Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Lu Jun shrugged, looking relaxed.
"It's important to balance work and rest. Always being too tense won't necessarily yield good results. Sometimes, going out for a walk and changing your mood might lead to unexpected gains or new inspiration."

"Ah."

Leng Yulai chuckled lightly, with a hint of mockery, and suddenly extended her slender finger, quickly and lightly flicking Lu Jun's forehead.

"You've finally figured it out. Our busy man has finally seen the light."

"..."

The cool touch on his forehead startled Lu Jun, who then frowned in displeasure.

He raised his hand and precisely caught Leng Yulai's delicate hand, which was about to withdraw after her attempted crime, and held it in his palm.

“I’m not a child anymore, Yu Lai. Don’t always talk to me like that.”

His hands were warm and dry, enveloping Leng Yulai's slightly cool and delicate hand.

Leng Yulai tried to pull her hand away, but Lu Jun held it firmly. She struggled but couldn't break free, so she stopped trying and let him hold it. Instead, a brighter smile appeared on her face, and she even playfully stuck out her tongue.
“In my eyes, you are sometimes just a little brother. Actually, I miss the way you used to be. Although you always acted like a little adult, the occasional naivety you showed was quite cute.”

Her fingertips unconsciously traced light lines on his palm.

Lu Jun looked at her, his gaze softening slightly, and he smiled:
"I also miss the days when you always stood in front of me and protected me. I will always remember that kindness."

His thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand.

“Especially when…you disregarded your own safety and risked your life to deliver that 100,000-year-old immortal herb to me.”

Hearing Lu Jun bring up the past, a rare blush appeared on Leng Yulai's cold and beautiful face. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she tried to pull her hand away again, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness:

"Hmph, that immortal herb... didn't really provide much of an improvement for you back then, did it? It just allowed you to break through a few levels a few months earlier."

“How much your level increases isn’t important.” Lu Jun shook his head, looking at her sincerely. “What matters is your intention, your selfless act. Yu Lai, thank you.”

"What kind of relationship do we have? Do I need to say thank you?" Leng Yulai rolled her eyes at him reproachfully, her eyes sparkling with charm. "It's like we're complete strangers."

“Uh…” Lu Jun was speechless for a moment.

Leng Yulai suddenly moved closer, her alluring and beautiful face almost touching Lu Jun's.

Her unique breath, carrying a delicate, orchid-like fragrance, almost brushed against Lu Jun's ear. Her voice was lower, carrying a unique tenderness and hint:
"Speaking of which, the first person to be by your side wasn't Gu Yuena, but me, Lu Jun."

Its delicate fragrance is intoxicating and refreshing.

Lu Jun could clearly feel the warmth from her approach, and the intimacy in her words that transcended ordinary friendship.

“And…” Leng Yulai’s eyes were like water as she looked at their clasped hands, a playful smile curving her lips, “My hands, do they feel nice to touch?”

Lu Jun sensed the provocation and subtle ambiguity in her words. Instead of letting go, he gently kneaded and played with her soft, boneless hands, carefully feeling the delicate and warm touch of her skin and the slight warmth emanating from his palms.

He even went so far as to insert his own fingers into the opening, creating a position where all ten fingers were tightly interlocked.

Lu Jun raised his head, meeting Leng Yulai's slightly widened beautiful eyes, a roguish smile on his face, and said frankly:
"Hmm, they feel so nice to touch. I think I could play with these hands for a hundred years and never get tired of them."

At the same time, a ridiculous and funny thought arose in Lu Jun's mind as he recalled Xie Xie's prediction in the group chat.

"Xie Xie, your mouth is truly blessed." "I never expected you to be right."

"This romantic encounter really came out of nowhere."

Lu Jun's words were like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up a tidal wave in Leng Yulai's heart.

Her face, which was usually noble and aloof, seemingly indifferent to everything, was now completely flushed with a captivating blush. Even her delicate, jade-like earlobes were tinged with crimson, like ripe cherries, tempting one to pick them.

Although her hands were already intertwined with Lu Jun's, their fingers close together, exchanging warmth and a slightly sweaty touch, she didn't pull away. Instead, as if to conceal her inner turmoil, she stubbornly raised her graceful swan neck, her chin slightly tilted, looking back at Lu Jun with a defiant air:
"Only a hundred years?"

Her voice trembled slightly, yet she tried to maintain her composure, which only added to her allure.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, and a smile playing on his lips—a smile that was a mixture of disdain and understanding. It was as if he was mocking her feigned courage, or perhaps responding to this bold probing by readily changing his tune:

"Then let's make it a lifetime commitment. I wonder if Miss Leng will refuse this suggestion?"

Hearing the heavy word "a lifetime" uttered by Lu Jun, Leng Yulai was first stunned, then as if burned, she whispered reproachfully:

"What the hell... Am I possessed today? Or has this blockhead of a person finally come to his senses? He's actually... actually saying sweet nothings to me?"

"...Am I really that slow-witted in your memory?"

Lu Jun's lips twitched slightly.

"Yes, absolutely." Leng Yulai nodded immediately and decisively, her expression as serious as if she were stating a universal truth. "I've hinted at it to you so many times before, but you always acted like nothing was wrong, either changing the subject or simply pretending not to understand!"

“Okay.” Lu Jun sighed and explained, “That’s because I didn’t really focus my attention and energy on this aspect before.”

Survival, becoming stronger, and dealing with crises occupied most of his mind.

"So," Leng Yulai's beautiful eyes flickered, catching the softening in his words, and she pressed on with a hint of mischief, "You now... care about me?"

"You can think so."

Looking at her beautiful face so close to his, Lu Jun smiled and admitted it, no longer avoiding the question.

"I think you've been suppressing your true nature for too long, and now you're starting to unleash it."

Leng Yulai couldn't help but spit lightly, her cheeks turning even redder. She then raised her hand to beckon a nearby waiter and ordered Lu Jun a glass of the same deep-colored red wine as her.

Just as Lu Jun was about to say that he rarely drank alcohol, Leng Yulai leaned against him so softly that she seemed to have no bones, and her unique fragrance became even stronger.

She extended a slender index finger, its cool touch gently pressing against his lips, stopping him from saying what he was about to say.

"Drink some."

Her voice had a bewitching, seductive quality.

"I can tell you've been under a lot of pressure lately. Have a drink with me, don't use your soul power to sober up, trust me, just relax completely, you'll feel much better."

Lu Jun was slightly taken aback. Looking at the expression in her eyes, which was different from her usual teasing and contained a hint of seriousness and concern, he suddenly realized and said:
"Did Nana send you?" (End of Chapter)