Outside the cave, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke a mammoth… or at the very least, a particularly dramatic fox.
Xuan Long stood ramrod straight, his green eyes narrowed into lethal slits as he stared at Rong Ye like he was calculating exactly how many pieces a fox could be neatly sliced into. His fingers twitched at his sides, nails almost threatening to lengthen into claws at any second.
If not for this impulsive, loud-mouthed, brainless furball, he would still be inside the warm cave, with his mate, probably cuddling her.
Instead, he had been escorted out like an overgrown stray who forgot basic cave etiquette.
He inhaled slowly.
Exhaled slowly.
Do not kill the fox. Do not kill the fox. Do not kill the fox.
If Su Qinglan came out and saw him turning this loud mouth into meat paste after she had just scolded them, he would not just be sleeping outside.
He would be sleeping outside forever.
