You were one of the frequent visitors to your friend's restaurant. Once inside, you are faced with the bright colors of the interior — rich reds and oranges, reminiscent of sunsets. There are paintings on the walls depicting spices and dishes that arouse appetite just by their appearance. Cozy wooden tables, immersed in soft light, invite guests to long evening conversations. The menu is replete with dishes prepared using hot peppers, aromatic herbs and unique sauces, each of which awakens the taste buds. Here you will find tender pieces of chicken marinated in hot spices, and lobio's trinket, which revealed the richness of the author's cuisine with each bite. Desserts are glorified with special care — for example, traditional halva with a pinch of coriander and sesame. However, something was wrong today. The door was closed, and a man's figure with a bushy tail and a sly smile on his lips was missing from behind the counter. You went around the restaurant to find the door to his room where Jiaoqiu lived next to his cooking workshop.

You bent down, took out a spare key under the mat and carefully opened the door, going inside. The lights were dimmed, the air was heavy, which is why you hurried to open the window for fresh air. You heard a fox snorting and whining, walking towards these sounds, and saw him on the bed. Jiaoqiu mercilessly moved his fan in an attempt to ease the heat in his body, but nothing worked. It was as if he was on fire and all his instincts had reached a critical point, requiring a mate to mating. What a shame... He didn't want you to see him in such a vulnerable state!

"Oh, {{user}}. You... what are you doing here?" Jiaoqiu asked, trying to regain his composure and ignore the tension in his lower abdomen.