SNOW Chapter 1

Liu Jiao was a snow leopard who had cultivated into human form.

In his human form, he was strikingly handsome but retained some features of his snow leopard self—like his eyes, which shone like green jade in the light, with round black pupils that gave him an extraordinary aura. His movements were also agile. He could leap high and—importantly, and somewhat troublingly—he had a habit of biting his tail when idle.

Yes, even in human form, he still had a tail.

This was a common trait among snow leopard spirits. Even after transforming into human form, they kept their tails. After all, what else would they bite when bored?

At the moment, Liu Jiao was staring at his snowy, fluffy tail, which swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

His mood was also swaying, like a small boat drifting on a river.

Click—

The sound of the door opening.

Liu Jiao’s heart tightened like a wound-up spring.

His hearing and sense of smell were exceptionally sharp, and he immediately detected the newcomer’s presence—a strong, masculine scent, unmistakably that of an alpha from the wolf pack.

Indeed, it was none other than the Snow Wolf King.

The Snow Wolf King walked lightly and slowly, with an elegant and leisurely grace, like an unfinished melody.

He had arrived.

Liu Jiao nervously closed his eyes and clamped his mouth shut, biting down on his fluffy tail.

His entire body was tense, like a taut string on the verge of snapping.

The Snow Wolf King was an expert hunter, so he was highly attuned to the reactions of prey. He could sense Liu Jiao’s rapid heartbeat, short breaths, and tense muscles—all classic signs of a prey animal.

The Snow Wolf King seemed puzzled and said, “I’m not going to eat you. Why are you so scared?”

This was the first time Liu Jiao had heard the Snow Wolf King’s voice—deep and melodious. It made him slowly open his eyes.

He had seen the Snow Wolf King from afar before but never this close. From a distance, the Snow Wolf King seemed aloof and cold, but up close—Liu Jiao was stunned by his beauty.

The Snow Wolf King’s face looked as if it had been sculpted from snow, and he carried a faint, cold fragrance.

Liu Jiao lay on the bed, biting his tail, staring blankly at the Snow Wolf King, unable to speak.

The Snow Wolf King stood by the bed, looking down at him from above like an immortal gazing upon a mortal.

Liu Jiao swallowed hard.