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

The eternal night dragon's nest fell into complete silence in the dead of night.

Dark purple magical patterns flowed slowly across the ceiling, emitting a very faint hum, like the even breathing of the entire dragon's nest as it slept.

On the throne, Eluvia remained curled up, fast asleep, with a suspicious, glistening liquid dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

The dragon tail that had been resting on Luo Ye's wrist had quietly loosened at some point and was now softly resting on the cool armrest of the throne, the fluffy pom-pom at the tip of the tail still trembling gently with each breath.

She slept soundly, completely devoid of her usual haughty and sharp demeanor. She even unconsciously turned over, mumbling incoherently in her sleep:

"You stupid dragon knight... don't you dare steal my roasted meat... it's all mine..."

After muttering to herself, she instinctively hugged the Shadow Core fragment she was clutching tightly in her arms, rolled half a circle to the other side of the throne, and continued to sleep peacefully.

Luo Ye lay on the large throne cushion, and his left arm, which had been used as a pillow by the little black dragon for most of the night, was finally freed.

A tingling, numb sensation instantly spread from my shoulder to my fingertips, and my entire arm became stiff and numb, as if it had been pressed down by a huge boulder for several hours, almost to the point of losing all feeling.

He turned slightly to the side, grimacing as he gently massaged his aching shoulders. Looking down at the little black dragon sleeping beside him in an unusually unrestrained posture, completely lacking the majesty of a dragon king, he couldn't help but silently complain in his heart.

This little guy is so clingy when he's asleep, it's practically the pinnacle of clinginess among dragons.

Moreover, when it transforms into a mini black dragon and is held in its arms, it is light and soft, like a ball of cotton candy, with no weight at all.

How come her head is so heavy on her arm after transforming into her dragon girl form?

Does the dragon lose its ability to control its weight after it goes into slumber, thus becoming a real pressure point for people?

Luo Ye made the most of every movement, carefully rising from the throne and stepping barefoot onto the obsidian floor.

The cool sensation spread throughout his body from the soles of his feet, instantly dispelling any lingering sleepiness and waking him up completely.

He glanced around the quiet palace, a slight doubt creeping into his heart.

Strange, Serafina actually stayed put all night?

Given the vengeful and cunning nature of this ancient silver dragon king, she would never easily let bygones be bygones the way he had messed up her horns and forced her to beg for mercy last night.

He thought she would definitely come to his door in the middle of the night to "settle scores," but to his surprise, she remained completely silent and made no move.

This is really not like her style.

Luo Ye gently rubbed his sore neck, intending to get up and take care of his physiological needs first.

But before he could even take a step, a graceful, ethereal silver-white figure silently emerged from the shadows of the pillars.

The fragrance of moonlight and flowers, carried on the cool evening breeze, wafted towards him, gentle yet alluring, and blocked his way.

Serafina had clearly been waiting there for a long time, patiently squatting down, just waiting for the moment he would get up on his own.

She maintained her languid and composed demeanor, her long, silvery-white hair cascading over her shoulders. Moonlight streamed down from the skylight in the dome, casting a soft, silvery glow on her hair.

She tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes filled with undisguised amusement and a hint of deep-seated resentment, and the smile on her lips seemed to carry a sense of "settling scores later."

"Finally you've let go? I thought you were going to stay on the throne with her until dawn."

Her voice was very low, as if afraid of waking the little black dragon, but the resentment and teasing in her words were still there.

Before Luo Ye could respond, Serafina took a step forward, suddenly closing the distance.

She raised her hand and gently grasped Luo Ye's collar, then slightly tiptoed, her long silver hair slipping down her shoulders as she moved, and her warm, slightly cool lips gently covered his.

The kiss was not gentle; instead, it carried a blatant sense of "revenge."

Luo Ye's pupils dilated slightly in the darkness.

He instinctively tried to speak, but as soon as his lips parted a crack, Serafina's tongue gently pried open his teeth.

