Chu Yun's mind was clouded by a thick fog. Thinking cost him, every thought felt as if it was being pulled through a swamp. The overwhelming urge to mate dominated all his senses.
He could feel his fox clawing at his insides, begging for release. With a groan, he relaxed his shoulders and spine and let his tails and ears unfurl.
Xiao Zai gasped the moment Chu Yun's tails fanned behind him, standing on end just as his ears did.
A strong wave of pheromones hit him, making his elbows buckle. Xiao Zai's wolfberry wine scent left him feeling drunker than all the alcohol they had last night.
"You should leave," Chu Yun snarled, clenching his fingers on the sheets.
Xiao Zai was still looking up at him from the floor, his own fingers curled on the sheets as if he was trying to hold himself back. "You didn't expect to go into rut."
