A biting wind howled, carrying flurries of heavy snow that painted the world outside the stone house a vast, silvery white. Jiao Yin's gaze pierced through the snowy haze, discerning two males walking closer.
It was the same two males Jiao Yin had rescued from the edge of the swamp!
"You again?"
Jiao Yin frowned. "What is it?"
Hearing the commotion, Hua Han also stepped out of the house. 'What good could possibly come from them leaving and returning on a snowy day like this?'
His beautiful, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with a dangerous light. Sharp claws slid silently from his fingertips.
"Stop! What do you want?" His voice was filled with undisguised vigilance.
The two males were brought to a halt by Hua Han's hostility and Jiao Yin's scrutinizing gaze.
