Within seconds, a rhythmic, rumbling little purr echoed softly from his throat as he drifted straight into a deep, peaceful slumber.
The glowing wind energy around his body settled into a gentle, warm breeze, and his soft feathered wings wrapped around Su Qinglan's wrists like a velvety blanket.
Su Qinglan's heart melted into absolute mush. She shifted her arms to support his chubby, heavy little body, gently kissing the soft fur between his golden ears. "Sleep well, my sweet little flying tiger," she whispered fondly.
The heavy weight of the sleeping cub in Su Qinglan's arms was suddenly lifted.
Before she could react, Hu Yan pulled the softly purring Xiao Yi into his own broad embrace.
His eyes were bright, swimming with an overwhelming tide of raw emotion…reverence, awe, and an agonisingly deep affection that he could no longer hold back.
He cradled his newly evolved son against his chest with unbelievable gentleness, then bent down without warning.
