Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: She has a fox baby?
Su Qinglan slipped deeper into sleep, her tired body finally relaxing… But her mind drifted somewhere strangely warm and soft.

A dream.

A good one… but also a strange one.

She felt something tugging gently at her chest. Warm, small, and surprisingly strong. Her brows twitched, and inside the dream she slowly looked down…

A tiny fox.

A very beautiful, snowy-white little fox was curled against her chest, its fluffy tail twitching happily as it suckled like it had been starving for decades. Its little paws kneaded her skin, soft but insistent, like it had finally found the thing it had been searching for forever.

Su Qinglan’s heart melted instantly.

Her arms moved on their own, cradling the tiny creature close.

Oh my… How beautiful…

A warm, aching maternal feeling ignited through her, gentle and instinctive. She stroked the fox’s silky ears, watching it nuzzle deeper into her chest.

But confusion bubbled up a moment later.

Wait… where did this naughty fox come from?

She had never seen such a fox before. White fur, star-bright eyes, so soft and so… clingy.

And then…another thought hit her.

Shouldn’t it be a tiger baby…?

She was pregnant with tiger cubs. There should not be a fox here at all.

Her mind spun slightly, trying to understand the dream, but the tiny fox paid no attention to her confusion. It was too busy being naughty.

It suckled strongly on one breast while its paw mischievously played with the other, tiny claws lightly scraping over her sensitive skin. Su Qinglan flushed crimson even inside her own dream.

“Ah..wait…n-no, you naughty little…” she murmured helplessly.

But the fox did not listen.

And then…

Sharp pain.

“…Hh!” She hissed sharply when the tiny creature suddenly bit down on her nipple, as if testing its teeth or trying to chew it.

The pain jolted through her like lightning.

Su Qinglan sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes flew open.

Her heart thumped wildly, still half stuck in the dream, still feeling the phantom bite on her chest. For a moment her vision became blurred…white, soft, fluffy…

No.

Not fluffy.

Hair.

A whole messy silver-white curtain of hair was right in front of her face, tickling her chin.

She blinked, confused, her sleepy mind trying to make sense of the sight.

What…? Why is there hair here?

Her gaze trailed down… slowly… cautiously… almost dreading what she would see.

And then she froze.

Because that “hair” was attached to a head.

And that head belonged to…

“Rong… Ye…?”

Her voice was a whisper, a gasp, a question, and a threat all tangled into one.

But Rong Ye did not hear any of it. Not even a little bit.

He was far too busy.

His entire face was buried between her breasts, shamelessly pressed into her soft flesh. His lips were wrapped around her nipple, sucking and nibbling like a spoiled cub who had found the best food of his life. One of his hands cupped her other breast, kneading it lazily, gently, and possessively like he owned the whole soft bundle.

And the worst part?

He was humming.

Actually humming, a soft, content sound that vibrated right against her sensitive skin.

Su Qinglan’s expression went from sleepy-tender to confused… then to horrified…

…then to pure, fiery rage.

This… this naughty fox…

He hadn’t just appeared in her dream.

He had caused it.

He had literally been doing all this on her real body, while she thought she was nursing some magical fox baby!

Her jaw dropped open, then snapped shut so fast she almost bit her tongue.

He bit me in real life?! That was not a dream bite?!

She glared down again…just in time to see him do it.

Rong Ye gave her swollen bud another little nibble, like he was testing it again. She felt the sharp sting and nearly exploded on the spot.

“RONG YE!” she wanted to shout.

But before she could, he suddenly froze…only for a second, and then he flicked his tongue gently against the hurt spot, soothing it. Soft licks, careful circles, and warm breath calm the sting.

Her rage stuttered. Her mind stuttered. Her heart stuttered.

Then her rage came back twice as strong.

Meanwhile, Rong Ye continued completely unaware that the owner of these very abused breasts was wide awake. He suckled with slow, deep pulls like he was drinking warmth straight from her soul.

His hand kneaded the other breast with lazy, rhythmic motions, fingers spreading and squeezing, thumb brushing over her sensitive bud in a way that made her entire body twitch.

“Rong Ye…” she whispered through clenched teeth.

The silver head nuzzled deeper.

He even sighed into her chest like he had just found heaven.

Her whole body trembled.

He’s dead. He is absolutely dead.

She lifted a shaking hand, grabbed a fistful of his fluffy silver hair, and made him look at her.

Rong Ye made a muffled “…mmph?!” sound against her skin, startled like a fox cub caught stealing eggs. His head jerked up, lips wet, face flushed, mouth still glistening from his crimes…

And Su Qinglan’s furious eyes met his wide, guilty ones.

There was a full second of silence.

Then his expression shifted:

Confused → Realizing → Horrified → Pretending to be innocent.

“Qing… Qinglan?” He whispered, trying to smile, even though his hand did leave the soft bundle. “Y-you’re awake…?”

She glared at him like she was about to end his entire bloodline.

“Rong Ye,” she said slowly. “Explain. Right. Now.”

​Rong Ye blinked his large, innocent violet eyes, the very picture of bewilderment. He sat up a little on the cold stone bed, clutching the furs to his chest like a modest maiden.

His voice was soft, laced with a genuine-sounding confusion that almost, almost, made Si Qinglan doubt she was the wrong one here.

“Lan… Lan Lan? What is it? What happened?” He murmured, his brows furrowed in a perfect imitation of concern.

He looked down at his own naked body, then at the furs, then back at Qinglan, his expression suggesting he’d just woken up from a very deep, very confusing nap.

“I… I feel like I just had the strangest dream. I was… running. I was running for a long, long time, and then I was eating. A very sweet, soft… bun.”

He shook his head slowly, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders. “Did I… did I get up? I have a bad habit of sleepwalking, you see. Ever since I was a cub, I’d wander off. Once, I woke up three miles from our tribe, completely naked, holding a dead rabbit. I had no idea how I got there.” He looked utterly hapless.

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything strange while sleepwalking? I truly had no ideas.”

Si Qinglan’s face went from pale to a dangerous shade of crimson. Her hand immediately flew to her chest, where the three distinct bite marks…one deep, one sharp, one just a nip…throbbed in painful, embarrassing synchrony. Sleepwalking?!

The shameless, lying, manipulative little fox! Her poor, precious assets had been assaulted, abused, and thoroughly gnawed on by three different beastmen in less than one day!

“No ideas?! Rong Ye, you little liar!” She roared, her voice cracking with anger.

She lunged forward, intending to deliver a solid, well-deserved punch to his handsome, deceptively innocent face.