Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

Serafina tensed up suddenly, letting out a very soft groan, which he swallowed completely.

"Keep your voice down." Luo Ye stepped back slightly, his lips still pressed against hers, his voice very low.

"Eluvia is still fast asleep next door; it would be troublesome to wake her."

Upon hearing this, Seraphina seemed to instantly find a foothold for retaliation. Forcing herself to maintain her erratic breathing, she gritted her teeth and retorted in a breathy voice:

"What? Now you're worried about waking her up? Why weren't you afraid when you were attacking her earlier?"

"I'm not afraid—"

Before Luo Ye could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.

Serafina's knee had quietly lifted up at some point, and she gently rubbed the inside of her knee against his thigh through his trouser leg.

At the same time, the dragon's tail, like a nimble silver snake, silently wrapped around his waist, with the tip of the tail resting on a small patch of skin in the hollow of his spine on his lower back.

When the cool scales touched him, Luo Ye felt as if his spine had been frozen by a ray of moonlight, and his entire spine went numb all the way from his tailbone to the back of his head.

"Defense?"

Serafina tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes still misty, but the corners of her mouth had already curved back into that familiar arc that Luo Ye knew so well.

She gently scooted her knee up an inch, her voice still hoarse from being broken up, but it had regained some of its composure:

"You really think I can only play defensively? Hmm?"

After saying that, she gently rubbed her knee up an inch again, the force ambiguous and tricky.

The dragon tail wrapped around his waist tightened slightly, gently yet forcefully pulling him forward.

Luo Ye's center of gravity shifted forward instantly, forcing him to reach out and firmly brace himself against the stone wall to maintain his balance.

The distance between them was completely closed, their skin touched, their breaths mingled, their hair intertwined, and they were no longer separated.

The cool moonlight and floral fragrance mingled with the boy's clean and clear body heat, slowly rising in the small, enclosed space, creating an intensely ambiguous atmosphere that was almost impossible to dispel.

Luo Ye took a deep breath: "...You're cheating."

"How is that cheating?" Seraphina tilted her head, her tone returning to its lazy and composed manner, and slowly rubbed her knee together again.

"I'm a dragon. My tail and knees are part of my body. I wasn't carrying any weapons, so how is that cheating?"

Luo Ye stared at her for two seconds, then smiled.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

His hand slipped back into her hair, finding the dragon horn with one hand, while the other hand reached behind her, sliding inch by inch down the opposite direction of the dragon's tail...

Serafina's pupils contracted sharply.

The dragon tail wrapped around Luo Ye's waist instantly lost its strength, drooping limply, its tip drawing several irregular arcs in the air before finally resting weakly on the back of his hand.

She collapsed completely into his arms, her forehead pressed against his collarbone, her breathing rapid and shallow, each breath carrying the sweet fragrance of moonlight, no longer able to muster the strength to fight back.

"You... how can you be so unreasonable..." Her voice was muffled and broken, unable to form a complete sentence.

"I'm being unreasonable?" Luo Ye lowered his head and whispered gently into her reddened earlobe, his tone tender, but his advances remained relentless.

"Weren't you quite the flirt just now? Your knees were rubbing against me skillfully, and your dragon tail was wrapping around me tightly. Why are you so weak now?"

Seraphina was speechless. She could only extend her last bit of strength and gently pinch his lower back, her expression a mix of coquettish embarrassment and annoyance.

Luo Ye gasped, his competitive spirit ignited.

He lowered his voice, his lips pressed tightly against her most sensitive ear, his breath hot: "Your Majesty, since we're going to play, let's play slowly."

(The rest of the story is left to your imagination; 100 million words will be omitted here.)

Before I knew it, the sunlight outside the window gradually began to slant westward, casting long shadows on the floor.

Inside the room, intermittent conversations were mixed with soft breathing sounds, and occasionally a few words of laughter would drift out.

"Be gentle...don't, don't go too far..."

"You're usually so good at flirting, why are you so quiet now—um, don't bite."

"Didn't you say you were going to make sure I couldn't get out of bed today? This performance doesn't seem very convincing."

"Luo Ye! You just wait!"

"I remember, I remember the whole thing. We'll deal with the next time later, for now, just accept it obediently."

Then the Silver Dragon King's voice suddenly changed tone, his fingertips curling and gripping Luo Ye's shoulders, his voice trying to be low but unable to hide the rising tone at the end:

"Don't, don't touch that—you bastard—"

"Don't touch where? Here? Or here?"

"If you touch me again, I won't be polite—"

"You're not going to be any more polite now. Besides, when you're begging for mercy, you should do it properly. Your Majesty, when you threatened me, you said you'd lock me up so I couldn't get out of bed. This kind of force doesn't match that line at all."

"Luo!! Night!!"

Occasionally, the low roars of magical beasts could be heard from the distant mountains behind the window, along with the slight rustling of wind passing through the corners of the long corridor, and the faint, distant dragon roars as the dragon guards changed shifts.

At one moment, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out from behind Luo Ye's back, its fingers opening and closing as if trying to grasp at some lifeline.

A moment later, a large, well-defined hand caught up, its fingers slipping between hers, clasping her fingers tightly, and pressing her back to the bedside.

After a long time, everything gradually calmed down.

Then Luo Ye groaned, as if someone had nudged him with their elbow, his voice languid and satisfied: "...Why are you so vengeful?"

"I learned it from you."

"When did I—"

"Just now."

"...Okay, we're even."

His response was a chuckle from Seraphina's nose, hoarse and languid, carrying a sense of satisfaction and languid relaxation.

Meanwhile, on the throne in the main hall, Eluvia was fast asleep, clutching a fragment of the Shadow Core.

She rolled over, muttering something incoherent in her sleep: "Stupid dragon knight... don't run away... I haven't bitten enough yet..."

The drool at the corner of his mouth gleamed suspiciously in the moonlight.

She had no idea that during the few hours she slept, the history of the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest had quietly turned a page.

[System's ultimate commentary: The most pitiful victim, Eluvia! She slept the entire time, perfectly missing the whole chaotic scene!]

At this moment, Eluvia was having a very long dream.

In her dream, she turned into a tiny black dragon with wings that hadn't fully grown. She flew up unsteadily and crashed headfirst into the bushes.

A woman with silver-white hair picked her out of the branches and gently patted the leaves off her head.

That older sister looks so familiar...