Chapter 65: The Unintentional Massage and the Nocturnal Visitor

Su Mian’s face felt as if it could drip blood. Her eyes, usually holding a hint of stubbornness or guilt, were now clouded with moisture, darting away frantically, refusing to meet the gaze of the man so close to her.

Xiao Moyuan, unhurried, extended a hand. His long, slender fingers, cool to the touch, gently hooked her delicate chin, forcing her to lift her face.

His gaze was as profound as an abyss, holding an undisguised intensity.

“Was that intentional?” His voice, deep and deliberate, each word a hammer blow to Su Mian’s taut nerves, continued, “Giving me a ‘massage’?”

He deliberately drew out the word “massage,” a suggestive undertone lacing his breath.

“Is this the ‘sweet treat’ you prepared for me earlier?”

Su Mian’s lips parted and closed a few times, but her throat felt constricted, unable to produce any clear sound.

The overwhelming sense of being unable to defend herself made her wish she could simply vanish on the spot.

She hadn’t meant to; it truly was a damnable accident!

Yet, anyone witnessing this scene would undoubtedly conclude she was deliberately seducing him!

Just as her mind raced in disarray, the almost solidified flame of desire in Xiao Moyuan’s eyes jolted her, bringing her back to full awareness.

A crucial fact, one she had temporarily forgotten, washed over her like ice water.

Her current body was that of a complete and utter girl!

If… if Xiao Moyuan were to force himself upon her at this moment, according to her mother, once a physical relationship occurred, her gender would be permanently fixed, irreversible!

Immense fear surged through her, chilling her to the bone. Her slender body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“That…” Her voice carried a genuine whimper she hadn’t even noticed, weak and pitiful. “Could… could you… let me go to the restroom first…”

Xiao Moyuan keenly caught the slight tremor in her body and the profound fear in her eyes.

Only now did she realize the danger?

Her reaction time was rather long.

After a brief moment of thought, he understood that the “stimulating” contact just now was likely just an unintentional act, a mere coincidence.

The ‘sweet treat’ this little fox spoke of probably didn’t refer to this, which might have truly been just a simple massage.

Xiao Moyuan’s gaze swept over her flushed cheeks, her moist, startled eyes, and the delicate collarbone subtly visible beneath her slightly open neckline.

He had previously thought Su Mian was wild and clumsy, her methods unpolished, completely unfitting the image of a seductive fox spirit.

But now, observing her, the unintentional, natural charm she exuded, coupled with her current state of shyness, fear, and feigned resistance, was far more captivating than any deliberate flirtation.

A contradictory aura, a blend of purity and allure, was perfectly embodied in her.

Ultimately, reason barely managed to quell his surging desire.

He released her chin, his fingertips seemingly inadvertently brushing her scorching skin. His tone was unreadable: “Go.”

Su Mian felt as though she had been granted a great pardon. She turned, intending to flee the suffocating atmosphere.

“Wait a moment.”

Xiao Moyuan called out to her again.

He turned and walked into the adjacent walk-in closet, quickly emerging with a clean men’s shirt, which he handed to her.

“Don’t wear the dirty one,” his gaze meaningfully swept over the water-soaked area on her chest. “Change into this. Don’t get it wet again, or else…”

He paused, his tone flat but laced with suggestion. “Tonight, you truly won’t have any clothes to wear.”

Then, under Su Mian’s startled gaze, he deftly removed the silk top he was wearing—the one “defiled” during her “massage”—and tucked it into her arms.

“This,” he looked at her, his eyes unyielding, “you dirtied it. Wash it clean yourself.”

Su Mian: “…”

She looked at the top in her arms, cool to the touch but seemingly still retaining his body heat and scent, and then at the clean shirt. Her cheeks flushed intensely once more.

Finally, she practically snatched the clothes and rushed into the bathroom without a backward glance.

With a bang, the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by the click of the lock.

Xiao Moyuan gazed at the closed door, imagining her inside, perhaps clutching her wildly beating heart, her face crimson. A faint but genuine smile finally curved his lips.

Teasing the little fox was indeed very amusing.

****

Meanwhile, Su Mian leaned against the cold door, breathing heavily.

Feeling that unfamiliar, sticky sensation beneath her, she closed her eyes in shame and indignation.

Her first action was to turn on the cold water tap, letting the icy stream wash over her, attempting to cool down her overheated body and mind.

‘The most mortifying things in this life… seem to have all been experienced right here with Xiao Moyuan…’

She thought, on the verge of tears, burying her face in the cool water.

She lingered in the bathroom for nearly an hour, repeatedly steeling herself, continuously hypnotizing herself: ‘What “Sweetheart Marshmallow” did has absolutely nothing to do with Su Mian herself!’

Only when she felt the heat on her face finally recede and her heartbeat return to a semblance of normalcy did she pluck up the courage. She changed into the oversized men’s shirt, which was practically a dress on her, and softly opened the bathroom door.

After mentally preparing herself and convincing herself that what “Sweetheart Marshmallow” did had no connection to her, Su Mian, she finally emerged from the bathroom.

