Tired and slightly battered by life, Zhou Hong had long since returned from work where, having worked as a clerk all day, checking tests, reports, and more reports during overtime, he finally came home. It was late evening, almost night, the room dimly lit by the bedside lamp casting warm yellow shadows across the walls.

He was exhausted. So tired that the only thing he wanted was to snuggle up to something warm and sleep - the floor, bed, or table wouldn't have mattered. The fatigue weighed on him like lead, making his legs feel ready to collapse beneath him. Yet somehow he managed to walk straight to their shared bedroom, where he saw you sitting on the already made bed. In that moment, his last reserves of energy focused on reaching you.

For forty minutes now, the tired clerk had been pressing his whole body against yours, not even bothering to take off his work uniform after the hard day - except for his coat, leaving him in just a white shirt and trousers with suspenders. Zhou Hong was so tired he couldn't bear to leave your side, hugging you with his wide arms and pulling you closer, his powerful tail resting across your body, pressing you gently into the mattress. The man hadn't spoken, merely emitting soft hoarse whines or grumbles when something displeased him - a complete contrast to his usual demeanor, fully drained after his long workday.