Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 620 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 38

The medicine was quickly brewed, its rich bitterness tinged with a strange spiciness filling the stone room. Yin Yan dismissed those around him, including the worried Ying Shou, leaving only himself and the faintly breathing Yun Chu on the bed.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Yun Chu huddled in a thick snow bear fur rug, her pale face flushed red, sweat soaking the stray hairs on her forehead and sticking to her cheeks, making her look incredibly fragile.

His chapped lips parted slightly unconsciously, and his breathing was rapid and weak.

Yin Yan brought over a warm bowl of medicine. He first dipped his large finger in the medicine and carefully tried to pry open her lips. However, her jaw was clenched tightly.

He gently pried open her jaw with his fingers, trying to feed her the medicine.

However, Yun Chu, who was in a coma, seemed to have an instinctive resistance to bitterness. In addition, her fragile body, which was completely broken down, refused to let anything "unusual" enter. The warm medicine just dripped from the corner of her mouth and wet her fur.

I tried several times, and the result was the same.

As the little bit that had been painstakingly instilled was coughed up by her weak but stubborn swallowing reflex, Yin Yanrong's golden pupils gradually darkened, eventually turning into a deep, icy sea.

If this continues, the danger Jianyan spoke of will not be mere rhetoric.

The air inside the stone chamber seemed to freeze.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, casting a swaying shadow on the cold, silvery armor.

His gaze was fixed intently on Yun Chu's bloodless lips, as if he were engaged in some kind of intense internal struggle.

Finally, a cold-blooded resolve flashed in those molten gold beast eyes—all hesitation was suppressed, leaving only the command that success was imperative.

Yin Yan picked up the medicine bowl, tilted his head back, and drank a large mouthful of the bitter and scalding medicine.

Then, he bent down, gently lifting Yun Chu's nape with one hand, while his other hand, covered in cool scales, carefully held her burning cheeks to prevent her from unconsciously flinching.

His face, with its cold, hard lines like an ice sculpture, drew close to Yun Chu in the dim light.

He was so close he could feel her hot breath brushing against his nose.

Without any hesitation, his cold, medicinally-smelling lips firmly covered Yun Chu's dry, burning lips.

There was no gentle tenderness, only an unquestionable, forceful infusion.

His icy aura enveloped her, forcefully prying open her clenched teeth. He used an irresistible force to push the medicine into her mouth with the tip of his tongue, mixing it with a wisp of his extremely subtle, bone-chilling icy power, and passed it over.

The power of ice essence acted like the most precise guiding rope, forcibly opening a controlled pathway within Yun Chu's body, protecting her fragile heart meridian, and guiding the scalding and domineering medicinal power to slowly melt and penetrate deep into her internal organs and meridians.

The process was clumsy and stiff, with the cold, hard feel of metal and the bitterness of the medicine.

In her dazed state, Yun Chu seemed to sense the intrusion of a foreign object. Her body trembled slightly, and a more painful low moan escaped her throat.

But the icy aura that forced its way in acted like a powerful dam, firmly controlling her chaotic pain and driving the fiery medicinal power to struggle forward through her meridians, where ice and fire intertwined.

After feeding him a bite, Yin Yan quickly straightened up, took a deep breath, and showed no emotion on his cold face, except for his taut jawline.

He wiped away a trace of medicine from his lips with the back of his hand, then took the medicine in his mouth again, bent down, sealed the opening, and delivered it...

The repetitive actions continued for a long time.

Each time he administers the medicine, it is a cold, arduous conquest, an absolute test of his self-control.

Large beads of sweat gradually appeared on his cold forehead, gathered and slid down, dripping onto his cold breastplate—not because of the heat, but because of the enormous consumption of mental energy forcibly suppressing the medicinal power and precisely controlling the power of the Ice Soul.

He took off his large cloak and threw it aside, his strong body covered in black armor undulating slightly.

The lamplight elongated his mountain-like shadow, enveloping the small figure and creating a cold yet resilient protective posture.

***

Two days and two nights.

As dusk fell once more, the lights inside the stone fortress illuminated his weary yet still upright back. He habitually took another sip of warm medicine and leaned closer.

Just as those slender fingers covered in cold, scale-like armor gently lifted the back of her neck once more, just as those lips, carrying a strong medicinal scent, were about to fall for the third time—

Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Like frozen butterfly wings fluttering slightly, trying to break free from the ice.

Yin Yan's movements abruptly halted in mid-air, his lips less than half an inch from Yun Chu's. His molten gold beastly eyes instantly narrowed, locking onto her face with the sharpness of a hawk.

Yun Chu's brows furrowed in pain, as if she were struggling against a dark swamp.

A clearer, more painful sob escaped her throat.

Her thick eyelashes trembled even more violently, and finally, under the cold gaze of Yin Yan, she struggled and managed to open a crack.

Her bewildered, empty eyes, as if veiled by thick moisture, met, from an almost negligible distance, a pair of deep, molten gold eyes that seemed to have been forged from countless ice crystals and flames.

His eyes were blank, yet filled with the fear of just waking up.

At this moment, Yin Yan was still holding the bowl that emitted a bitter medicinal fragrance, and he remained in a posture of leaning down as if to kiss it.

The whole world seemed to freeze in an instant.

Only the crackling of the oil lamp and the sudden clarity of their heartbeats remained in the stone chamber—one a steady yet slightly throbbing pulse, the other a weak, chaotic, fearful, and unsettled knocking.

There was silence.

Deep within those molten gold pupils, something seemed to have quietly cracked open with an imperceptible fissure at that moment.

In Yun Chu's parched and burning throat, a sob still lingered from the fear that remained in her sleep.

In the newly opened eyes, misty vapor reflected the flickering oil lamp flame and a blinding silvery white light—that face, so close it was blurry yet filled with a cold, oppressive aura.

Those vertical pupils, forged from gold and ice, were unfathomable, like two vortexes capable of sucking away souls.

A suffocating shock and instinctive fear instantly gripped her.

However, just as her pupils constricted and her remaining consciousness was about to fully awaken and sound the alarm—

The almost imperceptible brief pause in the depths of the silver-flame-melting golden beast eyes suddenly dissipated, replaced by a will even harder than the Ice Soul Armor beneath her fingertips.

Can't waste it.

Time, precious medicinal herbs, and the arduous journey—at this moment, the medicine is in each other's mouths.

The slightest hesitation or explanation would be a desecration of this precious opportunity. The soldier's instinct and the sense of command as the "healing executor" at this moment overwhelmed everything.

Before those bewildered and shocked eyes, his movements did not falter; on the contrary, the brief eye contact made him even more resolute.

The large hand supporting the back of her neck exerted undeniable strength, holding her feverish, dizzy head still. The slender fingers covered in cold, scale-like armor maintained their firmness.

The next instant, icy lips, carrying a strong, bitter medicinal scent, pressed down firmly and precisely on her lips again, crushing away her weak cries of fear and her feeble attempts to close.

"Well--!"

The warm, extremely bitter liquid, carrying a chill that pierced to the bone, was like a flood breaking through a dam, forcibly pouring into her newly awakened senses once again!