Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Gentle Hands, Quiet Hearts

Xuan Long sensed something behind him. The faint sound of vines snapping, the smell of blood spreading through the air. But he didn’t turn back. His steps never stopped.

He only tightened his tail slightly around Hu Yan, keeping him steady, and carried Su Qinglan forward without saying a word.

He understood.

Some anger couldn’t be stopped. Some hatred had to be released. He had realized she is special, and he would always stand by her in her thin and thick life.

Su Qinglan’s body trembled a little. The rage that had burned in her eyes slowly began to fade. The exhaustion was pulling her down again. She leaned her head weakly against Xuan Long’s shoulder.

Her lashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes.

She didn’t want to see those ugly faces anymore. Didn’t want to see their broken bodies or the blood that covered the ground.

Because she knew if she kept looking, she might lose all control and chop them into pieces herself.

Her breath came out slow and heavy.

"Let’s just go..." She murmured softly, her voice weak and tired.

Xuan Long said nothing. His emerald green eyes looked ahead as he carried both her and Hu Yan through the forest path.

Behind them, the smell of blood mixed with the wind, fading slowly into silence.

Only the sound of the leaves brushing against each other filled the clearing.

By the time they reached the cave, the moon had started to appear. The night air was cold, and the cave walls gave a soft glow when Xuan Long walked inside.

He carefully placed Hu Yan down on the big stone bed. The tiger’s body was still covered in dried blood, his breathing faint but steady.

Before Xuan Long could even straighten his back, Su Qinglan jumped down from his arms and rushed beside Hu Yan. Her hands trembled as she touched his fur, feeling the sticky blood beneath her fingers.

"He’s still warm... He has a fever," she whispered, her voice almost breaking.

Without waiting a second, she ran to the side and fetched a stone bowl. She filled it with clean water and found a piece of soft hide. Her movements were hurried, desperate even. She dipped the cloth and began wiping Hu Yan’s face first, slowly cleaning away the dirt and blood.

The water in the bowl turned red in no time. She changed it again and again.

Her small hands moved carefully, afraid to hurt him, yet strong enough to keep going.

Xuan Long stood beside her, watching silently. His chest tightened seeing her so tired, her shoulders shaking each time she pressed the cloth against the tiger’s wounds.

Finally, he reached out and gently held her wrist.

"Enough," he said quietly, his voice deep and steady, "You should rest. I’ll clean him."

Su Qinglan shook her head quickly, "No, I can do it... Please, let me..."

But Xuan Long didn’t let her continue. He pushed her aside softly, his eyes firm but gentle.

"You’ll fall before he wakes up," he said, and took the cloth from her hand.

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