Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 628 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 46

The yurt's curtain was still swaying slightly, and the wind and snow, carrying icy air, poured into the warm interior, leaving behind a chillingly empty space.

A few fine, soft white downy feathers drifted down slowly in the remaining warmth, landing silently on the cold carpet.

Yin Yan remained stiff, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the empty arm, as if the warmth of that snow-white body and the soft touch of that desperate gamble still lingered there.

"……Ah."

A very soft breath escaped from between tightly pursed lips, revealing no emotion, yet it was more chilling than any roar.

Those few strands of white down he gathered and tucked between his knuckles were like a blazing spark igniting a fuse. The next moment, his tall figure exploded like lightning!

He didn't violently smash through the curtain, but rather "slid" out with precision at a speed beyond the limits of vision—the movement was so fast that it only left a brief buzzing sound of air being compressed to the extreme in place, and his silver-gray silhouette had already blended into the raging wind and snow outside the door.

The wind and snow were howling, and visibility was extremely low.

But this posed no obstacle to the apex predator. The string of fresh, crooked, and varied plum blossom-shaped footprints on the snow shone as brightly as a lighthouse in daylight in Silverflame's eyes.

The owner of the footprints was clearly in a panic. His escape route was chaotic and disorganized. Sometimes he bumped into exposed tree roots, and sometimes he rolled in the snow and struggled to get up. His small body looked so thin and helpless in the cold wind.

Yun Chu only ran a few dozen steps!

The fluffy white pom-pom was still quite a distance from her simple little stone house.

Rapid breathing mixed with the wind and snow entered Yin Yan's ears, along with the sound of a heart pounding wildly in that small body—like a tiny, fine drum, rapidly striking notes of fear.

No warning!

A huge shadow seemed to condense and fall from the wind and snow itself, instantly enveloping the small figure struggling to dig in the snow, almost rolling into a ball, with a terrifying sense of oppression.

The cold snowflakes were carried by the strong airflow and struck the white mass.

Yun Chu turned around in horror, only to see the silver-gray sky rapidly covering the sky above her head, and a pair of golden vertical pupils that shimmered with a molten, furious rage amidst the swirling snow!

A hand covered in silver fur, so large it seemed to completely envelop the tiny rabbit's body, fell with the precision of an iron clamp!

There was not a shred of pity.

The immense force easily pinned the struggling, fluffy snowball to the ground. The cold, rough palm instantly became covered with even more snow-white down; although the claws didn't dig into the flesh, the strength was enough to render any struggle futile.

"Ugh...!" A desperate sob escaped his throat.

Yin Yan effortlessly lifted the "trophy" he held in his palm, his movements rough and filled with an explosive, offended rage.

Its tiny body hung in the air, its four paws kicking in vain, its long ears trembling wildly with fear.

Ignoring all futile resistance, his tall figure, accompanied by the icy wind and the lingering fear of his prey, strode forward, not towards the stone house Yun Chu was struggling to reach, but instead turning back—heading straight back to the curtain she had just narrowly escaped through!

"boom!"

The heavy animal-hide curtain was flung open by a strong gust of wind and then fell heavily back down.

The warmth of the yurt, the scent of ink, and the ambiguous atmosphere had not yet dissipated when the chill of the snow and the intense fear were forcibly brought back.

"Clap."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yin Yan, as if discarding a wronged object, slammed the still trembling ball of snow-white fluff in his palm onto the thick, warm fur carpet.

The force was not enough to cause any real harm, but it carried an undeniable sense of punishment.

A massive shadow fell completely once again.

Yin Yan looked down from his superior position, blocking all paths. He leaned down, his cold golden eyes burning with a terrifying eerie light in the flickering lamplight, staring intently at the small creature on the carpet, stunned and curled up in a ball due to the impact.

His voice was deep and resonant, like the muffled crack of an ice field, each word carrying lingering anger and an unyielding will, striking Yun Chu's taut nerves heavily:

"Change back."

