A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

Sheng Yuze stood there, leaning on his cane, without moving.

Of course he remembers.

He gave him the cold shoulder as soon as I arrived at his doorstep yesterday.

"You're sleeping on the floor today, I slept on it yesterday!" He Zhaoyang placed a pillow on the head of the mattress, his voice still flat.

Sheng Yuze watched her profile as she bent down to tidy the blankets, without glancing at him once.

He didn't say anything, but leaned his cane against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), bent down, and sat down on the floor.

The mattress was indeed thick and soft.

He Zhaoyang was already lying down, facing the wall, wrapped tightly in the quilt.

Sheng Yuze blew out the light and lay down.

After a long silence, Sheng Yuze spoke, "Zhaoyang."

no respond.

"About yesterday, I..."

"I'm not talking anymore," He Zhaoyang's voice came from under the covers, muffled. "Go to sleep."

Sheng Yuze didn't speak again. In the darkness, he rested his head on his arm.

The room was so quiet that only He Zhaoyang's soft breathing and the rustling of the blankets as she turned over could be heard.

After a while, her breathing became even.

Sheng Yuze fell asleep as he listened to her steady breathing.

He Zhaoyang was not actually asleep.

She lay on her side, her back to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), but her ears were constantly perked up, listening to the sounds below.

Sheng Yuze's breathing came from the floor mat, gradually becoming heavier.

She waited for a while before gently turning over, facing outwards, and peering down from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

In the darkness, Sheng Yuze lay on his side, breathing steadily, as if he were asleep.

He Zhaoyang slowly sat up, lifted a corner of the blanket, and took out the agate necklace from under her pillow.

She held the necklace in her hand and began to absorb spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy flowed into her meridians through her palms, and she felt the fatigue in her body slowly dissipating.

She has already felt her space expanding further.

But it was too late and she was sleepy, so she went to bed first and planned to take another look when she got up early the next day.

The next morning, He Zhaoyang was awakened by the glaring sunlight.

She groggily turned over, wanting to rub her eyes.

Then she realized that her hands couldn't reach her face.

wrong.

She held her hand up to her eyes—downy hair. Fine downy hair covered the entire back of her hand.

She sat up abruptly, looked down at herself, and saw that her whole body was covered in downy hair.

She reached up and touched the top of her head, where she felt a pair of long, furry ears hanging down beside her hair.

She froze on the kang (a heated brick bed), her mind buzzing.

No, how did I revert to my original form?

He Zhaoyang slowly turned his head and glanced at the ground.

Fortunately, Sheng Yuze has not yet woken up.

She stared at him for several seconds, making sure he was really not awake, before slowly exhaling.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and cast a spell to transform.

But the downy fur is still downy fur, and the ear is still an ear.

She even felt that the spiritual energy was deliberately working against her, circulating within her body, going in from one side and coming out from the other.

She opened her eyes and tried again, but it still didn't work.

The downy fur grew steadily on her body, and her ears drooped on her shoulders, without moving an inch.

He Zhaoyang looked down at his hairy hands, his ears drooping softly beside his face.

The kitchen door creaked open, and someone was walking around in the yard.

She had to leave. She had to get out of the house before he woke up, find a place to hide, and figure something out once he was gone.

She took a deep breath and was about to jump off the kang (a heated brick bed) when a large hand firmly grabbed her.

He Zhaoyang was so scared he almost flew out of his skin.

Looking down, Sheng Yuze still had his eyes closed, but his breathing was a little rapid, as if he was about to wake up.

He Zhaoyang didn't dare to move, just watching Sheng Yuze pull him into his arms.

She was afraid that if she struggled, Sheng Yuze would wake up.

He Zhaoyang looked at Sheng Yuze helplessly, his breathing still steady.

Slowly, as she looked at Sheng Yuze's face, she couldn't help but recall the fox; the face was exactly the same.

She smelled Sheng Yuze's scent again; it smelled like soap, while the fox smelled like it had been exposed to the sun.

Both flavors reassured her.

Gradually, she started to feel sleepy.

I went to bed late last night and absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. Although my body felt comfortable, I was still mentally exhausted.

Sheng Yuze's breathing was right next to her ear, slow and even, as if hypnotizing He Zhaoyang.

Her eyelids started to droop. She tried to hold them up, then tried again, but then she couldn't hold them up any longer.

She fell completely asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Yuze paused in his breathing.

Sheng Yuze's eyelashes twitched, then twitched again, and then slowly opened.

He looked down and saw He Zhaoyang nestled in his arms, his face buried in his chest, his hands on his shoulders, his legs crossed over his waist, breathing evenly, fast asleep.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on her hair, which was messy and had a tuft sticking up that trembled gently with her breath.

Sheng Yuze was stunned.

Isn't He Zhaoyang sleeping in bed?

He only remembered vaguely reaching out and grabbing something in the middle of the night, something soft and furry.

But he was so sleepy that he didn't have time to open his eyes before he fell asleep again while still holding that bundle.

The woman he's holding in his arms right now is his wife.

Sheng Yuze froze on the floor, his arm still draped over her waist, unsure whether to pull it away or leave it there.

He looked down at her profile as she lay on his chest, her eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly parted, her warm breath seeping into the fabric of his shirt, making that patch of skin feel warm from her exhaled breath.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart pounded.

She moved slightly, nuzzled her face against his chest again, mumbled something indistinctly, and then stopped moving.

He and his wife are so cute.

He stared at He Zhaoyang without moving, his arm stiff and motionless.

Until He Zhaoyang woke up.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a six-pack.

She slowly raised her head and met Sheng Yuze's lowered gaze.

The two were very close, close enough that He Zhaoyang could see the black mole under his eye and feel his warm breath.

She froze for two seconds, then suddenly shrank back, hitting the back of her head on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with a "thud".

She hissed in pain, and Sheng Yuze quickly stepped forward to rub her head, saying, "Be careful."

The impact completely brought He Zhaoyang to her senses. She quickly checked whether she had returned to human form and was relieved to see that her arms were hairless.

He Zhaoyang seemed to feel that they were too close, and pushed him away in a bit of a panic, "I, I'm hungry, I'll wash up first and then eat."

After saying that, he left in a panic.

When He Zhaoyang ran out, he tripped on the threshold, staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance, and ran off without looking back.

Sheng Yuze was still sitting on the floor mat, his arm raised in the air, maintaining the same position as when he was rubbing her head.

He paused for two seconds, then withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm.

Her warmth still lingered there, warm and with the slight touch of her hair.