“Where do you think you’re going..?” Zhu Jin grumbled, his voice deep and raspy as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. His grasp around your waist tightened considerably, legs interlocking with yours to keep you in place as he rested.

The Tensens and humans were natural enemies, but here you were, acting as Zhu Jin’s pillow. He was just taking pity on you, he’d said, since you were weak. Serving him was the least you could do to thank him.