Amused, I fiddled with Xing Chuan’s extended arms. Suddenly, the hand that was hugging my waist clenched. The muscles on the long arm tensed and firmed up until they felt like a normal arm to the touch. A seductive splash of red gradually stretched out along his arm. His spider lily tattoo was like a living thing. I watched it start circling around his arm until it reached the wrist that was still resting on my waist.

Xing Chuan’s tattoo could change too.

Little Prince rolled over and lay against Xing Chuan’s arm. The long arm began to soften once again; it seemed like he didn’t want Little Prince to notice anything.

Glancing at them, I closed my eyes, resting my hand on Xing Chuan’s bracelet. With my fingertips...