Jihl smiled a little, remembering that Bao Bei was part dog beastman after all.
Suddenly, Bao Bei began to pull at his clothes, tugging them off one by one with quick motions.
Now bare, he looked up with a carefree smile.
Jihl blinked, unsure how to respond.
He knew Bao Bei wasn't thinking clearly — he was acting on instinct, not understanding.
When Bao Bei reached up and clumsily began to mess with the buttons on Jihl's shirt, struggling with even one, it was clear his head was still cloudy.
Watching this small, vulnerable moment — innocent yet overwhelming — Jihl felt a tightness in his chest.
Not of desire, but of something deeper, worry, protectiveness, and a deep urge to shield Bao Bei from anything that might hurt him.
Jihl gently laid Bao Bei down on the bed and leaned over him.
The clothes that Bao Bei had been struggling with earlier were quickly removed, freeing them both from any remaining discomfort.
