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The day was the fifteenth.

Mo Chengyuan and Liu Yunshu, who had transformed into human form, were sleeping in each other's arms.

Liu Yunshu suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout her body, a familiar sensation rising within her. "Am I going into heat?!"

"Hachi! Is this the cats' heat cycle?"

Liu Yunshu felt as hot as if she had been thrown into a heater; her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and even her breathing became scalding.

"Ah, right, right!" Hachi's voice was tinged with panic. "You're in human form now, but your true instincts are still there! I... I can't suppress these heat cycles!"

"How could I have forgotten that! This is truly a stroke of luck!"

Unconsciously, she burrowed deeper into Mo Chengyuan's warm embrace, her fingertips clutching his pajamas until her knuckles turned white.

"Mo Chengyuan...it's hot..."

Mo Chengyuan was a light sleeper and was awakened by her burning body temperature and rapid breathing.

Looking down, he saw that the person in his arms had glazed eyes, cheeks flushed red, and was trembling slightly.

His heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to touch her back. His palm felt a burning heat where it touched, startling him so much that he sat bolt upright. "Yun Shu? Are you feeling unwell?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Yunshu suddenly tilted her head back, and her burning lips unexpectedly bumped against his chin, rubbing against him haphazardly with the eagerness of a kitten.

Her fingertips unconsciously slipped inside his pajamas, touching his slightly cool skin, as if trying to dispel the heat within her.

"Yun Shu, you...you're in heat?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Yunshu suddenly tilted her head back and kissed his lips precisely.

This time, it wasn't just random rubbing; it was with the eagerness and clumsiness of a kitten, her tongue gently licking his lips, as if testing the waters, or perhaps flirting.

Mo Chengyuan's rationality collapsed instantly.

He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

"Yun Shu, are you sure? This isn't instinct; it's something you want yourself?"

Liu Yunshu's body went limp from his kisses, and in her hazy state of consciousness, she clearly grasped the words "want".

She looked at Mo Chengyuan with a pitiful expression, "I want it~"

That demand for "want" was like a fire, instantly igniting his long-suppressed desire.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he looked down at the person in his arms, whose eyes were glazed over and whose lips were red.

And those hands that unconsciously wrapped around his waist, his reason shattered into dust.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his nose filled with her sweet scent, mixed with a faint milky fragrance—the unique scent of Yun Shu.

"Don't rush, sweetheart." He gently nibbled on her earlobe, his voice deep and seductive. "I'll give you everything."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Nine o'clock in the morning in America.

Mo Chengyan was getting ready to participate in racing training.

As soon as I finished styling my hair in front of the mirror, I felt a familiar sensation rise from three inches below my abdomen, accompanied by a tingling and burning feeling, spreading up my spine to the top of my head.

A secret joy and affection welled up in my heart for no reason.

Is this some kind of weirdo?! I'm a pure, single guy, what's wrong with me? Have I been horny every day lately?!

Mo Chengyan froze on the spot, raised his hand and pressed it against his burning lower abdomen, his brows furrowing.

The reflection in the mirror showed a flushed face and brighter eyes than usual.

The burning sensation emanating from my very bones grew clearer and clearer, even causing my heartbeat to become erratic.

"What the hell?" he cursed under his breath, frantically scratching his hair until it instantly became a messy, tangled mess.

The burning sensation grew stronger and stronger, and the tingling and itching in my lower abdomen almost overwhelmed my reason.

"Are you crazy?!" Mo Chengyan slammed his fist on the sink, the cold marble bringing him back to his senses.

He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap, scooped up a handful of ice water, and splashed it hard on his face.

But the heat that seeped from the bones did not subside; instead, it surged even more intensely, as if stimulated by cold water.

He quickly picked up his phone and called his agent to inform him that today's practice was canceled.

The agent's voice on the other end of the phone sounded puzzled, but Mo Chengyan had no time to explain. He simply said gruffly, "I'm not feeling well," and hung up the phone in a hurry.

He leaned against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom, cold sweat mingling with the cold water dripping down his forehead, but the heat inside him burned like an inextinguishable wildfire, growing ever stronger.

He stared incredulously at the bathroom wall, then at the showerhead in his hand...

Mo Chengyan: Dude, it's you!

Shower head: Dude, I didn't turn it on!

Poor Mo Chengyan spent most of the day in the bathroom before finally emerging soaking wet.

He slumped onto the sofa wrapped in a bath towel, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

That feeling made him both restless and unsatisfied.

This was an experience he had never had in his twenty-five years.

Then he remembered that around this time of year, his heart suddenly started racing for no reason, and he thought of his twin brother.

No way?! His brother?! That cold-blooded, heartless tyrant?!

Mo Chengyan scratched his hair in frustration, his mind in turmoil.

Who is his brother, Mo Chengyuan? He's known in the business world as the "Cold King of Hell."

Let alone feeling emotional, even smiling at someone is a rare thing. How could it be related to my strange "heat"?

