Sunlight, warm and intrusive, stabbed through Qiao Zhi's eyelids. She groaned, a sound that emerged as a tiny, pathetic squeak. Squeak? Her eyes flew open, instantly overwhelmed. Everything was enormous. The weave of the blanket beneath her felt coarse and cavernous. The pillow beside her wasn't a pillow; it was a looming, soft mountain range. And pressed against her side, radiating warmth and vibrating with a low, rhythmic rumble, was… another small, furry body.
Panic, cold and sharp, shot through her. Gu Yangjin! She tried to call out, to shake her lover awake, but all that escaped her throat was another high-pitched mewl. She lifted a hand to nudge the black-furred form beside her… and froze. Instead of familiar fingers, a small, pink-padded paw waved helplessly in the air. Soft ginger fur covered the limb.
