Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 627 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 45

"...What's the panic?"

"...In a hurry to escape?"

Those deep, husky words, carrying the languidness of a newly awakened woman and an air of absolute control, coiled around every nerve of Yun Chu like vines carrying electric currents, almost drowning her in burning embarrassment.

Snap. The string of reason in my heart seemed to be gently plucked by this mocking question.

Just as Yin Yan was about to enjoy watching her become even more flustered—

The "little rabbit" in his arms, who had been stiff all along, seemed to have been pierced to a certain critical point by his words. Yun Chu's rapidly heaving chest suddenly stopped, and then she did something that even Yin Yan did not expect.

The next second, she suddenly took a deep breath!

The breath was long and deep, carrying a sense of recklessness and desperation, as if trying to inhale all the oxygen and courage in order to resist his suffocating presence and aura.

Then, without warning—she suddenly turned her head!

The movement was as fast as lightning, and the long, snow-white ears drew a sharp arc in the air due to the sudden twist.

The two were already very close, almost nose to nose. The moment she turned her head, her eyes, which shone brightly with shyness and determination, met Yin Yan's unfathomable dark gold pupils.

Instead of the fear or panic he had expected, those eyes ignited a small, burning, defiant flame.

Before Yin Yan's slightly surprised gaze could even focus on her face—

Yun Chu, almost with a desperate courage, slightly pouted her still swollen lips and quickly, with all her might, pecked his tightly pursed, beautifully curved thin lips hard!

Like a small animal whose territory has been violated, it launched a counterattack; or like a fingertip being quickly swept across a scorching hot iron.

The touch was warm and soft, carrying a desperate recklessness and a barely perceptible tremor, so fast it was like an illusion. That fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, was like a boulder thrown into calm lava, instantly creating invisible ripples.

After doing all this, Yun Chu seemed to be burned by her own bold actions, and almost instantly turned her head back, her snow-white nape facing him again, her back straight and stiff as a stone.

Only her ears, which had uncontrollably turned a deeper blush, and her rapid breathing betrayed her nervousness.

With a trembling, reproachful tone—a tone she tried to control but still raised higher than usual, tinged with obvious bravado—she declared loudly to the air, or more precisely, to the broad chest she was leaning against:

"—Who, who's panicking!"

"I...I didn't!"

She tried to make her voice sound confident, but the subtle change in tone at the end of her voice, which was hard to hide due to excessive excitement, and her slightly numb and hot lips from the kiss, silently exposed her bravado.

The air inside the yurt seemed to freeze.

Behind her, the embrace, as hard and fiery as molten lava, suddenly fell into absolute stillness. The muscles of the iron arms encircling her waist were taut to the extreme, as if they were about to unleash astonishing power at any moment.

The hot breath that had just been spraying behind her ear, carrying a lazy smile... stopped.

There was only a silent, deeper, and more terrifying sense of oppression, like a volcano about to erupt after a brief freeze, emanating from the powerful body behind him, carrying an absolute focus on scrutinizing its prey and an unprecedented danger signal.

The silence spread silently, enveloping her and her audacious "counterattack" in a suffocating stillness.

Yun Chu stood frozen, her back to him, forgetting even to breathe. She could clearly feel the steady beat of his heart in his chest, which seemed to slow down for a moment, and then, in a heavier and more powerful way, thump! thump! thump! thump! struck her back.

It seems to be issuing a silent question:

What did you just do?

Time seemed to stretch out an unusually long time in that heavy, suffocating silence.

Yun Chu's back stiffened, every nerve taut to its limit, as if she could hear the gaze behind her piercing through her, a gaze as hot as molten lava. The heavy, increasingly powerful pounding of his heart in his chest was like a drumbeat, making her very insides tremble.

That bold and transgressive "kiss," like a burning fingertip that was immediately pulled back.

Right at this suffocating, imminent volcanic eruption point—

Perhaps it was that overwhelming sense of danger, or perhaps it was the body's survival instinct that acted faster than the mind.

