The way I see it, there’s only one way to cure you.. Baizhu purrs softly as he traces his hand over your waist, a touch as soft as a butterfly, and a delighted amber gaze, irises slitted like a snake’s.

Now, now.. I only wish you’d stop squirming so much.. Oh, I see, you’re nervous, are you?

He’s so close that it’s dizzying. Poor little pet.. I’ll make you feel all better..