Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 626 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 44

Yin Yan's gaze, focused intently on examining the scrolls, would occasionally drift down to the small, fluffy head on his chest, rising and falling gently with his breath. The girl's warm breath brushed against a small patch of bare skin below his neck.

He noticed that the pair of striking, always alert, long, snow-white ears had somehow become completely limp and hung down, lying softly against the hair on either side of her cheeks, like a tamed pet.

Her head gradually tilted down, until it was completely nestled in the crook of his neck. The soft, furry touch brought a strange itch that went straight to her heart.

Her breathing became unusually steady, long and shallow, with the harmless quality of a sleeping animal. Long eyelashes fell down, casting soft shadows under her eyes, and her cheeks still bore the lingering, lovely blush.

She fell asleep.

Like a little rabbit curled up in a warm nest, in the most unexpected embrace, after the most astonishing event, it unknowingly and deeply fell into a deep sleep.

Yin Yan withdrew his gaze from the complex symbols and focused entirely on the unguarded sleeping face of the person in his arms. His handwriting continued unabated as he meticulously drew and annotated the scroll.

Only the corners of her lips, where the smile that had never truly faded, deepened slightly, forming an almost gentle curve.

The smile had lost its wicked teasing, its harshness, and its aggression; it was replaced by a soft, almost satisfied, deep, and fulfilling radiance.

Perhaps he himself didn't even realize it. He simply adjusted his posture slightly, making his shoulders provide more solid support for her, and then continued with his work.

Inside the yurt, only the soft rustling of a bone pen tracing through animal hides and the gentle, even breathing of the girl in his arms remained.

The sunlight moved lazily, casting their intertwined shadows long on the warm blanket, as if time itself was flowing slowly, intoxicated by the unexpected tranquility after the storm.

The sunlight seemed to have taken on a lazy hue, slowly shifting through the yurt. The rustling sound of a bone pen tracing through animal hide was the only rhythm in this tranquil space, like a steady heartbeat accompanying the music, while Yun Chu's long, even breaths were the gentlest chord in that accompaniment.

Yin Yan's pen continued to move precisely across the scroll, handling the tribe's winter supplies and border matters. His broad chest, like the most solid fortress, accentuated the sleeping girl in his arms.

That warmth, belonging to her, wafted evenly over the skin of his neck, bringing a subtle yet continuous flow of warmth that almost overshadowed any contemplation that the ink on the animal skin scroll could evoke.

His gaze shifted several times from the symbol to the small, fluffy head on his chest. Her long, snow-white ears drooped obediently, trembling almost imperceptibly with each long, drawn-out breath.

Her cheeks still retained a blush, like the tips of a ripe peach, and her slightly swollen lips parted relaxedly in her sleep, exuding a softness that made her completely defenseless.

Watching her sleep soundly in his strong embrace, a strange sense of satisfaction, like the richest honey, silently seeped into every cell.

Yin Yan made a very slight adjustment to her position, making sure that she was most comfortable resting her head on the crook of his arm, so that her shoulders and neck would not suffer any stiffness.

He even slowed down his writing, making the scratching sound of the bone pen even softer, as if afraid of disturbing the sweet dream in his arms. That almost gentle smile completely unfolded on his lips, becoming the most profound footnote in this quiet afternoon.

Yun Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

Before consciousness awoke, her body began to feel sensations. She felt herself completely enveloped by a solid, warm touch, her back pressed against a hard chest, and powerful arms wrapped around her waist like vines, conveying an undeniable sense of control.

Her nasal cavity was filled with an extremely strong masculine scent—a mixture of sunlight, animal hide, and ink, a unique aroma belonging to Silver Flame, domineeringly invading her every breath.

She could even clearly feel his steady, ancient heartbeat, striking her bones through her back.

Then, fragments of memories from "before falling asleep" suddenly flooded back: the kiss that almost stole her breath, the lingering scent of potato pancakes on her fingertips, Yin Yan's deep yet slightly teasing words... and the drowsiness that completely surrendered amidst the intense palpitations and warmth...

She was actually asleep in Yin Yan's arms!

With a "buzz," all the lingering sleepiness evaporated instantly.

A surge of immense embarrassment and panic rushed to her head like lava, and her cheeks and ears were once again completely overwhelmed by the burning heat. Like a child caught doing something terribly wrong, she instinctively wanted to escape this excessive intimacy and suffocating embrace.

Yun Chu cautiously tried to move her body, attempting to free herself from those steely arms. She gently pushed against the arm that was wrapped around her waist with her palm.

Instead of relaxing, his arm tightened suddenly, like a startled vine, pressing her even closer to his chest, making her back press even more tightly against his chest. It was the instinctive confinement of a sleeping beast.

Although her movements were subtle, they were enough to startle the person holding her.

Yin Yan's embrace trembled slightly. Immediately afterward, Yun Chu felt a very low hum, hoarse and lazy, characteristic of someone just waking up, coming from the side of her neck. It was like a muffled thunder rumbling from the depths of her throat, containing the impatience of just waking up and a warning that her peaceful dream had been disturbed.

His arms seemed to tighten around her, and his warm breath, carrying an even stronger presence, brushed against the top of her head and the back of her neck, bringing a slight shiver.

Just as Yun Chu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode in her throat, and she almost thought she had woken up this domineering master and was about to face a storm of morning grumpiness—

The hand that was around her waist gently caressed her twice with an almost soothing rhythm, very slowly but firmly. The calluses on his palm brushed against her through her clothes, the sensation so clear that it made her whole body tense up.

Then, a hoarse voice, as if sanded smooth, yet tinged with drowsiness and an indescribable chuckle, sprayed directly onto her most sensitive spot—her earlobe, which was now completely exposed to his lips due to her earlier struggle:

"...What's the panic?"

"..."

The voice was low and deep, like it had a hook.

"In a hurry to escape?"

The last syllable rose slightly, filled with a playful yet all-knowing sense of control.

Every word was like scalding raindrops falling on Yun Chu's already overburdened nerves, freezing her completely in this "cage" of dim morning light, yet still tightly sealed by his breath and embrace, leaving her unable to move.

Like a rabbit pinned to its prey, she dared not even open her eyes, except for her slightly rapid breathing and uncontrollably rising body temperature, for fear of meeting those eyes that she could not predict at this moment, yet were sure to be dangerous.