"Mwah~"

A very faint sound, with a soft, elastic quality, as if the air was breaking.

There are no signs!

The arms that had been holding Yun Chu around the waist, which had felt like steel restraints, suddenly felt lighter!

In the instant that Yin Yan's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted and his fingers subconsciously tightened in an attempt to capture again, Yun Chu seemed to shrink in size out of thin air!

A fluffy, soft ball of snow-white fur, warm to the touch, "slipped" out of his almost rock-hard embrace.

It's not about breaking free, but about melting, or rather—disintegrating.

Like a snowball held too tightly, it silently bursts into flying snow dust.

The feeling was extremely strange. Yin Yan even felt his fingertips go empty, only managing to catch a few strands of snow-white hair with a fine, downy texture as they fell, and a rich, irresistible scent of milk and the sweet, youthful excitement emanating from them.

Yun Chu transformed back into her original rabbit-eared form!

The ball of snow-white fur kicked out with its slender but powerful hind legs!

The target was precise—no longer Silver Flame's hard chest, but the animal hide scroll hanging precariously at his waist, and the narrow gap between the scroll and the ground!

A classic rabbit kick—leap!

The fluffy white figure drew a swift and smooth arc in the air, incredibly light.

It took perfect advantage of the moment when Silver Flame froze in shock, and like a snowball launched into the air, it swept past the animal skin scroll, the corner of the small table, and even knocked over a bone pen that had just been put down on the side of the table, making a soft "tap" sound.

It didn't even have time to wait for the bone pen to roll down. Its small body nimbly adjusted its direction in the air. After landing on all fours, it didn't stop for a moment. Its hind legs once again burst out with amazing elasticity—whoosh!

This time, they went straight for the animal skin curtain at the entrance of the yurt, which was not yet fully lowered!

The supple body squeezed out almost without pause from the narrowest gap beneath the curtain!

The movements were fluid and fast, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air, a slightly swaying curtain, and a sliver of cold, snowy light shining through the gap in the curtain—a stark contrast to the warm atmosphere inside the yurt.

The entire process, from transforming into the original form to kicking, overcoming obstacles, and squeezing through the door crack... all happened in the blink of an eye!

All in one go!

Inside the yurt, only Yin Yan remained in an instant.

He remained stiffly in the same embracing position, his broad arms now empty, only the lingering warmth of the girl's touch and the heavy throbbing of her heartbeat remained on his arms.

The air was filled with a faint milky scent mixed with her unique sweetness, intertwined with the smells of ink and animal hide, creating an incredibly strong presence that silently mocked how real the scene just now was, rather than an illusion.

He lowered his golden eyes slightly.

His gaze fell on the fingers that had just wrapped around the girl's waist—at this moment, on those fingertips with distinct knuckles and thin calluses, there were a few strands of... extremely delicate, soft, pure white short downy hairs.

He slowly, gently curled his fingers, gathering the few strands of white downy hair, warmed by his body heat, into his slightly hot palm.

Deep within his golden eyes, the astonishment of that moment ago was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool; beneath the ripples, a more complex, turbulent, and far from calm undercurrent surged. His tightly pursed thin lips formed an unyielding, cold line.

Outside the yurt, only the howling of the north wind sweeping across the snow could be heard. But Yin Yan could almost clearly picture it in his mind—

That audacious snowball, oblivious to its surroundings and eager to escape, must have used all the strength of its four short legs to leave a trail of hurried, crooked, small, plum blossom-shaped footprints on the icy snow. Without looking back, it frantically scrambled and stumbled away from the yurt and away from him, the "source of danger," running for its life.

And its long ears, swaying in the wind as it ran, were probably filled with the sound of its own heart pounding like a drum, and the terrifying, impending storm emanating silently from the yurt behind it.

well.

His golden, vertical pupils narrowed dangerously.

very good.

His fist was clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

run?