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

Before Luo Ye could react, he had already fallen backward onto the vast black stone throne.

Without saying a word, Eluvia shoved herself into his arms, buried her head in his chest, wrapped her dragon tail tightly around his waist, curled up into a ball, and pretended to be dead.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, performed in one go.

But feigning death cannot conceal all the details that reveal her true state.

Her ear tips were so red they looked like they could drip blood, and the redness spread all the way to the base of the dragon horns, giving off a clear pink halo in the dimly lit bedchamber.

Even worse, her heart was pounding like a frantically pounding drum, clearly transmitted through her clothes to Luo Ye's chest, and then amplified by physical contact, sending shockwaves so strong that even her breathing became erratic.

[System Notification: The Eternal Night Dragon King has activated his skill – "Preemptive Strike: Feigning Death in Bed"!]

[System Review: I give this a perfect score! It achieved the goal of "sleeping together" without the awkwardness of a conversation!]

Serafina's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air, her silver eyes swirling with surprise and amusement.

She looked at the little black dragon curled up on the throne, its face buried in Luo Ye's chest, with only the tips of its bright red dragon horns showing, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"puff!"

This arrogant little dragon is so interesting and funny!

Luo Ye lay on the throne, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the soft little thing in his arms, and for a moment he was both amused and exasperated.

He looked down at Eluvia's head buried in his chest, only able to see her bright red ear tips and slightly trembling dragon horns, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, thinking that as long as it can't see others, others can't see it either.

He raised his hand, placed his palm on the back of her head, and gently ran his fingertips through her long, dark purple hair, stroking it slowly down the strands to soothe the nervous Elvia.

"Relax."

"How can you expect her to believe we sleep like this every night when you're this nervous?"

Eluvia's body stiffened slightly, then slowly relaxed.

She could feel the warmth of Luo Ye's palm seeping through her clothes, like a warm current that dispelled all the tension and unease in her heart.

She kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them, but the fingers gripping his clothes loosened slightly, and the frequency of the dragon's tail swaying gradually slowed down.

Luo Ye's palm gently stroked her long hair, from the top of her head to the back of her neck, and from the back of her neck to her back. Each stroke carried a reassuring warmth.

His other hand rested naturally on her waist, holding her securely in his arms.

Eluvia's breathing gradually calmed down.

The dragon's tail, which had been fluffed up like a ball, landed softly on the cushion. The tip of the tail curled up slightly, and then, without realizing it, it quietly wrapped around Luo Ye's wrist.

She secretly opened one eye and glanced up at Luo Ye through her eyelashes.

He was looking down at her, a gentle smile on his lips that she knew all too well.

There was not a trace of mockery in his eyes, only patience and indulgence.

It's like watching a kitten that's thrown a tantrum and then comes back to rub against your legs. There's no disgust or pride, just a simple feeling—this cat is so cute.

Eluvia's heart skipped a beat.

Then it suddenly occurred to her—Serafina was still watching.

She finally mustered her courage, lifted her head from Luo Ye's embrace, a trace of lingering moisture and shyness still visible in her golden vertical pupils, yet she forced a "I won" posture as she looked at Serafina opposite her:

"See, see? We sleep like this every night, every single day!"

"I'm way ahead of you, you should give up!"

Although her voice was still trembling slightly, the smugness and provocation in her tone were genuine.

Seraphina stood beside the throne, witnessing the entire process of tension turning into relaxation, from stiffness to cuddling.

She looked at the usually arrogant and haughty little black dragon, now curled up in Luo Ye's arms, its tail wrapped around his wrist, its face still flushed, trying to act fierce to assert its dominance.

This appearance is just like a kitten that has just learned to stretch out its claws, desperately trying to bare its teeth at another big cat, but not realizing that it has no deterrent power in the eyes of the other.

Serafina couldn't help but smile slightly, her silver eyes curving upwards. Her long, silvery-white hair swayed gently with her movements, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

"Yes, I saw it."

"They're definitely leading by a large margin; I'm even a little jealous."

Eluvia was taken aback.

She hadn't expected Serafina to admit defeat so readily, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. All the dozen or so boastful lines she had prepared were stuck in her throat. Her small mouth was slightly open, and her dazed look was exceptionally cute.

After a brief silence, a soft, bell-like laugh suddenly rang out in the hall.

It was only then that Eluvia belatedly realized that the old woman wasn't envying her at all, but rather cooperating with her and indulging her little schemes.

Like an older sister, she uses the gentlest perfunctory approach to indulge her ignorant younger sister in asserting her territory, which rightfully belongs to her.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Eluvia's heart.

There was resentment at being treated like a child, warmth from being indulged, and a feeling about Serafina that she herself couldn't quite explain.

Actually, when you think about it carefully, this old woman isn't so bad.

He saved her life in the abyss, gave her a ride while she slept, didn't fight her for the last piece of rib while grilling meat, and now he won't fight her for tonight's share.

Although I have a sharp tongue, a bad temper, laugh at her a lot, and like to tease her like a child—

But overall, he doesn't seem to be a bad guy.

And I don't know why.

She always felt that this woman was sometimes very familiar, as if she had seen her when she was a child.

Eluvia's dragon tail swayed slightly involuntarily. She glanced at Serafina, then quickly turned her head away and let out a muffled groan.

Serafina walked to the throne, raised her hand and gently touched Eluvia's head, smiling tenderly.

When Eluvia was patted on the head, her body visibly stiffened.

The usually arrogant Dragon King's aura shattered instantly, like a cat whose head had been suddenly ruffled, its fur standing on end, its whole body tense, unsure whether it should bristle or not.

"What's up?"

She instinctively shrank back, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of bewilderment after being patted on the head:

"Why are you touching my head? I'm not a child anymore. You know touching my head will stunt my growth, don't you know?"

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her small chest, as if to prove that she was already very tall, then turned her head to glare at Serafina, trying hard to create a sense of dissatisfaction in her eyes:

"Or are you just afraid I'm taller and bigger than you, so you're deliberately touching my head to make me look shorter?"