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

Luo Ye knew all her temper and habits well: if she was furious or jealous, her dragon tail would lash the stone surface wildly, making a loud noise to vent her emotions.

But at this moment she was as quiet as a stone, her tail hanging outside the edge of the stone without moving, not even the tip of her tail twitching—this was ten times worse than throwing a tantrum.

Luo Ye stepped forward slowly, speechless for a moment, unsure how to comfort her.

After a long silence, Eluvia finally spoke, her voice low and hoarse, bluntly piercing through all pretense: "Every time she touches you, your heart races uncontrollably."

Luo Ye opened her mouth, then suddenly choked.

We can't keep using the same old excuse, can we? The excuse of physiological stress response has been used too frequently these days, and even he himself would be embarrassed to use it anymore.

Eluvia is just a little childish, not stupid. She is a four-thousand-year-old black dragon king who can see through all lame excuses—she just sometimes chooses not to call them out.

Moreover, his heart was indeed racing.

Although the touch was very light, and although it may have really been an "accident," his body did react.

"Your Majesty, I—"

"You don't need to explain," she interrupted him, her tail finally twitching slightly as it flicked in his direction before retracting halfway.

"I know you didn't mean it that way. But I just hate it when she touches you, I really hate it."

Luo Ye was silent for two seconds, then took half a step forward, squatted down to be at eye level with her: "Your Majesty, I promise you, if she deliberately gets close again, I will dodge immediately. I will absolutely not give her a chance to touch me."

Eluvia looked up, her golden eyes filled with obvious doubt: "Really?"

"Of course."

"What if she reached out and touched your face?"

I dodged to the side.

"Would you like me to touch the back of your hand or wrist?"

I immediately retreated to create distance.

"What if she—"

"Your Majesty," Luo Ye couldn't help but interrupt her with a laugh, "if you keep listing things like this, none of us will be able to sleep tonight."

A blush instantly rose to the tips of Eluvia's ears. She turned her head away, flicking her tail behind her, her stubbornness unwavering as ever: "...I wasn't worried about you. I just couldn't stand that old silver dragon woman taking advantage of my dragon knight."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty is wise." Luo Ye followed her lead, offering a way out and smoothly changing the subject.

"Speaking of which—since I made a contract with you, I've only ever seen you in your Mini Dragon form and battle form; I've never seen you in your human form."

Upon hearing this, the little black dragon on the pedestal froze completely.

Its tail tip was suspended in mid-air, and its movement froze midway, as if it had been frozen in place for a full two seconds.

"...Why are you suddenly asking this?" Her voice suddenly rose half a tone, and the slight low pressure from before disappeared without a trace, replaced by panic and shyness.

Luo Ye glanced out the window and casually began to speak:

"Just out of curiosity."

"Seraphina can transform into human form, and Your Majesty, being a Dragon King as well, surely can too."

"I've always been curious about what Your Majesty will look like after you take human form."

Eluvia's ear tips visibly turned redder, burning from light pink to deep red, and even the seams of the scales on her neck radiated a faint heat.

"You—you were just saying whether or not to avoid her touching you!" Her claws gripped the edge of the base stone tightly, her voice filled with obvious rage.

"That topic jump was so abrupt! Who changes the subject like that?!"

"It's not awkward at all," Luo Ye said seriously, shrugging.

"My heart was racing at the dinner table just now because I saw Serafina's human form and it reminded me of Your Majesty's human form, which is why my heart rate spiked and the message was relayed to Your Majesty."

Eluvia froze, her tail tip frozen in mid-air in an S-shape, as if she were trying to process his illogical words.

The gilded vertical pupils blinked repeatedly, finally managing to utter only one sentence: "...What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"I'm telling the truth," Luo Ye said without changing his expression.

"I'd be a fool to believe you!" Eluvia huffed and turned her head away, her dragon tail whipping through the air with a sharp crack as it struck the stone base.

"The dragon maiden form recorded in dragon clan history only exists in... in short, it's not something you can just show to anyone!"

"Why can't I look?" Luo Ye tilted his head.

"We're contractual partners, bound by a life-or-death relationship. It shouldn't be a problem for you to take a look, right?"

"No means no!" Her voice grew even more panicked. "If you ask again, I'll get angry!"

"Your Majesty, please take a look—"

"Shut up!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Eluvia opened her mouth and spat out a ball of low-temperature, pale golden mini dragon breath.

The dragon's breath was only warm enough to touch a finger, but its impact was just right, spraying directly onto Luo Ye's entire face and leaving it scorched black.

"I refuse to answer that question, you foolish dragon knight!"

Luo Ye: "..."

He raised his hand and touched his face; his palm was covered in black ash, and his entire face, from his eyebrows to his chin, was covered in black ash.

Eluvia stared at his disheveled, dark face, stunned for a brief two seconds, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

The tiny dragon body rolls and tumbles on the stone base, its wings flapping merrily and its tail tip pointing high. It has none of the majesty of a dragon king, but only the lively and cheerful spirit of a young girl.

"Hahahaha—you—your face—hahahaha—"

She laughed so hard she almost fell over, her miniature dragon body rolling around on the pedestal, completely losing her earlier tension and shyness.

Luo Ye wiped his face helplessly, looked at the happy Eluvia, and suddenly felt that although he had been sprayed with dragon breath, it was worth it to see her so happy.

"Your Majesty, have you finished laughing?"

"No—no—hahahaha—" Elvia laughed uncontrollably.

Luo Ye shook his head helplessly and turned around: "Then I'll go to the hot spring in the back mountain to wash my face first. You can continue smiling."

"Go ahead, go ahead—hahahaha—"

The cheerful laughter followed him through the corridor, and Luo Ye couldn't help but smile, his steps becoming lighter.

A moment later, Luo Ye washed the soot off her face and returned to the main hall.

Eluvia had stopped laughing and was now quietly squatting on the pedestal. Her gaze as she looked up at him was complex and gentle, all traces of jealousy and wariness gone.

When he returned from washing his face in the hot spring, Eluvia had already finished laughing and sat upright on the pedestal, resuming the dignified posture befitting a dragon king.

"Have you laughed enough?" Luo Ye asked.

"...Hmm." She looked away, her tail tip unconsciously curling up slightly. "I just think...you're actually quite interesting to be around."

Luo Ye seized the opportunity and probed again: "Then Your Majesty, would you consider letting me see your dragon girl form?"

"No way!"

"Are you really not going to consider it?"

"Not considering it!"

"What if I trade it for barbecue?"

Eluvia's tail stopped, and her vertical pupils shifted slightly, as if she were mentally manipulating abacus beads.

She was silent for a moment, then her voice suddenly softened: "...How many meals?"

Luo Ye was overjoyed inside, but remained outwardly calm: "Ten meals, or twenty if necessary?"

Elvia whirled around, her dragon eyes wide with fury: "I am a dragon, you stupid knight! How can you—try to fool me with roasted meat?!"