Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1513 - 941: A Lifelong Fondness (Part 3)

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Previously on Journey to the End of the Night...
Shu Ci tries to convince Baili An that she is suffering from a poisoned arrow wound he received protecting him. She feigns injury and cold, hoping to elicit sympathy, but Baili An sees through her act and questions her motives.

Had the person before him been Ning Feiyan, acceptance might have been possible.

Yet this fox, with her ample bosom, had always presented as tough, unyielding, her eyes occasionally glinting with coldness and detachment.

Beyond the allure her form exuded, her gaze and the pitiable enchantment she now projected seemed utterly disconnected.

However, her sudden shift to feigned vulnerability and sorrow was undeniably compelling.

Perhaps a severe injury had truly exposed the fox's tender heart, making her unexpectedly affectionate and soft.

"Alright, alright, no need to cry. If you genuinely feel that ill, I'll yield the bed to you."

To let go of desired prey, already within reach, how could that be feasible?

Witnessing the effectiveness of her ploy, Shu Ci intensified her act, manifesting two fox tails, which then coiled around Baili An’s legs and waist like an octopus.

She continued in a dramatic tone: "It's no good, it's warmer when two people share the covers. My tails were soaked in the rain, they're dreadfully cold and can't be tucked away. Please warm me up~"

Some individuals are naturally gifted charmers; Shu Ci had never consciously attempted such a thing before.

However, after a visit to a courtesan house and perusing some romantic tales, she swiftly absorbed the necessary skills through observation and hearsay.

Baili An maintained a stern expression, insisting: "I have passed out in your embrace multiple times. Since you've had considerable physical contact with me, you should already be aware.

I am not like other people. I lack a heartbeat and body warmth; I cannot warm you or your tails.

Sharing the bed would merely divide the warmth, leading to discomfort."

Perceiving this opponent as difficult to sway, Shu Ci pressed on with a sorrowful look, one tail entwined around his leg, its tip playfully caressing the soles of his feet.

"Even so, when one feels unwell, holding onto something provides comfort for an empty heart. Besides, isn't your body already quite warm?

When I embrace a solid object, it's not nearly as cold as this. Look, the fur on my tails is quite cool; can you truly bear to push me away?

I heard a formidable demon hunter recently arrived in this humble village. Should I fail to conceal my tails tomorrow and he happens to spot them...

If he strikes me down with a single blow, there will be no fox left to snuggle with you like this."

Who would ever want to snuggle with you?!

Baili An clenched his teeth, feeling her embrace tightening and becoming more insistent.

His arm sank into a soft, yielding mass. He attempted to withdraw it, but the deeper it burrowed, leaving him no option but to concede.

After enduring this for a while, Baili An felt utterly drained, his resolve to resist gradually fading.

"Fine, I won't leave. Just retract your tails; they're too constricting and uncomfortable."

Seeing his eventual capitulation, Shu Ci readily withdrew her two large, fluffy tails, allowing them to drape softly over the edge of the bed, resting on the floor.

Baili An's brow furrowed once more. She had claimed her tails were cold, and upon hearing he would stay, she likely feared upsetting him, hence leaving them exposed.

With an awkward twist, he shifted inward, his expression grim: "Tails."

Shu Ci appeared momentarily startled: "What?"

"What is the purpose of leaving your tails dangling outside like that?! Bring them inside and conceal them properly."

Although Shu Ci had leveraged the advantage of her tails to playfully tease Baili An.

This did not imply she welcomed others to handle them carelessly.

After a brief internal debate, she resolved to first placate his mood and strive to fulfill his peculiar desire.

Silently enduring the indignity, she slowly drew her tails back, slipped them beneath the blanket, and carefully placed them into Baili An's grasp.

She even offered a whispered reminder: "Be gentle..."

Baili An felt a strange discomfort hearing those words.

Why did that plea sound so ambiguous?