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

Over thousands of years, Serafina has fought countless battles, looked down upon all living beings, witnessed all the ups and downs of the world, and dealt with countless powerful beings who dared to challenge the authority of the dragon race. Her mind has long been as indifferent as water, and she has everything under control.

But no one has ever dared to approach her territory so forcefully and domineeringly, wantonly plundering her aura.

Confusion, astonishment, and bewilderment instantly swept over her thoughts, leaving her proud and rational mind momentarily blank.

wrong.

The script shouldn't have been like this at all.

It was clearly her who planned step by step and controlled the whole situation; it was clearly her who deliberately provoked and manipulated; it was clearly her who took the initiative to be intimate and gain the upper hand.

How did it suddenly turn into her being held in someone's arms and kissed until she couldn't breathe?

Seraphina was unwilling to accept this and subconsciously tried to use her magic to break free and regain the absolute initiative that belonged to the Dragon King.

She quickly raised her hands and pressed them against Luo Ye's warm chest, her fingertips gathering strength as she tried to push him away.

But when her palms truly touched his burning body temperature and she felt his steady and powerful heartbeat, the strength she had been building up to break free inexplicably softened and dissipated, leaving her unable to muster even a shred of strength.

Luo Ye followed the trend, his lips and tongue gently yet domineeringly prying open her teeth, with a hint of "you've been controlling me for so long, now I'm going to take it all back," forcefully invading all her territory, lingering and caressing, conquering and plundering.

At the same time, his hand, which was around her waist, slowly moved down, clearly outlining the slender and supple curves of her waist through a thin, smooth silver silk robe.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the layers of fabric and landed on her skin. His fingertips, with just the right amount of pressure, slowly caressed her, applying pressure step by step.

Serafina's breathing became completely out of rhythm; her once steady and long breaths became rapid and fragmented, her chest heaving constantly.

The hands that were pressed against his chest, initially pushing and struggling, slowly turned into a helpless clinging, and finally tightly gripped the fabric of his chest, their fingertips trembling slightly.

For the first time, those usually cool, indifferent, and all-encompassing silver eyes shed all their composure and playfulness, surging with genuine panic and helplessness.

Five thousand years have passed, and she remains aloof and self-possessed. No one has ever dared to offend her, get close to her, or control her, and no one has ever made her feel such a flutter of panic.

What alarmed her most was that, instead of feeling any disgust or resistance deep down, she felt a strange yet intense excitement that she had never experienced before, which made her weak all over and her mind go blank.

Luo Ye's hand lingered on her supple waist for a moment, feeling the slight trembling of her body, before slowly moving upwards, climbing along the smooth and beautiful lines of her back, and finally resting steadily on the back of her delicate and fair neck.

His fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin where her nape met her hairline—the most sensitive area after a dragon's horns after it takes human form.

The moment the cool touch landed on her fingertips, Serafina's body trembled violently, as if a fine electric current was coursing through her skin and meridians, sending a tingling, numb sensation through her limbs and leaving her completely drained of strength.

"Wait, wait a minute—" Her voice trembled with barely concealed panic, a softness never before seen in her usually icy tone. Her hands pressed tightly against his shoulders, desperately trying to create some distance between them.

"You—don't do this..."

But Luo Ye didn't give her a chance to back down.

His fingertips slowly moved up the delicate skin of the back of his neck, through the soft, fluffy silver hair, and finally touched the pair of small, exquisite silver-white dragon horns hidden among the strands of hair.

The horns of the Silver Dragon Clan are far more delicate and exquisite than those of the Black Dragon Clan. After being polished by the moonlight for thousands of years, their texture is warm and smooth, like the world's finest moonstone, clear and bright. They are also the Silver Dragon Clan's innate, forbidden territory that no outsider is allowed to touch.

Luo Ye's fingertips gently brushed against the thinnest, finest scales on the edge of the dragon's horn, the cool touch stimulating its most sensitive nerves.

"--Um!"

A short, delicate, and extremely suppressed tremor escaped from Serafina's throat, but she bit her lip tightly and swallowed it back, leaving only a faint breathy sound lingering around their lips.

Her clear silver eyes suddenly contracted sharply, all the composure, arrogance, and mockery in them shattering instantly, replaced by a turbulent surge of emotions.

A strange, burning sensation spread through her body, making her feel weak all over.

Dragon horns are the most sensitive part of a dragon's body; only the closest and most trusted beings can touch them.

In dragon tradition, touching another dragon's horns is equivalent to a gesture between humans—

Before she could finish thinking, an overwhelming tingling sensation burst forth from the base of the dragon horn, instantly sweeping through her body along her meridians and blood vessels, stripping her of all her strength.

Her legs suddenly went weak, her whole body felt sore and powerless, and she almost slipped out of Luo Ye's arms.

The next second, the dragon instincts hidden deep in their bloodline erupted completely!

"Luo—Night!!!"

A roar of extreme shame and anger, mixed with panic and resentment, suddenly exploded, echoing throughout the tranquil Silver Moon Temple.

A dazzling, silvery-white magical shockwave suddenly exploded outwards from her center, and the overwhelming royal dragon might instantly swept across the entire terrace.

Luo Ye had no time to react. He was violently thrown away by the torrent of magical power. His body drew a slightly messy parabola in the air before his back slammed heavily against the moonstone railing at the edge of the terrace, causing a dull pain in his back.

[Seraphina - Moonlight Chant's affection level temporarily surges: 60→75→85→100! (Touching her destined dragon horn triggers the ultimate dragon bond, locking in the peak value!)]

[System Reminder: The Silver Dragon's horns are a sensitive and forbidden area, and may not be touched without its consent. Congratulations, host, for unlocking the Silver Dragon King's exclusive private bond!]

[Warning: The Silver Dragon King is currently extremely emotionally unstable and may unleash a full-force attack in its true form at any moment. Host, please calm it down immediately to avoid fatal risks!]

Luo Ye raised his hand to rub his sore back, leaned against the cold railing to steady himself, looked up at Serafina not far away, and a triumphant smile slowly spread across his lips.

At this moment, the Silver Dragon King had completely lost the composed, elegant, and aloof royal demeanor he had displayed just moments before.

Her long, silver hair lay disheveled on either side of her flushed cheeks, which were completely red, the color spreading all the way to her ears and neck.

She gripped the base of the dragon horns tightly with both hands, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Those usually aloof and arrogant silver eyes, which looked down on all living beings, were now filled with panic, shame, and helplessness. The water in her eyes was shimmering and misty, hiding a trace of lingering resentment that she refused to admit until her death.

"You—how dare you—" Her voice trembled noticeably. Her arrogance, which had never wavered in five thousand years, shattered completely at this moment, and the panic in her eyes could not be hidden.

Looking at her rare, extremely timid appearance, Luo Ye felt a surge of mischievous pleasure.

at last.

He finally turned the tables, completely reversing the situation from being the prey who had been completely controlled.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying just the right amount of teasing and banter, his aura relaxed and unrestrained.

"Your Majesty Serafina, you seem quite unfamiliar with this kind of touch?"