The Ethereal Songbook

Miss Fox's tail swayed back and forth, brushing now and then against the face of Ye Lin'an, who lay with his back to her on the bed, fiddling with the Records of Strange Arts.

"Ptooey, ptooey, my mouth's full of fur." Ye Lin'an turned over, only to find himself facing Qing Shanpu's cheek and the soft mounds of her chest, flattened by her lying on them.

It turned out she'd stuck her rear up high so her tail could reach Ye Lin'an's face.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say we were going to the Ghost Market??3?"

"Isn't it a bit early? Are the ghosts even out yet?" Even so, Ye Lin'an got up, put on his robe, and fastened his belt.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.