of the time, he kept it hidden, especially around her.

But now it was right there, soft, fluffy, and completely unguarded. Her fingers twitched slightly. She wanted to touch it.

But she quickly shook her head.

No, no. Control yourself.

But then she looked again.

The tail swayed once more.

Su Qinglan

Alright, she can’t control herself anymore.

She suddenly leaned forward a little and said loudly, completely serious, "Han Jue, your tail looks very soft today."

Han Jue froze. His movements stopped instantly.

A few seconds passed before he slowly continued washing, pretending he didn’t hear anything.

Su Qinglan narrowed her eyes.

Oh

Ignoring me

She immediately stood up and walked closer, circling behind him like a mischievous little fox.

"Han Jue," she called again, her tone full of curiosity, "can I touch it?"

Han Jue’s hand tightened on the cloth.

"No."

A very fast, very firm answer.

Su Qinglan gasped softly. "So heartless?" she said, shaking her head. "I just want to touch it once."

"No."

"Just one time."

"No."

She clicked her tongue.

"Tsk. You’re really stingy."

Han Jue’s ears were already turning red, but he still kept his back to her, refusing to look at her at all.

Su Qinglan crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment.

Then suddenly...

"Han Jue," she said loudly, "your back is really nice."

Han Jue: "..."

"And your arms too."

Silence.

"And your shoulders."

Still nothing.

She paused.

Then, with zero hesitation, she added...

"And your buttocks are also very good."

Han Jue completely froze.

The river seemed to go silent. Even the wind stopped. Su Qinglan blinked.

Ah.

Did I say that out loud?

She slowly raised one finger, trying to fix the situation.

"Only one slap?" she said cautiously. "Just one?"

Han Jue: "..."

The next second...

WHOOSH!

His tail instantly wrapped around himself like a defensive shield, not leaving a inch of skin for her to stare.

Su Qinglan burst out laughing. "Han Jue! Why are you hiding? I already saw everything!"