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Chapter 115 The Arrogant Wang Dong'er
I do not know how long it has been.

His rapid and suppressed breathing gradually subsided.

Ling Han held Wang Qiu'er tightly in his arms. Their foreheads touched, their noses brushed together, and their lips were moist, swollen, and slightly numb from the intense kiss.

Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes shimmered with moisture, and her cool face was tinged with a captivating blush, more alluring than the most beautiful rose.

She was breathing heavily, her body limp and boneless as she leaned against Ling Han. Only the dragon tail wrapped around his calf still held a stubborn strength, demonstrating her unyielding possessiveness.

Wang Dong'er loosened her grip a little, but still clung to Ling Han's back like a koala, her little face pressed against his back, her butterfly wings drooping wetly, letting out a satisfied and lazy sigh.

Ling Han calmed his breathing, his icy blue eyes filled with a deep and peaceful satisfaction.

He gently stroked Wang Qiu'er's damp back, feeling the amazing power contained beneath her skin, then turned his head and rubbed his cheek against the soft hair of Wang Dong'er on his back.

"Dong'er! Qiu'er! It's time to get up." His voice was slightly hoarse from the event, but still steady. "You've kept Huyan Zhen and the others waiting for too long. They should be worried."

Wang Qiu'er softly hummed in his arms, her voice thick with nasal tone, extremely languid, as if still immersed in the afterglow of the previous encounter, unwilling to move.

She slightly raised her eyes, her golden dragon pupils glancing at Ling Han with a hint of reluctance at being interrupted, but more so with a sense of obedience that 'her husband has the final say'.

Wang Dong'er replied lazily, "Okay..." drawing out her voice with a hint of coquetry.

Ling Han smiled and stood up first. Water droplets rolled down his strong and muscular body, outlining his perfect muscle lines, each one containing explosive power.

He reached out and first pulled the still somewhat languid Wang Qiu'er out of the water.

Water droplets, like pearls from a broken string, slid down Wang Qiu'er's breathtaking curves. Her soaked golden hair clung to her smooth, jade-like shoulders and full chest, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

The waterline flowed down along the deep collarbone, the firm and powerful waist, and the round and pert buttocks, finally converging on the dragon's tail, which was covered with fine golden scales and full of power and wild beauty.

She straightened up, and her golden dragon eyes regained their usual coldness, but the lingering spring passion and blush at the corners of her eyes and brows made her look like a snow lotus that had just been nourished, breathtakingly beautiful.

Ling Han's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he turned around and scooped Wang Dong'er, who looked like a lazy little cat, out of the water.

Wang Dong'er's pale blue butterfly wings hung wetly behind her, and water droplets slid down her fair and slender arms, flat and firm abdomen, and straight and long legs.

She doesn't possess the powerful wildness of Qiu'er, but rather the unique innocence and gentleness of a young girl, like a flower bud just beginning to bloom, glistening with morning dew.

She smiled and let Ling Han pick her up, playfully tossing her hair, splashing water droplets all over Ling Han's face.

"Naughty." Ling Han chuckled, wiping the water droplets from his face with his fingertips.

The maids waiting outside had already quietly waited behind the screen, holding soft, large bath towels and clean, comfortable nightgowns.

Ling Han picked up a bath towel and naturally began to carefully wipe Wang Qiu'er dry.

His slender fingers, through the soft fabric, brushed across her slightly cool skin, her rounded shoulders, and her taut waistline, finally enveloping the dragon's tail adorned with golden scales, his movements gentle and tender. Wang Qiu'er tilted her head slightly, her eyes closed, enjoying Ling Han's care, her usually aloof face now showing complete relaxation and dependence.

Only in front of Ling Han would she let down all her guard and composure.

Then, Ling Han picked up another bath towel and wrapped it around Wang Dong'er, who was still shaking off water droplets, covering her from head to toe tightly, like wrapping a small rice dumpling.

Wang Dong'er squirmed in the bath towel, protesting in dissatisfaction: "Oh, husband! I can do it myself!"

Ling Han hugged her tightly without saying a word, and rubbed her little head through the bath towel: "Behave yourself, don't catch a cold." His tone was full of unquestionable doting affection.

Soon, all three changed into comfortable nightgowns. Ling Han wore a long robe with dark gold patterns, which made him look tall and imposing, and his temperament became even more profound and aloof.

Wang Qiu'er wore a simple gold silk dress that accentuated her tall and perfect figure. Her golden dragon eyes shone with a majestic light under the lamplight. Her previous languid and charming demeanor had been subdued, leaving only the nobility and aloofness of the Golden Dragon Queen.

Wang Dong'er changed into a set of light blue pajamas with delicate butterfly wing patterns. Her wet, light blue hair was loose, making her look charming and cute.

Ling Han looked at the two stunningly beautiful women beside him, each with a distinct style, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his icy blue eyes.

"Husband!" Wang Dong'er immediately turned around, like a jubilant little bird, and hopped to Ling Han in a few steps, tilting her little face up and blinking her big eyes.

"Do you think I look good in this outfit? Isn't it a little... too cute?" she said, deliberately turning around, the pink and blue skirt and butterfly wings fluttering lightly.

Ling Han's smile deepened. He reached out, not to answer her question, but to pull her close, while his other hand remained holding Wang Qiu'er's.

He lowered his head and carefully straightened the slightly crooked crystal collar ornament on Wang Dong'er's chest, his movements gentle and patient.

My fingertips occasionally brushed against her delicate collarbone skin, bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

"Beautiful." Ling Han's voice was deep and certain, filled with undeniable doting affection. "My Dong'er, you're beautiful no matter what."

"Cute or charming, she's mine." His gaze swept over her cheeks, which were slightly flushed with anticipation, and her eyes, which were filled with starlight.

Wang Dong'er's face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile, brighter than the sunshine. She happily tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on Ling Han's cheek, leaving a wet lip print: "My husband is the best!"

Then, she looked at Wang Qiu'er with a hint of pride and affection: "Sister Qiu'er, my husband says I'm pretty!"

Wang Qiu'er's cool lips curved almost imperceptibly, her golden dragon eyes revealing a hint of indulgence and understanding.

She didn't speak, but instead reached out her other free hand, bent her finger, and gently flicked Wang Dong'er's smooth forehead. The movement was very light, carrying an older sisterly intimacy and a hint of 'you talk too much'.

"Ouch!" Wang Dong'er exaggeratedly covered her forehead and pouted at Ling Han, "Husband, look, Sister Qiu'er is bullying me!"

(Brothers, I'm experiencing writer's block and haven't figured out how to write the next plot. Are there any readers who could offer some suggestions? I would be very grateful! Thank you!)

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