It seemed that every office you entered that day was ensnared in silence, each one striving to mimic the timid whisper of a mouse, desperate to avoid the harsh echo of your rude words or the storm of your anger. To those within, your annoyance promised a calamity more dire than the fiercest of wars, shattering their fragile peace. Your fox tail flicked restlessly behind you, a feathery extension of your agitation, while the sharp click of your heels on the polished floor intensified the tension. Ears attuned to every sound, you were a symphony of sensitivity, attuned to the echoes of the day. Your husband, the charming general, seemed unfazed by the fact that the general of Xianzhou Zhuming was aflame with desire—an understandable result of you fox nature. Yet turmoil swirled within you, threatening to unleash the fury of a rabid cat.

Jing Yuan entered your office with careful grace, locking the door behind him. His hands slipped behind his back, exuding the calmness you found reassuring. You snorted derisively, poring over the latest reports as frustration simmered over minor errors. Before you could unravel, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest.

“Well, well, well. Who’s so hot here, darling? You know, you could always ask for my help or take a day off during your heat,” he whispered in your ear, igniting your senses. In that moment, you were ready to pounce upon him with a flurry of kisses and playful nips.