A surge of electricity shot from the top of my head straight to my tailbone.

Luo Ye froze on the spot, his brain instantly shutting down.

This scene is a bit too exciting.

Fortunately, Serafina did not intend to make a big fuss at this time, in this place, and on this occasion.

A few seconds later, she gently took half a step back, separating her lips from each other.

In the darkness of the night, her silver eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, like two clear, bright moons hanging in the night, gleaming with a dangerous yet captivating light.

She raised her slender thumb and gently wiped her slightly damp lips, a mixture of cunning and resentment in her eyes, her tone languid yet vengeful:

"This is retaliation for you going too far yesterday."

She paused slightly, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of reproach through gritted teeth, both aggrieved and alluring:

"I've already begged for mercy, but you still won't stop; in fact, you're getting even more aggressive. Luo Ye, are you a devil?"

After she finished speaking, as if she was still not satisfied, she gently poked his chest with her fingertip, right in the small area between his ribs that was most ticklish.

Luo Ye flinched from the poke, instinctively taking a half-step back: "Why...why did you poke me?"

"That felt good." Serafina withdrew her hand, a sly glint of triumph flashing in her silver eyes.

Luo Ye's heart pounded, and she instinctively turned her head quickly to glance in the direction of the throne.

Eluvia was still sleeping soundly, her little face serene, with a faint trace of moisture at the corner of her mouth. She was clearly still immersed in her sweet dreams of delicious food, showing no signs of waking up.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, immediately lowered his voice, and spoke with a tone full of helplessness and a desire to survive:

"Your Majesty, please keep your voice down, don't wake her. And the way you're saying it makes it sound like I've done something to bully you."

"Besides, you can't just say things like that. When did I go too far? It was clearly you who went too far—"

"Don't you have any?"

Seraphina immediately raised an eyebrow to interrupt him, her silver eyes almost overflowing with resentment as she stared intently at him, listing his "crimes."

"Who was it that rubbed my dragon horns? And who was it that, instead of going easy on me, only made things worse? In the end, my legs went weak and you still—"

"Stop! Stop!" Luo Ye quickly raised his hand to interrupt her, his cheeks and ears burning hot, and he dared not say another word.

He figured it out: during the day, this eternal silver dragon king was putting on a gentle older sister persona in front of Eluvia.

But when she's alone at night, she starts to let loose. All that aloofness, elegance, and composure is just an act. Deep down, she's a vengeful and flirtatious old fox.

I see, so she's the type who's cold on the outside but passionate on the inside.

Luo Ye dared not continue pursuing this dangerous topic, fearing that the conversation would stray further and cause an accident.

He sidestepped Serafina in front of him and strode towards the outside of the palace.

Discussing such ambiguous topics just steps away from the sleeping little black dragon is like pouring hot oil on a campfire; it's just asking for trouble.

Although the little black dragon was sleeping like she was drunk, what if she heard something she shouldn't while half-asleep—

Tonight's battleground won't be a "two dragons vying for favor" level, but rather a "nuclear explosion in the dragon's nest during the eternal night."

Serafina stood there, watching his tall, retreating figure as he fled in disarray. Her silver eyes swirled with a mixture of anger and amusement, and the smile on her lips lingered for a long time.

She thought for a moment, then took a step and slowly followed.

In the dead of night, the Dragon's Nest corridor was quiet except for the sound of their intertwined breaths.

Occasionally, the low, melodious roars of dragons changing shifts could be heard from afar, ethereal and distant, before dissipating in the night wind, further emphasizing the deep tranquility of the entire palace.

Luo Ye walked ahead, hearing the light footsteps following closely behind him. Without turning around, he knew who it was.

He didn't stop, but simply slowed his pace, letting the other person keep up with his rhythm.

Serafina's languid voice came softly from behind, tinged with a playful curiosity: "Why are you rushing out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Where are you going?"