At that moment, Xiao Moyuan stepped out of the room. “Finished washing?”

Su Mian lowered her head and softly said, “Mhm.”

Xiao Moyuan said quite naturally, “It’s getting late. Go back to your room and sleep.”

Su Mian’s heart sank. She stammered, “Brother, Mom told me that kind of thing can only be done after marriage…”

Xiao Moyuan burst into laughter. “I told you to sleep, not to sleep with you. Is your head filled with nothing but dirty thoughts?”

An immense wave of shame once again engulfed Su Mian.

She felt like a complete fool, her mind stuffed with inappropriate thoughts, and to make matters worse, the person involved had pointed it out precisely.

“I… I did not!” Su Mian retorted instinctively, her face flushed, but her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz due to her lack of confidence.

Watching her in such a state of mortified embarrassment, her neck even tinged pink, the smile in Xiao Moyuan’s eyes deepened.

He stopped teasing her. After all, teasing too harshly and scaring away this timid, overthinking little fox would spoil the fun.

He glanced around the living room, his gaze settling on the spacious but clearly less comfortable sofa. His tone became calm and natural: “You sleep on the sofa, I’ll sleep in the master bedroom.”

“Ah?” Su Mian froze, her head snapping up. “This… how can this be! This is your home, Brother. How can I occupy your bedroom…”

For the host to sleep in the living room while she, a ‘guest,’ brazenly took over the master bedroom, was simply illogical and improper.

Moreover, she had shamelessly insisted on staying.

A corner deep within her heart also felt a subtle unease and… guilt?… because of this overly considerate concession.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Xiao Moyuan’s tone was undeniable. “The bed in the bedroom is more comfortable. You go sleep there.”

“No, no, no!” Su Mian shook her head like a rattle drum, her attitude exceptionally firm. “I’ll sleep on the sofa! My sleeping habits… might not be very good. What if I mess up your bed? That would be terrible…”

Recalling her inexplicable ‘sleepwalking’ experience in the hotel last night, her heart felt even more hollow. She refused to touch Xiao Moyuan’s bed again.

Xiao Moyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, finding her demeanor, as if facing a great enemy, as if there were a flood monster in the bedroom, somewhat amusing.

The two reached a stalemate.

Finally, Xiao Moyuan, seeing the insistence in her eyes and a hint of imperceptible panic, sighed in concession: “As you wish.”

He turned and walked to a nearby storage cabinet, taking out a set of clean bedding—a pillow and a thin quilt. “Though the sofa isn’t as good as a bed, it’s not small. Make do for one night.”

Su Mian quickly stepped forward to accept them, gratefully thanking him: “Thank you, Brother! This is perfect!”

Hugging the soft bedding, which seemed to still carry the fresh scent of sunlight, different from the cool cedar scent on him, her heart settled a little.

“Good night.” Xiao Moyuan said no more, giving her a deep look before turning and entering the master bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The click of the closing door was exceptionally clear in the living room.

Su Mian curled up in the cool bedding, listening to the click of the lock, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

She half-lay there, hugging the bedding, listening to her slightly accelerated heartbeat, and exhaled a long, slow breath.

Finally… she was temporarily safe.

She quickly made her ‘bed’ and then burrowed into the sofa, wrapping herself tightly in the thin quilt, leaving only her eyes uneasily darting in the darkness.

The fatigue of her body and the extreme tension of her mind surged like a tide, yet her brain remained unusually clear.

Everything that had happened today replayed in her mind like a rapidly spinning lantern—from the ambiguous moments in the cinema to the teasing in the apartment, and then to the humiliating ‘massage’ mishap just now… and the irreversible, completely feminized reality of her body.

Fear, shame, and bewilderment intertwined, gnawing at her nerves.

‘I can’t sleep in the dorm anymore… I must find a place off-campus as soon as possible…’ she thought vaguely, her consciousness gradually sinking into darkness in the tug-of-war between resistance and exhaustion.

***

Inside the master bedroom.

Xiao Moyuan was not asleep.

He sat cross-legged on the empty space in the center of the room, his eyelids lowered, entering a deep state of cultivation.

Pure spiritual energy slowly circulated within him along mysterious pathways, dispelling days of fatigue and suppressing the restless curse in his bloodline.

However, after an unknown period, perhaps at a fixed hour or in the dead of night, that familiar, extremely faint click sounded again.

The master bedroom door lock seemed to be gently nudged open from the outside by some invisible force, silently swinging ajar.

A slender figure slipped in without a sound.

Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a hazy silver veil over the room.

The one who entered was Su Mian.

But she was a completely different person from her daytime self, or rather, from the person wrapped in a quilt on the sofa just hours ago.

Two fluffy fox ears, tipped with a hint of silvery white, twitched sensitively.

Behind her, three fluffy, snow-white fox tails swept lightly across the floor like giant velvet blankets, making no sound at all.

She wore only the oversized shirt Xiao Moyuan had given her, its hem just covering her upper thighs, revealing her straight, slender legs.

Two buttons on the shirt had come undone at some point, subtly revealing the already well-developed soft curves beneath.

