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

Before Luo Ye could retort, a familiar, cunning smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, appeared on her lips.

The dragon's tail under the blanket slowly tightened again, pulling him firmly into its embrace:

"Even when you are old and can no longer walk, can no longer walk steadily, and have a full white beard on your chin—you will always be my personal dragon knight."

What was clearly a forceful threat carrying the connotation of confinement was rendered tender and affectionate by her husky, soft voice, devoid of any intimidation, leaving only a sense of possessiveness and favoritism.

Luo Ye couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling spreading through her heart.

He suddenly rolled over and gently pressed her into the soft bedding, his fingertips tracing the smooth, graceful lines of her back, slowly sliding towards the softest, most sensitive, tiny scales at her tailbone.

Serafina's breath hitched, her body instinctively curled up slightly, her knees twitched slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

Luo Ye didn't actually cause any trouble. He simply placed his fingertips lightly on the outermost scales and gently stroked them in circles. At the same time, he lowered his head and gently blew a warm breath onto the slightly reddened base of her dragon horns.

"So fierce, huh? Your Majesty the aloof and noble Silver Dragon King." He looked down at her reddened eyes, his tone carrying a gentle teasing.

"...Luo Ye!"

Seraphina glared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and reproach, but her voice was so soft and weak that it had no power whatsoever.

Luo Ye chuckled softly, leaned down to completely silence her unfinished words, and swallowed all her shy and annoyed coquettishness and soft protests into a gentle kiss.

Inside the palace, the two top-tier dragon breaths, one silver-white and the other dark gold, surged and rose once more, intertwining and merging together. Under the shroud of morning light and shattered stars, they transformed into a warm and lingering mist, filling the entire gentle world.

The next morning.

The sweet and delicate fragrance of moonflower lingered around her nose, and a gentle touch enveloped her body. Luo Ye slowly awoke from her deep sleep.

He opened his sleepy eyes and was greeted by the luxurious and soft interior of the Silver Moon Temple's sleeping quarters.

Beneath her was an enormous, incredibly fluffy and soft round bed, and her body was covered with a light and smooth silver-white velvet quilt.

His muscles still felt sore and swollen, but the two dragon energies, dark gold and silver white, that had been somewhat separate and operating independently within his body, had now become exceptionally harmonious and docile.

After a whole night of blending and coexisting, the two top-tier dragon forces found the most suitable way to coexist, slowly flowing through his meridians and nourishing his body, causing his physique and magical foundation to quietly rise.

Luo Ye turned his head slightly, his gaze falling gently on the girl beside him.

Serafina was still asleep and had not yet awakened.

Her snow-white hair was spread out freely on the clean white pillow, like a cascading waterfall of moonlight, pure and dazzling.

Long, thick eyelashes fell silently, casting a small, light shadow under his fair eyelids, shedding the usual aloofness, arrogance, and cunning of the thousand-year-old dragon king.

She was quiet and docile in her sleep, like an ordinary girl who was innocent, pure and gentle, so clean that it softened one's heart.

Luo Ye quietly turned his head to look at her, his heart churning with complex yet warm emotions.

He clearly wanted to be a master player who could charm all the female bosses in the world and remain untouched by any of them, but he still ended up failing miserably.

Well, this is fine too.

However, given this realistic feeling, is this world really just a game?

Never mind, when I get back I'll definitely give the development team a five-star review!

At the same moment, a thousand miles away, deep underground in the Eternal Night Dragon's Nest.

The source of shadow surged endlessly like a thick tide of ink, and a colossal dragon, entirely black, coiled in the center of the vortex, its dark gold patterns on its scales flickering.

Eluvia's consciousness floated on the surface of her slumber when she was suddenly stirred by a very subtle anomaly.

She frowned slightly and gave a muffled hum.

The feeling was vague—like something flickered at the other end of the soul connection, not strong, but not on a frequency she was familiar with.

She instinctively used her remaining consciousness to probe in that direction.

But the other end of the connection quickly returned to calm, and nothing unusual happened.

Eluvia struggled to open her eyes a crack, and in the dim underground Dragon Source Palace, only the sound of the surging shadow essence could be heard.

In her confusion, she managed to piece together a thought: "That stupid dragon knight... has he been doing something behind my back?"

But she suppressed the thought as soon as it took shape.

"...Salta is watching him, so nothing should happen. That idiot dragon knight wouldn't dare to run away even if he were left alone."

Eluvia yawned and put the dragon head back on its front paws.

He turned over, and his consciousness sank into the depths once more.

Inside the Silvermoon Peak palace, Luo Ye was completely unaware of what had happened underground. He simply looked at Serafina in his arms and murmured to himself:

"...This development team has made it incredibly realistic."

Just as his thoughts began to stir, the eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled slightly, and then slowly opened their eyes.

Her clear, silvery-white eyes, still hazy and sleepy from just waking up, were innocent and pure.

Serafina's gaze focused slightly, and when she saw Luo Ye standing close at hand, she froze abruptly. Her cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and neck.

"Good morning," she said softly, her voice hoarse and soft from just waking up.

"Good morning," Luo Ye replied.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then simultaneously looked away.

A subtle, slightly awkward sweetness filled the air.

Seraphina cleared her throat softly, forcibly suppressing the fluttering emotions and shyness in her heart. She tried to tighten her voice, attempting to regain her usual cool and noble dragon king tone: "You—did you sleep well last night?"

"It's fine." Luo Ye smiled faintly, his tone natural. "The bed is very soft, and I slept very soundly."

"Of course." Serafina blurted out unconsciously, with a hint of pride belonging to the Silver Moon Dragon King. The moment the words left her lips, she suddenly realized that she was actually discussing the softness or hardness of the bed with the person she had spent the most intimate night with.

The heat on her cheeks intensified instantly, and she forced herself to remain calm and stop talking.

She sat up slightly, the smooth, silvery-white velvet blanket slipping gently from her shoulders. On her delicate collarbone, a few faint red marks were scattered, the exclusive marks left from last night.

Her movements suddenly stopped. She looked down at the clear marks on her skin, then looked up at Luo Ye beside her. Her silver eyes were filled with complex and subtle emotions: shyness, excitement, possessiveness, and a sense of security.

"...You were very unruly last night," she said softly, her tone carrying a hint of reproachful accusation.

Luo Ye touched the tip of his nose helplessly and replied with a smile, "Likewise."

Serafina stared at him for several seconds, and seeing the calm and gentle smile in his eyes, she could no longer maintain her cool expression and couldn't help but laugh softly.

That smile was extremely light and gentle, like a moonflower quietly blooming in the dead of night—clean, pure, and healing, stripping away all the sharpness and cunning of royalty, leaving only the most genuine tenderness.

"Alright," she readily conceded, speaking softly.

"I admit, I underestimated you. You're in pretty good shape."

As she finished speaking, she threw off the silk quilt and calmly got up. Her long silver hair drew a smooth and beautiful arc in the air as she got up, lively and dazzling.

She walked slowly to the carved window inside the hall and gently pushed open the heavy window.

The clear morning sunlight and the fresh mountain breeze instantly flooded into the hall, dispelling the lingering warmth of the night and bringing a sense of brightness to the room.

She stood quietly by the window, backlit, the bright morning light gently enveloping her body. Her silver hair shone with a translucent and soft luster in the sunlight, and her aloof and noble temperament returned, transforming her back into the Silver Moon Dragon King who looked down upon all dragons, cold and proud.

"Well then, Mr. Dragon Knight—" She tilted her head slightly, her profile backlit and exquisitely beautiful, a faint smile playing on her lips, gentle yet solemn.

"From today onwards, we are true contractual partners."