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

Serafina placed her hands on either side of Luo Ye's ears, her knees gently straddling his waist, looking down at the boy beneath her. Her cool silver eyes were now filled with burning emotions, devoid of any trace of aloofness or indifference.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her warm breath carrying a faint, sweet aroma of fruit wine, falling repeatedly on Luo Ye's lips, chin, and neck, slightly cool and itchy, stirring the deepest throbbing in his heart.

His long, silver hair fell freely, the ends brushing against his neck, collarbone, and chest. The delicate touches layered upon each other, like countless strands of gentle moonlight slowly flowing over his skin, creating an atmosphere of intense ambiguity.

The loose, luxurious silver-patterned robe slipped slightly open, revealing her delicate, snow-white collarbone. Through the gaps in the fabric, the edges of the thin, silver-white underskirt were faintly visible, creating a hazy, alluring, and highly sensual effect.

"You were so fierce just now." She lowered her head slightly, her lips close to his ear, her voice lazy and husky, carrying a hint of alluring teasing.

"You were so bold when you were doing whatever you wanted to me by the back of my neck, why are you so quiet and silent now?"

Luo Ye did not respond.

His gaze slowly wandered, from her silver eyes brimming with emotion, down to her slightly swollen lips, then down to her heaving chest, and finally to the faint blue veins throbbing slightly on the side of her neck.

The rapid, powerful throbbing there clearly showed that this ancient dragon king was even more flustered and agitated than he was.

His hand slowly rose from the soft mattress, his fingertips first gently touching her slender knee, then slowly moving upwards along the smooth, beautiful lines of her leg.

Through a thin, gossamer-thin silver robe, the fabric delicate and smooth, he could clearly feel the cool temperature of her skin, and also distinctly sense that her body temperature was rapidly rising, becoming increasingly hot.

His fingertips slowly traced her slender hip bones, then slipped into the open seam of her robe...

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Serafina's breath hitched suddenly, her chest heaved violently, her slender waist tightened uncontrollably at his fingertips, her whole body trembled slightly, even the arm supporting her ear became unsteady, and her body swayed gently.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opening, Luo Ye suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, swiftly flipping himself up and instantly reversing their positions.

Her silver hair was spread out freely on the snow-white velvet bedding, like scattered moonlight, gentle and stunning.

Caught off guard, Serafina was pinned down by him. Her silver eyes widened instantly, a genuine look of astonishment flashing across them, while her slightly parted lips revealed a hint of innocent panic.

Luo Ye braced himself firmly on the bed beside her ear with one hand, stabilizing his body's strength. The fingertips of his other hand slowly moved down her delicate waist and abdomen, gently brushing against her flat and firm belly through a thin silk petticoat.

A delicate, cool touch kept washing over her, and Serafina's breathing became more and more rapid. Each rise and fall of her chest was accompanied by a panicked tremor, and her skin became exceptionally sensitive.

She subconsciously raised her hand, her five fingers spread and gripping the back of Luo Ye's neck. Her fingertips exerted a little force, her nails gently digging into his hair roots, carrying a hint of coquettish warning, yet also concealing an undisguised urging and desire.

The next moment, she slightly raised her knee, her slender calf gently brushing against Luo Ye's waist, her soft toes slowly sliding down his spine, hooking along the way with a naturally alluring posture.

Luo Ye gasped instantly, his blood surging and boiling, almost completely disrupting his rhythm with her gentle probing.

"Your Majesty," he lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and his breath tickling her earlobe, "have you been training your legs specifically?"

"It's innate." Seraphina tilted her head slightly, her lips lightly brushing against his strong jawline, her tone languid and arrogant, carrying a hint of deliberate provocation.

"What? You can't even handle it at the very beginning?"

"Who can't take it anymore?" Luo Ye chuckled, his fingertips suddenly tightening as he grabbed her still unruly slender ankle, pulling her calf away from his waist and gently pressing it upwards.

The soft hem of her robe slid down completely, revealing her long, slender, and well-proportioned legs.

The faint silver scales left over from the dragon's transformation shimmered on the surface of its skin, like a layer of fine stardust, sparkling brilliantly under the soft light of the bedchamber, an absolutely beautiful sight.

Serafina let out a soft groan, and the blush on her ears spread to her entire cheeks and neck, her fair skin tinged with an alluring flush.

She gripped the bedding tightly with both hands, her knuckles repeatedly tightening and loosening, her mind in a state of extreme panic.

Her head sank deeply into the soft pillow, her beautiful, slender neck arched back in an extremely pretty curve, her suppressed breathing was intermittent, and a series of very soft, nasal sounds escaped from her throat.

It was as if they were enduring something, or waiting for something.

Luo Ye lowered his head and gently kissed her flushed and burning earlobe, the delicate and tender kiss spreading down her cheeks.

Serafina's body tensed up suddenly, her long legs straightened instinctively, and her soft toes curled up, gently pressing against Luo Ye's shoulder.

"Enough..." Her voice was hoarse and soft, her eyes glistening with tears, her silver hair clinging messily to her flushed cheeks, making her look both fragile and alluring.

"Stop dawdling...hurry up."

Luo Ye looked up at her.

Her expression remained haughty, her chin slightly raised, her lips tightly pressed together—but in those silvery-white eyes, calmness and composure had long since shattered, revealing a panic and longing buried deep for five thousand years, never touched by anyone.

Without further hesitation, Luo Ye leaned down and gently kissed her trembling lips.

Serafina instantly raised her hand, wrapping her arms tightly around Luo Ye's back, leaving several light red, delicate scratch marks on her slender fingertips.

Her mouth was sealed by Luo Ye, so she couldn't make a sound. Only short, muffled groans escaped from her throat, and she trembled like the surface of a thawing stream in early spring.

"Hmm..." Serafina could no longer suppress the physiological instincts of her dragon race.

A long, slender, silvery-white dragon tail, covered with layers of shimmering scales, lashed out at the bed, causing the velvet quilt to tumble and ripple.

At the same time, the pair of dragon horns hidden deep within her messy silver hair were completely freed from the hair's cover and fully revealed.

The already translucent, moonstone-like surface of the horn slowly diffuses a delicate, light pink halo, with a warm luster spreading out layer by layer.

This is a unique physiological reaction of the Silver Dragon Clan, a special symptom that only appears when one's mind is completely overwhelmed and one is extremely shy.

Luo Ye's fingertips passed through her sweaty, messy silver hair, precisely touching the pair of burning dragon horns. His fingertips gently pressed against the delicate, warm horn body, and slowly grasped one of them.

The cool touch of her fingertips landed on the scorching red dragon horns. The collision of these two extreme temperatures instantly shattered Serafina's last shred of rationality.

"no--!"