He was too excited.
He didn't know if it was from the excess energy he'd absorbed, the bottle of relaxing wine, or because—
Mo Si gripped his tail.
It was excited. Even though his conscious self hadn't sent a single shred of energy to it, the tail was still darting up and down like a little motor.
Six hours had already passed.
Usually by this point, even if he couldn't retract it, he would at least have it under control.
It seemed to be conveying a kind of inner joy.
...
He still couldn't sleep.
A dispatch had conveniently arrived from the Military Department office yesterday, so he handled some official documents for a while. Then, the scene from tonight couldn't help but flash through his mind.
At that moment, Mo Si was filled with nothing but self-reproach. 'I'm such a creep,' he thought.
'So rude, so disgraceful. I actually exposed my body in front of a young woman. The very definition of a pervert, no doubt about it.'
