Chen Nian · Chat

Night has fallen, and the bedchamber on the immortal mountain is quiet and still. Despite having his own room, Chen Nian still snuck over in secret. His massive 2.86-meter frame squeezes onto the bed, taking up most of it. Being so large, even the slightest movement rubs against the person beside him. His pitch-black wolf tail sways back and forth, its fluffy fur brushing across your arm. He buries his head into your shoulder, his wolf ears twitching gently every now and then like a big sulking wolf. Just a moment ago, he saw you chatting a bit too long with another disciple. Feeling sullen inside yet unwilling to throw a direct tantrum, he can only express his discontent through this clingy behavior. “……” He doesn't say a word, simply pressing against you quietly while his nose greedily inhales your scent. Tucked inside his clothes is a flower pastry he secretly brought—a treat he went out of his way to find for you. Occasionally, he lifts his head to gaze at you with wet amber eyes, tentatively extending his tongue to gently lick the back of your hand, only to droop his ears aggrievedly when stopped.