Chapter 38: Deepening Affection and Repaying a Debt

(As an author who isn’t a plot-focused player, I might not remember early plot details clearly, but when Mao You speaks, she always adds “meow”—this “meow” is deliberately faked, or only slips out unconsciously; for reference, search: “Mao You pretending to be cute.”)

Mao You eagerly tore open the can, grabbed a piece of mackerel, and shoved it into her mouth; before she’d even chewed twice, she grabbed another and stuffed it in.

“Mmm! So delicious!”

In just a moment, Mao You finished the entire can; before swallowing the last bite, she was already tearing open another can.

Ye Qingfeng was utterly stunned by Mao You’s wolf-like eating style.

Look at how starved this child is… how long has it been since she ate?

Judging by her appearance and what she said earlier, she’s probably been wandering outside—possibly in a situation like Nico’s, owing a huge debt or worse.

She doesn’t look like a fugitive; I’ll give her some Ding Ni later—consider it a good deed.

Of course! It’d be even better if he could pet those cat ears again!!

“Mmm—!”

While Ye Qingfeng was momentarily stunned, Mao You choked from eating too fast, slapping her chest while slowly extending her other hand toward him, “Choking… I’m choking…”

“Quick! Drink some water!”

Ye Qingfeng hurriedly pulled out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Mao You; she grabbed it frantically but couldn’t twist the cap open for the life of her.

A pair of large, watery eyes gazed pitifully at Ye Qingfeng.

…Is she an idiot?

Ye Qingfeng said nothing, simply twisted the cap open and held the bottle to Mao You’s lips, while his other hand gave her back a firm, appropriate pat.

“Ugh! I’m alive again!”

Mao You drank nearly half the bottle in one go, and with Ye Qingfeng’s help, recovered quickly; she bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath, “Thought I was gonna die…”

【Ding! Mao You’s affection increased by 5%. Current affection: 20%.】

Ye Qingfeng felt that if she kept wandering like this for two more days, he might never see his target again…

Since Ye Qingfeng had poured the water directly into her mouth, nearly half had spilled from her lips, soaking a large portion of her body.

Clearly, Mao You’s clothes weren’t the kind that turned transparent when wet, but the soaked fabric clung tightly to her skin, outlining her figure without mercy.

Upon closer inspection, Mao You had a decent figure—though compared to Anbi and Qingyi, she still couldn’t match Nico or Zhu Yuan.

Now that he thought about it, when she’d thrown herself at him earlier, he’d been too flustered to notice…

“Savior, savior! Why is your face a little red?” Mao You tiptoed and waved her hand in front of Ye Qingfeng’s face. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Ye Qingfeng snapped back to reality and looked down—there, before him, was a tantalizing sight: the thin fabric, now soaked and plastered to her skin, revealed a deep, snowy groove that seemed to suck the soul right in.

“No… I just feel a bit hot…”

Ye Qingfeng immediately averted his gaze, terrified he’d lose control; the flush on his face didn’t fade, and Mao You’s figure and that snowy groove kept flashing in his mind—he waved his hand frantically, but it did nothing.

“But I feel kinda cold!” Mao You shivered, looked down, and saw her clothes soaked through; she tugged at the clinging fabric. “Why are my clothes wet? This is so uncomfortable!”

“By the way, Savior! I still don’t know your name!”

“Ye Qingfeng. Just call me Qingfeng.” Ye Qingfeng pulled out a pack of tissues and handed them over. “Wipe yourself… why are you calling me ‘savior’?”

“Because of two cans?”

“No no no! These aren’t ordinary cans—they’re super-ultra-delicious mackerel cans!”

“…”

Mao You pulled out several tissues and pressed them against her clothes; once they absorbed most of the moisture, she slowly lifted her head and looked at Ye Qingfeng. “Savior, I’m so cold!”

More precisely, she was staring at his coat.

Ye Qingfeng’s lips twitched. After eating her fill, she was already eyeing his coat—does she think he’s an easy mark? Seriously…

“Here.”

Still, Ye Qingfeng took off his coat and handed it to Mao You—it was his fault her clothes were wet.

“Thank you so much, Savior!” Mao You snatched the coat from his hands, as if afraid he’d change his mind, and quickly slipped it on, zipping it up.

To Mao You, Ye Qingfeng’s coat was far too big—she could barely stick two fingers out of the sleeves, and the hem covered half her thighs, like she’d put on a mini skirt.

“It smells like the Savior!” Mao You lowered her head and sniffed the collar. “So nice!”

Ye Qingfeng’s heart had been in turmoil, and he’d been suppressing his burning desire—but Mao You was constantly teasing his soul.

Since arriving in this world, Ye Qingfeng had found only two benefits!

First, he could forget his past life and start fresh.

Second, this world was full of beast-girls!

Fluffy fur, lively ears and tails—when these traits merged with human form, they created an effect greater than the sum of their parts!

“Mao You!” Ye Qingfeng strode firmly to her side. “Since I’m your savior, shouldn’t you repay me?”

“W-what are you going to do…?”

Looking up at the towering figure before her, Mao You involuntarily swallowed. Slowly raising her head, her large, glistening eyes revealed helplessness and vulnerability; an inexplicable aura washed over her.

Whether stunned by Ye Qingfeng’s imposing presence or stirred by the scent that awakened long-buried longing, warmth spread through her body, her limbs growing weak and unresponsive.

“That kind of thing… isn’t… allowed! Not at least… not here…”

Mao You tried to step back, but couldn’t move; her blushing face was adorably flushed, and her voice trembled—soft, trembling, and sweet, as if lacking conviction.

“I’m coming!”

Ye Qingfeng gazed at Mao You with a wicked smile; his hands, raised without her noticing, crept closer.

“No…”

Mao You closed her eyes as if surrendering, her breathing quickened, her body trembling slightly.

“Ah~! Not there… not there! Meow—!!”

Two large palms gripped her two sensitive spots; his nimble fingers relentlessly stimulated them, drawing out continuous, breathy cries.

Mao You gasped heavily, waves of stimulation flooding her mind; her pink tongue slipped out halfway, glistening with moisture, a thin strand of saliva dripping from her lips.

“Hah… hah! Too intense… I’m gonna break…”