Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

Su Qinglan had just finished her warm bath when Han Jue stepped into the room.

He looked at her, his eyes softening instantly. "Lanlan, you’ve bathed?"

Su Qinglan nodded softly. Without a word, Han Jue gently grabbed a plush towel and began drying her waist-length hair with delicate, careful movements.

Once her hair was damp-free, he effortlessly lifted her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bed, helping her slip into a soft, comfortable nightgown.

As she settled down, Han Jue’s hands carefully shifted her gown to check her skin. His gaze was sharp and intense...if he had found a single mark on her body, he would have stormed right out of the room to beat that shameless angel to a pulp!

Seeing no injuries, he frowned slightly. "Did you use your ability to heal yourself?"

Su Qinglan blinked, wondering why he was asking. She slowly shook her head. "No... I didn’t."

Truthfully, she found it a bit strange to use her own spiritual energy to heal her own body. It always gave her an uncomfortable, prickling sensation, so she hardly ever used it on herself unless absolutely necessary.

Besides, after leaving the Sacred Pond, she felt completely energized and full of vitality, so there had been no reason to use it.

Han Jue nodded, slightly reassured. But his stern, worried expression didn’t fade.

"Lie down," he instructed softly. "You must be sore all over from that wild beast, right?"

Su Qinglan’s face instantly flushed a brilliant crimson. She gave a playful, teasing smile, shifting her shoulders. "It’s nothing! See? I’m completely fine; I can even jump around!"

Han Jue remained silent for a second, looking at her with deep affection mixed with heavy annoyance. "Lanlan... how could he be such an absolute beast? He flew away with you for an entire week! He is truly shameless. I knew he was up to no good...he clearly has even more shameless tricks up his sleeve than Rong Ye!"

Hearing Han Jue complain so grumpily about An Mo, Su Qinglan couldn’t help but giggle softly. She leaned in, snuggling her face right into his broad, warm chest.

Han Jue placed a large, broad palm over her delicate waist, pulling her straight onto his lap.

"It’s not like that..." Su Qinglan defended softly against his chest. "He’s an angel, so... his ways are just a bit different."

Han Jue buried his face in her hair, sighing. "I’m not complaining about him, Lanlan... I’m just upset because I missed you so much."

Su Qinglan’s heart melted. She giggled, pressing her cheek against his. "I know, I know... I missed you too."

Unable to hold back his longing any longer, Han Jue turned his head and captured her lips in a deep, fiery kiss. Su Qinglan kissed him back with equal passion, her hands sliding up his broad shoulders as she straddled his lap.

Groaning into the kiss, Han Jue gripped her waist, lifting her off his lap and gently laying her down onto the soft bed. He hovered directly over her, positioning himself between her legs, and Su Qinglan instinctively parted her thighs to accommodate him.

When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were dark with intense focus. Slowly, he bunched up her silk nightgown around her waist, exposing her lower body to his view.

Su Qinglan’s face burned like fire. "So impatient..." she teased softly.

Han Jue didn’t say a word.

Suddenly, his long fingers touched her most sensitive area, and Su Qinglan let out a sharp, soft hiss!

A sudden, cool, stinging sensation spread across her skin, bringing her instantly back to reality. He wasn’t trying to initiate anything...he was carefully applying a cool, soothing medicinal paste over her inflamed skin!

"Han Jue!" Su Qinglan gasped, her face bright red as she tried to shift away. "There’s really no need! I’m fine; it would have healed on its own by tomorrow morning!"

Han Jue remained completely silent and unyielding. He parted her legs a little firmer, carefully inspecting her red and slightly swollen entrance with a grave, pained expression.

Looking at his deeply worried, stern face, Su Qinglan let out a soft, helpless sigh.

It was only natural that being loved so relentlessly for seven straight days would leave her feeling sore and puffy from the intense friction.

She hadn’t been worried about it at all, assuming it would fade after a good night’s rest. But seeing how genuinely heartbroken and serious Han Jue looked while tending to her, she inwardly regretted not using her healing power earlier...even if that prickling sensation was uncomfortable, it would have saved her poor wolf husband from worrying himself to death!

After applying the soothing paste, Han Jue gently pulled Su Qinglan’s clothes back into place and tucked her securely beneath the soft blankets.

Slipping in right beside her, he gathered her slender body into his arms, resting his chin atop her head.

Exhausted from everything, Su Qinglan fell asleep almost instantly. Listening to the steady, soft rhythm of her breathing, Han Jue’s own eyes grew heavy, and he soon fell into a peaceful sleep as well.

Meanwhile, down the hall, An Mo was having a miserable time trying to sleep.

Restless and missing his sweet female, he quietly tiptoed out of his own room, creeping down the dimly lit corridor toward Su Qinglan’s door. He held his breath, his hand reaching out to softly turn the door handle.

Click.

Before he could even push the door open, the bedroom door directly across the hallway swung open!

An Mo froze in his tracks. He turned his head slowly, only to find Xuan Long standing in the doorway, staring at him with a deathly dark expression.

For a second, An Mo was completely dumbfounded. But as he took in the icy, rejected look on his face, a loud, sudden chuckle escaped his lips. Forgetting his stealthy plan entirely, he pointed a finger at Xuan Long and snickered.

"So you were kicked out too, right?!" An Mo whispered loudly, his golden eyes sparkling with pure mockery. "Serves you right, traitor! That’s what you get for ignoring me earlier!"

Xuan Long’s gaze darkened to a terrifying degree, but An Mo didn’t mind the lethal glare at all. He turned back around, quietly opening Su Qinglan’s door a crack and peeking inside.

Truthfully, his intentions this time were completely pure. He didn’t want to do anything wild; he just wanted to snuggle beside her and fall asleep peacefully.

The bed was huge anyway! Even if Han Jue was in there, An Mo was confident he could easily squeeze himself into a tiny corner right beside his mate.

He took one eager step into the room.

Grab!

Before his foot could even touch the floor inside, a broad, rock-hard hand shot out from behind, forcefully gripping the back of An Mo’s collar!

Without a shred of mercy, Xuan Long yanked the golden angel backward, dragging him straight out into the hallway and shutting Su Qinglan’s door with his foot.

"We haven’t spent time together in a long time," Xuan Long said in a flat, expressionless tone, keeping an iron grip on An Mo’s neck. "Come and sleep inside my room."

An Mo’s eyes widened in sheer horror. "Sleep inside your room?!" he squawked, trying frantically to twist out of the grip.

"Are you insane?! Since when did our brotherly affection become so deep that we need to share a bed?!"

Xuan Long didn’t bother answering. He had very clear ulterior motives: there was no way in hell he was going to let this shameless, slippery angel sneak into Su Qinglan’s bed while he was stuck sleeping alone!

If he couldn’t sleep with their mate tonight, then An Mo wasn’t going to either!

An Mo clawed at Xuan Long’s hand, his voice filled with dramatic betrayal as he was dragged down the hall. "Hey! Your fate is miserable tonight, so why are you making my fate miserable too?!"

Xuan Long didn’t loosen his grip for a single second.

Ignoring all of An Mo’s sarcastic grumbles and quiet curses, he effortlessly dragged the struggling angel straight into his room, slamming the door shut and locking them both inside for the night.