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

Luo Ye smiled, stepped forward, and reached out to help her comb her soaked silver hair.

His movements were light and gentle; his fingertips brushed through her hair, carrying tiny water droplets that fell onto the water's surface, creating ripples.

Serafina stood quietly in the warm spring water, obediently letting him gently caress her long hair and body.

She could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips and sense the careful, tender care in his movements. There was no hint of teasing or mischief, only pure, unadulterated cherishing and tenderness.

Deep in my heart, a tender emotion quietly spreads, takes root, and sprouts.

Perhaps, losing to this human, being manipulated and protected by him, isn't really a bad thing.

A moment later, Luo Ye carefully washed her wet hair and body.

He then turned around and took a clean, brand-new silver robe from the stone platform by the pool, gently draped it over her slightly cool shoulders, and carefully helped her gather the fabric to cover her skin.

"Alright." Luo Ye chuckled softly, his tone gentle.

"Our supreme Silver Dragon King has returned to his clean and beautiful appearance."

Serafina gently wrapped her silver robe tighter around herself and looked up at the boy in front of her.

His clothes were also completely soaked, clinging tightly to his body and perfectly outlining the boy's clean, smooth, and powerful muscle lines.

His jet-black hair was wet from the spring water, with a few stray strands sticking to his full forehead. Although he looked a little disheveled, he exuded a carefree, unrestrained, and rebellious youthful spirit.

"Your clothes are all wet too."

"It's alright, the wind is strong in the mountains, it'll dry in a while." Luo Ye smiled casually, turned around and walked towards the edge of the hot spring pool, preparing to get out and return.

Looking at his tall, straight back, Seraphina felt a sudden surge of reluctance welling up inside her. She instinctively spoke, softly calling out to him, "Are you really leaving now?"

Luo Ye abruptly stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and quietly looked at the Dragon King standing on the shore.

Sunlight fell on her, her wet silver hair clung to her skin, and a thin mist surrounded her.

She stood quietly in the steam, like an elf emerging from a moonlit paradise, her eyes filled with an undisguised, intense reluctance to part.

"Yes." Luo Ye nodded solemnly, his tone earnest.

"Elvia's seclusion to heal her wounds is about to end. I must return to the dragon's lair before she fully emerges from seclusion and notices anything amiss. I cannot linger here."

"She'll be angry and worried if she doesn't see me."

Seraphina remained silent for a long time, her clear silver eyes flickering gently, before finally nodding slowly: "...I understand."

She slowly walked onto the shore, water droplets dripping from the hem of her wet silver robe, leaving a trail of wet footprints of varying depths on the smooth moonstone ground.

"Then—be careful on your way."

Looking at the genuine worry and reluctance in her eyes, Luo Ye felt a complex yet warm emotion welling up in his heart.

He strode forward, gently opened his arms, and embraced the tender girl tightly, his movements gentle and tender.

"I will. Once I've dealt with everything at Dragon's Nest and stabilized the situation with Eluvia, I will definitely return to Silvermoon Peak to find you."

Serafina's body stiffened for a moment, then she slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around his back.

"……I'm waiting for you."

The two embraced quietly amidst the mist, lingering for a moment, savoring the brief peace and tenderness.

After a long while, Luo Ye gently released the girl from his arms and took two steps back to create some distance.

He raised his hand to straighten his posture, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand across his chest, leaning slightly forward, performing an extremely standard and highly ceremonial Western aristocratic knightly salute. His movements were neat, elegant, flamboyant, and dashing.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your exceptional hospitality last night, this morning, and just now." He raised his eyes, a familiar mischievous smile returning to them, his tone both dashing and playful.

See you next time.

Seeing his exaggerated and comical appearance, Serafina's sorrow at parting instantly dissipated, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly. She raised her hand and waved gently at him, her eyes tender.

"Go ahead, don't keep Elvia waiting and cause any more trouble."

Luo Ye smiled and nodded, not lingering any longer. He turned and strode down the mountain path, his posture upright and agile, until he disappeared into the distance.

In the secluded hot spring resort behind the mountain, only Serafina remained, standing quietly once again.

A gentle mountain breeze, carrying the warm, moist steam from the hot spring, softly ruffled her silver hair and robes, blurring her delicate and slender figure. The lingering ambiguous atmosphere between the two still lingered in the entire forest.

She raised her hand and slowly combed her messy silver hair, carefully concealing the hidden dragon horns. A meaningful smile, full of anticipation, appeared on her lips once again.

A long, slender, white dragon tail quietly emerged from under the hem of the silver robe, slowly swaying twice in the air. The fine downy hairs at the tip of the tail repeatedly popped open and closed, unable to conceal the restlessness and joy in its heart.

She lowered her eyes, watching the boy's receding figure below the mountain, her voice filled with anticipation as she whispered:

"Luo Ye, I'm really looking forward to our next meeting~"

The mountain breeze carried away her last few words, but the lingering scent of the hot spring still carried the ambiguous atmosphere of the moment.

Only after Luo Ye's figure completely disappeared at the edge of the forest did Serafina suppress all her gentle smile, straighten her robes and posture, regain the noble demeanor of the Silver Dragon King, and slowly and steadily turn back towards the magnificent and solemn Silver Moon Temple.

Inside the main hall of the temple, the morning light bathed the floor tiles, creating a clear and solemn atmosphere.

An elderly silver dragon with white hair and snow-white whiskers stood with his hands behind his back in the hall, waiting quietly for a long time. His aged dragon eyes were clear and bright, as if he knew all the secrets of the world.

Upon seeing Serafina's return, the elder slowly turned around, a knowing glint flashing in his aged eyes. He cleared his throat and let out a deep, resonant dragon's roar, imbued with the weight of time:

"Your Majesty has returned in exceptional spirits, far surpassing your usual condition, which shows that your state of mind and inner strength were greatly enhanced last night."

"Hmm." Serafina walked slowly toward the high throne, sat down gracefully, and spoke in a calm tone, but her steps carried a hint of lightness and warmth that she couldn't hide.

"I heard that the human dragon knight has already left the mountain?" The elder's dragon tail lightly swept across the smooth white jade floor tiles, seemingly making casual conversation, but the curiosity in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Yes, back to the Night Dragon Clan's lair." Serafina replied calmly, her expression composed and serene, revealing little emotion.

The elder nodded thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment, and then softly probed:

"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to ask a question—"

"Why him?"