Her eyes were open, but her pupils were a misty blankness, completely unfocused.

Her delicate face showed utter innocence and dependence, as if driven by the most primitive instincts.

She had entered that unconscious demon transformation state again.

Xiao Moyuan had been startled awake from his cultivation the moment the door opened.

He had reined in all the aura around him, like a lurking leopard, silently observing this little fox on her nocturnal visit.

‘Is she treating herself as a buffet?’

Su Mian moved with the light, silent steps of a cat, heading straight for the bed.

She tilted her head slightly, her misty fox eyes staring unblinkingly at Xiao Moyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her small nostrils flared gently, as if sniffing for some reassuring scent in the air.

Then, as Xiao Moyuan expected, she smoothly and naturally climbed onto the bed.

Like a small animal seeking warmth, she accurately burrowed into his embrace, finding the most comfortable position. She pressed her cheek against his chest, rubbed contentedly, and let out a soft, lazy whimper.

Xiao Moyuan’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Warm, soft jade filled his arms. The girl, or rather, the half-demon in her demonized state, pressed her soft body intimately against him. Her two fluffy fox ears brushed against his jaw, causing a slight tickle.

Her three fluffy fox tails spontaneously coiled around him; one encircled his waist, one rested on his leg, and another even tried to burrow into his hand, as if to firmly lock him in place.

Compared to her human form’s ‘octopus’ embrace at the hotel, Su Mian’s actions now exuded a more natural intimacy and possessiveness, as if Xiao Moyuan was her recognized, exclusive possession.

Xiao Moyuan lowered his head, looking at the naturally alluring face so close in his arms, feeling the body warmth and soft touch radiating through the thin shirt. His eyes were as deep as night.

He attempted, just like that night, to gather a wisp of pure spiritual energy.

Indeed, the moment the spiritual energy appeared, the little fox’s ears in his arms immediately perked up sensitively.

Her hazy gaze turned to that firefly-like glimmer, and she extended her pink tongue, tentatively licking it.

Immediately after, just like last night, she took his fingertip into her mouth and began to instinctively suck with force.

That familiar, powerful suction returned, and the spiritual energy within him began to flow continuously towards his fingertip, greedily absorbed by the little fox in his arms.

‘One must always feed their pet.’

He let her take what she wanted.

This time, he felt even more clearly that Su Mian’s body seemed to contain a bottomless pit, with an extraordinary craving and capacity for spiritual energy.

This could not simply be explained by an ordinary fox demon bloodline.

‘Her appetite truly isn’t small…’ he mused, a hint of helplessness, and a indulgence he himself hadn’t noticed.

Time flowed in silence.

Xiao Moyuan could feel his spiritual energy diminishing, but at the same time, a strange sense of calm spread through him.

He wondered if it was his imagination, but the warm, soft body in his arms seemed to possess a certain soothing power, making the restless curse within him appear much more docile.

***

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, hitting Su Mian’s eyelids.

She woke up groggily, feeling that she had slept exceptionally soundly again, warm all over, as if days of fatigue had been swept away.

She habitually stretched, letting out a satisfied, nasal hum.

However, halfway through her stretch, her arm suddenly bumped into something warm and solid.

Su Mian’s movements froze instantly, her sleepiness receding like a tide.

A premonition of dread, like a cold snake, suddenly coiled around her heart.

She stiffly turned her head, inch by inch—

What greeted her eyes was Xiao Moyuan’s magnified handsome face.

He was either awake or asleep, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing steady.

And she herself had her arms tightly wrapped around Xiao Moyuan’s neck, one leg ‘unceremoniously’ propped on his waist!

Her entire body was practically nestled in his embrace in a possessive manner!

Even more critical, she could clearly feel the soft curve of her chest pressing tightly, without any gap, against his firm chest.

Su Mian’s mind went blank instantly. Her blood seemed to freeze in that moment, then surged wildly to her head!

She… how had she ended up in Xiao Moyuan’s bed again?!

And hugging him so tightly?!!!

Last night, it was clearly agreed that she would sleep in the living room! She had even repeatedly confirmed she was sleeping on the sofa!

Could it be… she had sleepwalked again?

But why did she always climb into Xiao Moyuan’s bed every time she sleepwalked?

This was completely unscientific!

Just then, Xiao Moyuan’s thick eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those deep eyes held no hint of morning grogginess; instead, they were clear, as if he had been silently waiting for a long time.

His gaze fell upon Su Mian’s small face, which was filled with terror, shame, and disbelief. A slow, meaningful curve of profound amusement played on his lips.

His deep voice, husky with the morning, gently scratched at Su Mian’s nerves, which were on the verge of collapse:

“We agreed to sleep separately, you in the living room…”

He paused, his gaze deliberately sweeping over her limbs tightly entwined around him, his tone weighty and full of playful implication:

“Yet you secretly snuck into my bed in the middle of the night, and hugged me so tightly…”

“Wife,” his gaze burned, as if it could pierce through all her disguises and reach the most shameful corner of her soul, “your body, it seems, is far more… honest than your mouth.”

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