After being bound to the procreation system, the little female seduces everyone in the beast world.

Yan Shu quickly called out, "Achen, stop."

Ah Chen was slightly taken aback, paused for a moment, but still didn't look up, and said in a low voice, "Sir, I'm used to doing this, it's alright."

Yan Shu looked at him and saw that he treated her as such an insignificant existence, as if doing these things would make him feel useful.

He acted as if it were perfectly natural.

Yan Shu got off the bed and squatted down in front of him.

She said softly, "You don't need to do that."

His tone was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable concern.

Ah Chen paused for a moment, then looked up at her. Her slender, delicate eyes flickered with confusion and helplessness, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, revealing a natural melancholy and fragility. "My lady, I... I'm just used to it."

Yan Shu's gaze softened, and her tone became even warmer: "You don't need to prove yourself through these trivial matters."

She sighed softly, her voice low and gentle, "You are my person, not a servant. You shouldn't think so little of yourself."

Ah Chen lowered his head, his long neck and slender shoulders trembling slightly, his long black hair hanging down beside his face, obscuring his face which was as delicate as porcelain.

His figure was slender, making him appear exceptionally frail, like a petal that might be blown away by a gentle breeze at any moment. He remained silent for a few seconds, a look of bewilderment flickering in his eyes.

"stand up."

Yan Shu reached out to take his hand.

Ah Chen quickly pulled his hand back, dodging as if he had been electrocuted. His slender fingers curled up into a ball, and his expression was full of unease and anxiety. "Sir, please... my hands are dirty, they will get you dirty."

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, and a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes as she looked at his cautious appearance.

Ah Chen lowered his head, his black hair partially obscuring his face, revealing only his slightly reddened ear tips and his tightly pursed lips.

"Achen," Yan Shu called softly, her voice gentle, without reproach.

She reached out again and grasped his hand directly.

Ah Chen's hands felt rough to the touch and were slightly cool.

He looked up at her in surprise, his narrow eyes widening slightly, as if he had never imagined that someone would take his hand so unabashedly.

"Even if it's dirty, I don't care." Yan Shu's voice was gentle, as soft as a spring breeze. "Don't always think you're not worthy of being touched."

Achen was stunned. His throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

His face flushed slightly, and he lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze again, letting her warm hand hold his.

"Alright, stand up." Yan Shu gently pulled his hand, her tone filled with patience.

This time, Achen didn't dodge and slowly stood up with her help.

Although the slender figure still looked somewhat helpless, the slightly trembling hands did not withdraw again.

He said in a low voice, "Thank you... sir."

His voice was full of caution and gratitude.

Ah was like a wounded little animal that had just been gently comforted, looking down and not daring to look directly at her, but finding a trace of dependence in her eyes.

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes.

She couldn't help but look at Ah Chen's cautious face. His eyes were filled with deep unease and longing. The feeling of never being truly cared for made her heart ache.

She couldn't help but recall her past life—back then, she was also a person filled with fear and dread of being abandoned, yearning for a little warmth but daring not to ask for it.

I understand this feeling, so when I saw Ah Chen in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a ripple in my heart.

Before Yan Shu could say anything more, a large tail silently wrapped around her waist.

Tight.

Ah Xu lowered his head, buried his face in her shoulder, and gently rubbed against her, his tone revealing a hint of undisguised dissatisfaction: "Last time you pitied Ah Ling, and this time you pitied Ah Chen. When will you pity me?"

Yan Shu turned to look at A Xu's face, which rarely showed any sign of grievance.

Those fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, their eyelashes as soft as feathers, trembling gently, as if they were enduring something.

Her eyes held a deep sense of grievance and resentment, as if a thin layer of mist covered her deep pupils, making one almost feel her hidden vulnerability.

Yan Shu: "..."

She also felt that she was a bit unfair in her dealings with everyone.

They always have a soft spot for the pitiful.

Yan Shu quickly said, "Of course I pity you."

Ah Xu gently raised his chin, his tail lightly brushing against Yan Shu's waist, seemingly somewhat displeased: "Then why are you pitying me?"

She was silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ah Xu lowered the corners of his lips, looking aggrieved, and accused her, "Shu Shu, you said you would pity me, so why aren't you saying anything now? Were you just joking?"

Yan Shu lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then leaned in and kissed him on the face. The soft touch of her lips left a warm mark on A Xu's lips in an instant.

Ah Xu's eyes suddenly turned intense. He reached out and gently touched her chin, his movements slightly urgent, as if expressing some emotion that could not be ignored.

Yan Shu's eyes widened slightly, stunned by the sudden intimacy before her.

Her heartbeat seemed to be struck by the rhythmic kisses, the sounds around her began to become blurry and distant, all her thoughts instantly stopped, leaving only that warm touch.

She snapped out of her daze, only to realize that she had forgotten to push him away.

Her body was already stiff, her fingertips gently gripping the edge of her clothes, but she was powerless to offer any resistance.

Ah Xu's movements remained gentle, yet they were filled with an unspoken urgency. He gently guided her lips, their lips intertwining intimately with each of her breaths.

Her breathing became rapid, as if his kiss had ignited something within her; her body felt slightly warm, her heart raced, and it felt as if every inch of her skin was being burned.

His hand slowly slid up to her waist, rested on her back, and gently pressed against her body, but he was in no hurry to go any further.

A while will pass.

When he released her, Yan Shu was already slumped in his arms, her chest heaving violently and her eyes glazed over.

Ah Xu looked down at Yan Shu, his eyes filled with satisfaction and possessiveness. His hand gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips brushing across her slightly red lips, his gaze carrying a deep meaning.

But he still glanced at Achen, as if to confirm his current mood, his gaze carrying a kind of provocative coldness.

Ah Chen's face turned even redder. He stood stiffly, his eyes glazed over, clearly stunned by the shock of the scene.

Yan Shu nestled in A Xu's arms, facing A Chen directly, and she also felt shy.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to meet Ah Chen's gaze.

Although her relationship with Ah Chen had long since transcended this shy level, she still couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable being witnessed by him in person.

After all, Ah Chen's relationship with her is not that close yet; it could even be described as semi-familiar.

She unconsciously pinched Ah Xu's clothes, signaling him to stop fooling around.