Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 614 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 32

Yin Yan was not far away. He did not participate in the soldiers' rest activities, but leaned against a huge black rock that had been eroded into a strange shape by the wind.

He casually toyed with a sharp-edged animal bone he had picked up from who-knows-where, his molten gold eyes indifferently surveying the camp, his gaze finally settling on Yun Chu's direction, or more precisely, on her lips stained red with fruit juice.

That gaze was devoid of any warmth, and contained neither appreciation nor lust.

It's more like a... examination of the "flaws" suddenly revealed on the object, or worse—a sudden interest in fragile and changeable colors, with the arbitrary, capricious nature of an absolute ruler.

Yun Chu did not immediately notice the weight of that gaze until she felt the already ever-present chill suddenly intensify!

Silver Flame moved.

He didn't even throw away the bone in his hand, but simply stuffed it into the leather pouch at his waist, and then took a few long strides to reach Yun Chu.

Her tall figure instantly blocked out the already limited sunlight, casting a shadow that enveloped her entirely.

The chilling aura, a blend of ice, metal, and unique herbs, enveloped her again as he drew near, causing her to instinctively hold her breath.

Without a question, without a pause, a hand covered in short, silver-gray fur, its claws still as if forged from cold iron, suddenly seized Yun Chu's forearm!

The force was astonishing, instantly stripping her of all ability to resist and roughly pulling her up from the rock. The wooden bowl slipped from her hand and flew to the ground, the remaining fruit rolling onto the cold earth.

Yun Chu's cry of alarm was brutally silenced by a large hand that suddenly covered the back of her neck, as if it were an iron clamp!

Yin Yan's other hand—the same hand that had just been casually inserted into the bone—gripped her chin, lifting it upwards with precise yet irresistible force, forcing her face, marked with red marks and filled with fear and humiliation, to be completely exposed to his cold gaze.

Deep within molten gold's pupils, something seemed to surge rapidly, or perhaps it was simply the pure, bestial glint of light that had caught its target.

Yun Chu didn't even have time to see clearly, let alone think or struggle.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow belonging to the King of Coldness completely covered the area!

That wasn't a kiss. At least not a kiss in the sense of human emotion.

That is possession.

Yin Yan's lips, colder than the biting winds of the North, pressed down roughly on mine.

He made no attempt to probe, no gentleness or skill whatsoever, only a forceful invasion like conquering territory.

He pressed his lips, which were covered in juice, against hers, tasting the faint sweet and sour flavor, as if confirming the texture of some kind of "contamination".

The crimson juice became the medium for his invasion, allowing his cold tongue to easily pry open her teeth, which were clenched in fear, and penetrate deep inside with undeniable absolute power.

The icy touch and the absolute feeling of being foreign instantly overwhelmed Yun Chu!

That is a physical invasion, the most thorough and brutal destruction of individual space!

His intense, domineering scent flooded her mouth, assaulting her senses, as if to completely reshape her from the inside out and leave his mark on her.

The roaring tiger head brand on the back of her neck erupted with an unprecedented, bone-chilling cold that almost froze her soul!

The chill spread wildly down the spine, combining with the icy intrusion in the mouth to create a double or even triple suffocation and suffocation!

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think.

Her body trembled violently from the inside out, but she was unable to move under the hand of Yin Yan that gripped the back of her neck and held her life and death in complete control.

Her struggles were completely suppressed, leaving only a faint, choked sob from deep in her throat, which sounded like endless humiliation and despair.

How long did this process last? Under the immense shock and humiliation, Yun Chu simply couldn't measure the time.

It could be just a few heartbeats, or it could be as long as a century.

Finally, Yin Yan seemed to have completed his "confirmation" or "taste".

He stepped back abruptly. His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

When the cold lips left, they even took away the remaining warmth and color from her lips, leaving only slightly swollen and red lips covered with a layer of cold moisture, making her look even more disheveled.

He released his grip on her chin and the back of her neck, as if he were simply discarding an item that had already been inspected.

Yin Yan lowered his eyes slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over Yun Chu's pale, lost face, as if she had just experienced a catastrophe, and her lips that he had kissed roughly.

His expression remained calm and undisturbed, and not a trace of emotion was left in the depths of his molten gold eyes.

Only on her slightly pursed thin lips, there were faint traces of the same eerie red juice as on her lips.

He raised his hand and casually wiped away the red mark on his lips with his fingertips, as if he were only wiping away a bit of insignificant dust.

Then, he didn't look at Yun Chu again. He turned around and, as if nothing had happened, walked towards his enormous silver frost saber-toothed tiger, which was lying quietly to his side.

Throughout the entire process, the enormous saber-toothed tiger remained quietly lying there, its huge golden eyes half-open and half-closed, its gaze seemingly never truly leaving Yun Chu, nor showing any emotional fluctuation, as if its master's actions were nothing more than the most ordinary behavior.

A cold silence enveloped the small corner once more. The air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only Yun Chu's rapid heartbeat and uncontrollable panting.

Her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground, but she managed to stay upright. The lingering taste of his cold breath and the faint bitterness of the wild fruit filled her mouth.

The chill from the brand on the back of his neck had not completely subsided, but the piercing, icy torment he had just experienced seemed to be merely a chain reaction caused by the approach of the silver flames.

The "life" tainted by the wild fruit juice had long since been crushed by his cold lips and teeth, turning into a deeper, more filthy humiliation and fear, deeply imprinted in his heart, more vivid and more painful than the roaring tiger head behind his neck.

The sound of horns once again broke the silence of the valley.

Yin Yan didn't even turn around to check on her condition before the tattooed guard approached silently like a ghost.

The journey back, this moving, cold prison, begins once again.

Before winter arrived, the Tiger Army arrived at Tiger City.

Yun Chu was taken to Yin Yan's residence.

The "residence" inside Tiger City is less a room and more an exquisitely crafted ice cage.

The walls gleamed with the cold, hard luster characteristic of metallic ores. The furniture was minimal, with rough, cold lines that conveyed no warmth whatsoever.

A faint, suffocating scent of ice, snow, and herbs, unique to Silver Flame, permeated the air.

The moment the door closed, confirming that the enormous and imposing figure hadn't immediately returned, Yun Chu suppressed her racing heart and the trembling that threatened to burst her throat, and quickly scanned every corner of the huge, empty room—no living creatures, utterly silent.

With her back to the animal head relief, the one most likely to spy on her, she almost instinctively summoned the mysterious space that held her back from the last vestige of her self.

The glistening white silverfish soup slid down my throat, and a familiar yet powerful warmth instantly surged through my limbs and bones.

The body, repeatedly ravaged by the arduous journey, fear, and the aura of silver flames, greedily drank in the sweet rain like parched, cracked earth. The exhaustion on the verge of collapse was miraculously dispelled, and strength was re-infused into the bones and muscles, though that strength seemed so insignificant in the boundless darkness.

She could even clearly feel the lurking sensation of the roaring tiger head brand on the back of her neck deepen slightly, like a satiated wild beast temporarily lying dormant.

The power brought not only gasps for breath, but also a desperate impulse to resist that should not have arisen at this moment.