"Now."

The chilling command, like an invisible chain, instantly tightened the air. The warm yurt seemed to transform into a giant furnace, and the flames in those golden eyes burned fiercely.

The chilling command, like an invisible chain, instantly tightened the air. The warm yurt seemed to transform into a giant furnace, and the flames in those golden eyes burned fiercely.

Silver Flame's command was like an invisible shackle, and the air suddenly froze. The snow-white fluff balls on the carpet trembled violently, a faint light shimmered beneath their fur, and their bones emitted a series of fine, crisp sounds.

Yun Chu's form twisted and elongated in the light and shadow, eventually transforming into a human shape—her snow-white rabbit ears clung tightly to her hair in fear, her skin shimmered like pearls under the warm yellow light, and red marks from his pinching remained on her slender neck.

She instinctively curled up and backed away, but Yin Yan grabbed her ankle and dragged her back. His heavy body pressed down on her, his tiger tail wrapped around her calf like a whip, his rough tongue licked the throbbing veins on the side of her neck, and the moment his fangs pierced her skin, Yun Chu let out a whimper.

"Run..." His breath was scorching, creating an eerie contrast with the chill emanating from his body.

The temperature inside the yurt plummeted, and ice crystals spread along Yin Yan's fingertips onto her skin, only to strangely turn scalding hot when they touched sensitive spots.

Yun Chu's struggles were suppressed by him with one hand; the unique power of the Tiger Clan made her unable to even move her fingertips.

As his sharp teeth bit into her trembling rabbit ears, the spiritual energy, a blend of ice and fire, flowed into her ear cartilage, creating a turbulent surge within her body.

In the instant of their union, ancient beast patterns appeared on Silver Flame's back, and a ghostly blue light projected their entangled figures onto the yurt's dome. Yun Chu's cries were silenced by his kiss; he seized her breath…

Outside, a blizzard roared, while inside the yurt, only broken breathing and the sound of fur rubbing together could be heard, until the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness of the icy plain.

At dawn, the blizzard finally subsided, and a hazy, gray-blue morning light enveloped the ice field.

Inside the yurt, the embers of the stove still emitted a faint warmth, and the air was filled with the intense scent of passion from the previous night.

Yin Yan opened his eyes, his golden vertical pupils gleaming with a dark luster in the morning light (Yin Yan's estrus cycle had been activated).

His arms were still tightly wrapped around Yun Chu's waist. Her body was slightly curled up, her snow-white rabbit ears drooped softly, and her neck and collarbone were covered with bite marks and kiss marks he had left behind.

Her breathing was light, and there were still wet tears on her eyelashes, clearly indicating that she had been exhausted from the previous night.

He stared at her for a long time, his fingertips gently stroking the downy hair behind her ear. The images of their intertwined lovemaking from the previous night surged in his mind—her trembling, her sobs, her struggles and submission when she was forced to endure it…

The tiger's tail unconsciously wrapped around her calf, the rough tip of the tail rubbing against her delicate skin, arousing a slight shiver.

Yun Chu unconsciously flinched in her sleep, but he pulled her into his arms even tighter.

His hand slid down her back, his fingers gently grazing the sensitive area in her lower back, his deep voice carrying an unsatisfied desire:

"Don't pretend to be asleep if you're awake."

She jolted, opened her eyes, and met his burning gaze. Before she could react, Yin Yan rolled over and pinned her beneath him. His tiger tail forcefully parted her legs, his rough tongue licking the bite marks on her neck, his fangs gently grinding against her delicate veins.

“Last night was just the beginning,” his voice was low and dangerous, “we have a long way to go…”

The temperature inside the yurt quickly rose again, and spiritual energy, a mixture of ice crystals and flames, flowed between the two.

Yun Chu's struggles were easily suppressed by him, and her cries were sealed by his lips. Outside the window, the sunlight on the icy plains gradually rose until noon.