Quick Travel to the Clouds

At the same time, she also released the Wind and Cloud Beast from the pet space.

A small, cat-sized Wind and Cloud Beast appeared at her feet, nuzzling her leg affectionately, its amber eyes watching Xie Yipei warily.

“I found them through them,” Yun Chu said, pointing to the Fire Iron Flying Ants and the Wind Cloud Beasts. “They are quite sensitive to changes in energy and the environment.”

Xie Yipei's gaze swept over the three almost invisible flying ants, then landed on the obviously extraordinary Wind and Cloud Beast.

A genuine look of surprise flashed in his eyes, which quickly transformed into an even stronger, almost burning interest and possessiveness.

He tightened his arms around Yun Chu, pulling her closer into his embrace, so that she was almost pressed against his chest, and they could feel each other's heartbeats even through their clothes.

"A contracted animal?" Xie Yipei's voice was low and husky, carrying the excitement of discovering a treasure. His fingertips gently brushed Yun Chu's cheek, the movement carrying an irresistible force. "Bai Yun Chu, you really are a... treasure."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his deep eyes locked onto her, a fierce determination surging within them.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he whispered, like a devil’s declaration. “Not only will this contract remain in effect, but from now on… you’ll never be able to leave my side.”

Yun Chu's pupils constricted sharply, and her heart sank to the bottom. The failed negotiations had only exposed more. Xie Yipei's desire for control was far greater than she had imagined.

Inside the tent, the air seemed to solidify into amber, carrying the heat of humiliation.

Yun Chu was so angry she didn't want to speak, but since Xie Yipei was holding her, she could only say coldly, "Let go!"

Xie Yipei not only did not let go, but his eyes darkened even more as she looked up at him, her charming face, which was still undeniably beautiful even in her anger, was so close to his.

Her peach blossom eyes burned with fire, which stirred the string of control and plunder in his heart more than any deliberate flirtation.

He leaned down and sealed her lips with his again.

This time, unlike the previous two times which were probing or declarative, it was a deeper and more unrestrained seduction, as if to swallow up all her resistance, secrets, and even her soul through the intertwining of lips and tongue.

What's even more outrageous is that his hand, which was around her waist, became restless. His calloused fingertips slowly traced the curve of her spine through her clothes. The touch was clear and hot, carrying an unmistakable intimacy and aggressive intent.

Yun Chu's mind went blank for a moment, her blood rushed to her head and then receded, leaving only a cold sense of shame and indignation and a raging fire.

She struggled desperately, using both her hands and feet, but she couldn't budge his iron-like arms even a little.

The power of the contract was like the strongest chain, suppressing all her resistance within her body.

She wanted to control the fire iron flying ants, detonate the warning talismans hidden throughout the tent, and even recklessly activate the stone statue's skill... but the commands in her mind were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, mercilessly blocked by that cold master-servant contract barrier.

A sense of powerlessness washed over her like an icy tide, drowning out the flames of anger and leaving only a bone-chilling cold and... a trace of vulnerability hidden deep beneath her pride that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She was imprisoned like a doll, subjected to being humiliated, and unable to even fight back!

Extreme anger and humiliation broke down her last line of defense. Her eyes welled up with tears, and warm liquid gushed out uncontrollably, sliding down her tightly closed eyes, wetting her eyelashes, and also wetting Xie Yipei's skin that was pressed against her cheek.

That tear was scalding hot and abrupt.

Xie Yipei suddenly stopped moving.

He stepped back slightly, a look of near-astonishment flashing in his deep eyes.

He had seen her cold, wary eyes, her furious glare, her sharpness during negotiations, and even her unintentional languid charm when she first woke up... but he had never seen her tears.

The glistening tears clung to her long, curled eyelashes, making her tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling lips appear even more fragile, a stark contrast to her usual self, who always stood tall and had a stubborn look in her eyes, even in dangerous situations.

A strange, almost panicked feeling swept through his heart so quickly that he couldn't even catch it.

Almost instinctively, he loosened his grip on her lips and tongue, and his hands around her waist and back also lightened, but he still didn't completely let go.

Instead, he embraced her more closely in a slightly clumsy manner, as if trying to dispel her sudden vulnerability with his body heat.

"Don't cry." His voice was low and hoarse, with a tension he himself was unaware of. He awkwardly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his movements even gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier forceful and domineering manner.

Yun Chu suddenly opened her eyes. Her peach blossom eyes were shimmering with water, but they were no longer misty and charming. Instead, they were filled with bloodshot veins and overwhelming grievances and anger.

Provoked by his words "Don't cry," the fear, anger, humiliation, and resentment that had been building up for days burst forth like a flood, instantly shattering all her feigned composure.

"Get away from me! Who gave you permission to touch me!" Her voice was trembling with tears, yet unusually sharp as she pushed against his chest with all her might, though she couldn't budge him. "Xie Yipei! You bastard! Robber! Shameless scoundrel!"

"Who wants your life-saving grace! Who wants to go with you! Who wants to be your worthless servant!"

"Who do you think you are?! What gives you the right to bind me with this disgusting contract! What gives you the right to force me! What gives you the right?!"

She accuses him incoherently, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, wetting his clothes and her own cheeks.

The mask of composure she usually wore shattered completely, revealing the fear and grievance of a twenty-year-old girl driven to the brink of despair.

Xie Yipei was caught off guard by her sudden and intense reaction, and could only hold her stiffly, listening to her tearful accusations.

Those sharp words hit him hard. He should have been annoyed and used more forceful methods to shut her up, but looking at her red cheeks from crying and her trembling shoulders, the unfamiliar restlessness in his heart became more and more obvious.

He even felt that... her fierce, tearful accusations against him were more vivid and more... adorable than ever before.

This thought even surprised him.

Suppressing the urge to kiss her rosy lips that surged within him again, he took a deep breath and endured it, simply listening silently as she vented her emotions.

His arms were still around her, but no longer tightly restraining her; it was more like a... unfamiliar reliance.

Yun Chu cried so hard that she hiccuped, and her accusatory voice gradually subsided into intermittent sobs.

The extreme emotional outburst exhausted her strength; the tension of many days and the fatigue from not having slept well washed over her after the tears.

She cried until she was dizzy and weak. Before she knew it, she was leaning against Xie Yipei's warm chest. Her sobs gradually weakened, and her eyelids became too heavy to keep open.

Xie Yipei felt the body in his arms relax and her breathing gradually become even. Looking down, he saw that there were still tears on her eyelashes, and her nose and eyes were red. She was leaning against him and had fallen asleep.

Even in her sleep, she seemed restless, her brows furrowed slightly, and she would occasionally sob softly.

He gazed quietly at her sleeping face for a long time, his deep eyes churning with complex and unfathomable emotions.

Finally, he sighed very softly, carefully adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable, and pulled over a thin blanket to cover her.

Outside the tent, the night fog remained thick, and the campfire had long since gone out.

Inside the tent, only the sounds of their breathing remained, one steady and long, the other low and slow.

A delicate and dangerous balance seemed to have shifted slightly by an inch during this silent night of tears and slumber.