Never mind, I guess it's because I've been single for too long that my mind is starting to wander.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A large clump of crabapple blossoms was planted outside Mo Chengyuan's villa.

A torrential rain fell that night, and the delicate crabapple blossoms were battered and scattered by the wind and rain.

The petals trembled slightly as the wind and rain pounded against them, yet they had no choice but to endure this sudden baptism.

Finally, it was mixed with mud and water and stuck to the bluestone pavement, like crushed rouge.

Inside the villa, the curtains were drawn, keeping out the wind and rain.

Mo Chengyuan awoke from his deep sleep and was surprised to find that Liu Yunshu was still in human form!

He held his breath and carefully turned to the side, afraid of disturbing the person next to him.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting soft dappled patterns on Liu Yunshu's face. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a lingering, sweet smile graced her lips. Even her breathing was much more even than the night before.

Mo Chengyuan gently brushed his fingertips across her flushed cheeks, his heart filled with an unbelievable tenderness.

In the past, she would always transform back into her cat form at dawn after the fifteenth of the lunar month, but this time...

He looked down at her hand draped outside the blanket; her fingertips were rounded, her skin delicate, and there was not a trace of cat claws left.

"Yun Shu?" he called her softly, his voice as gentle as if he were afraid to shatter glass.

Liu Yunshu slowly opened her eyes, her amber eyes still veiled with the sleepiness of just waking up.

Seeing him staring at her in a daze, she obediently snuggled closer to him, her voice soft and sweet: "Mo Chengyuan..."

This call completely put Mo Chengyuan at ease.

He tightened his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair, greedily inhaling her sweet scent.

"You didn't change back."

Liu Yunshu blinked before belatedly realizing that she was still in human form.

Her eyes widened instantly, and she excitedly touched her face: "Really! I didn't turn into a kitten!"

She excitedly propped herself up, but the soreness all over her body made her sway, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.

The heat and passion of last night are still vivid in my memory, along with Mo Chengyuan's deep voice and warm palms, as if they are engraved in my bones.

That's great!

Seeing this, Mo Chengyuan quickly reached out to support her, his fingertips touching her burning earlobe, and chuckled softly, "Slow down, don't rush."

As she was speaking, Xiao Ba's voice suddenly rang in Liu Yunshu's mind, filled with excitement.

"It's done! Your mating season instincts stimulated the fusion of spiritual energy, and you can now freely change your form!"

Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly, as if they were filled with starlight.

She suddenly threw herself into Mo Chengyuan's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her voice filled with joy: "Mo Chengyuan! I can change on my own! I don't have to wait until the fifteenth!"

Mo Chengyuan chuckled softly as she pounced on him, steadily supporting her waist and gently pinching her reddened earlobe with his fingertips: "So happy?"

"Mmm!" Liu Yunshu nodded vigorously, nuzzling her nose against his chin like a kitten begging for a reward. "From now on, I can stay with you forever!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a thought struck her, and a faint halo appeared around her.

The next second, it actually turned into a chestnut-colored ball of fur, rolled from his arms onto the pillow, its amber cat eyes looking at him with wetness, and made a "purring" sound in its throat.

Mo Chengyuan chuckled, reaching out to scoop the kitten into his palm, his fingertips gently scratching its chin: "You've even learned to show off now?"

The kitten rubbed against his fingertips, then changed its mind, the halo rose again, and it transformed back into human form.

She nestled obediently back into his arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"From now on, you can become a cat if you want, or a human if you want. I'll do whatever you say."

Mo Chengyuan lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice so gentle it could drown a person.

"Do you want to get up? I took the day off this morning and had someone send some clothes over. See if there's anything you like."

Liu Yunshu nodded vigorously, and just as she was about to sit up, she was pulled back into his arms by the soreness all over her body, which made Mo Chengyuan chuckle.

He lifted the blanket, gently picked her up, and carried her down to the living room.

Aunt Zhang was already waiting there, staring in shock at the rows of women's clothes in front of her.

[Oh my god! When did my cold-hearted young master get a woman he loves?! How come I didn't know?! This is a disgrace to my career!]

As Zhang Ma was thinking passionately, she saw her eldest son carrying a cute and sexy girl downstairs.

Based on her years of experience, there's absolutely no doubt that something terrible happened last night!

Zhang Ma quickly composed herself, putting on a warm smile, "Good morning, Madam!"

The word "Madam" made Liu Yunshu's cheeks instantly turn bright red, like a ripe peach, and she quickly buried her head in Mo Chengyuan's arms.

Mo Chengyuan glanced down at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, and nodded to Zhang Ma: "Zhang Ma, prepare two breakfasts, something light."

"Okay! Alright!"

Aunt Zhang smiled so much her eyes narrowed, secretly glancing at Liu Yunshu's reddened earlobes and the undisguised tenderness in Mo Chengyuan's eyes, her heart already bursting with joy.

Finally, someone has warmed up my cold and aloof lord!