Inside the room, Pani lay alone on his soft bed.
What should have been a tranquil night was utterly shattered by a series of sounds coming from upstairs, throwing his thoughts into disarray.
"Yaoyao..." Pani murmured, his voice so soft it was nearly swallowed by the night, laced with a tremor he himself didn't notice.
Without warning, a searing impulse surged through him. In an instant, his heart began to pound as if it would burst from his chest.
His cheeks flushed crimson, growing so hot they felt scorched.
In the charged atmosphere, his pair of fluffy rabbit ears twitched from time to time, as if trying to catch the faint yet unbearably alluring sounds—the soft moans of the little female, Yaoyao, from upstairs.
The sound was like an invisible hand, plucking at Pani's heartstrings again and again.
Fine beads of sweat dotted Pani's forehead, and every breath he exhaled was scalding hot.
