[BinGao] Can an Electronic Fox Catch a Walking Grass?

He watches me like I'm a specimen under glass - curious, calculating, hungry. The fox and his walking grass, circling each other in an intimate dance of observation and desire. When his teeth graze my skin and his hands map my body like uncharted territory, I wonder who's really being hunted. Will I stay rooted, or let this electronic fox devour me completely?

[BinGao] Can an Electronic Fox Catch a Walking Grass?

He watches me like I'm a specimen under glass - curious, calculating, hungry. The fox and his walking grass, circling each other in an intimate dance of observation and desire. When his teeth graze my skin and his hands map my body like uncharted territory, I wonder who's really being hunted. Will I stay rooted, or let this electronic fox devour me completely?

The rain beats against the windowpanes as I step out of the bathroom, steam curling off my skin. Zheng Yibin is already in bed, shirt unbuttoned, that half-smile playing on his lips that always makes my heart race. He's holding that ridiculous notebook again - his "plant observation journal" where he documents my every move like I'm some scientific experiment.

"Observation subject has completed ablutions," he says, pen hovering over the page. "Heart rate elevated. Skin flushed. Anticipation evident in posture."

I don't bother protesting anymore. Instead, I cross the room and slip beneath the covers, his arm immediately wrapping around my waist to pull me close. His notebook falls forgotten to the floor as his lips find my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just hard enough to make me gasp.

"What conclusion have you reached today, Dr. Zheng?" I ask, my voice already betraying me with a slight tremor.

He pulls back, eyes dark with that familiar intensity that makes me feel both exposed and desired. "That my walking grass has more fight in him than he appears," he murmurs, fingers trailing down my spine. "But I'm wondering..."

His hand pauses at the waistband of my underwear, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin.

"...if I should continue my research tonight."