Long Yue, Business Is Business, Personal Matters Are Personal

Long Yue didn't give him time to think and stepped forward directly.

"Lord Dragon, let me help you change your clothes."

Her voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Seeing her trembling appearance, Qin Wangchuan did not refuse.

Last time at the True Dragon's camp, I heard too much about serving and rituals.

It's better if it ends sooner.

"Ye Jianwei will be added to the list of those who will serve the emperor in bed, and we'll add more people to the list as well."

Long Yue did not answer.

It's impossible not to add more people.

But if the Dragon Lord objects, she can arrange for more acquaintances to join her.

For example, Ye Jianwei and himself.

The outer robe was removed.

Qin Wangchuan turned around, and in just a moment, Long Yue's clothes had changed.

It was that long, flowing red gauze dress, as thin as a cicada's wing.

The dress is openwork in all directions, from the waist to the thighs, revealing glimpses of smooth skin through the sheer fabric.

A thin, crimson veil was tied to the dragon's horns, which were as clear and bright as ice glass. The veil hung down, completely obscuring her face.

Qin Wangchuan cast a questioning glance at him.

"These are the clothes that the dragon servants must wear during the ceremony." Long Yue's face was hidden behind a veil, and her eyes could not be seen.

"Alright."

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Long Yue bend down and loosen his sash.

The ceremonial robes swayed gently with her movements, and through the openwork sections, her curves were fully visible.

After preparations were complete, Long Yue bent down and presented the dragon horn to Qin Wangchuan.

"Please, Dragon Lord, open my horns."

Her voice was extremely soft, barely louder than her breathing.

Qin Wangchuan looked at the pair of dragon horns before him, which were as clear and bright as ice glass, and then at the wisp of crimson gauze hanging down on the horns.

Open angle?

What word is it?

He remembered what he had heard last time at the True Dragon's camp: touching the corner.

Now we have another angle-opening one.

Qin Wangchuan expressed his incomprehension of these True Dragon Clan terms, but also showed respect.

He raised his hand, his fingers touching the dragon's horns.

It felt cool to the touch, yet carried a hint of warmth—that was the temperature of Long Yue's body.

Take down the light gauze hanging in the corner.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Long Yue spoke again:

"Please, Dragon Lord, grant me a kiss."

Qin Wangchuan paused for a moment.

He didn't speak.

He leaned down, his lips gently touching the dragon's horns.

At that moment, Long Yue's body trembled slightly.

As if struck by something, his shoulders tensed up, then slowly relaxed.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

Those eyes were already watery.

It was like a pool of spring water, ready to overflow at any moment.

As they looked at each other, their lips drew closer.

--

I don't know how much time passed.

Fate Warden Siming knelt down.

Her long hair fell over her back, obscuring a patch of spring sunshine.

He was behind.

"Ah!"

Long Yue bit her lip, forcing herself to hold back.

But the body honestly responded.

Every inch of my skin was trembling.

Every pore is open.

That feeling... I've never experienced anything like it before.

'That might be addictive...'

She was panting, the thought vaguely flashing through her mind.

At the same time, something felt strange on the top of my head.

Dragon horns... are they growing?

Secondary development!

From Qin Wangchuan's perspective, it's much clearer.

The pair of dragon horns, which were originally as clear and bright as ice glass, were now visibly emerging.

The new dragon horns broke out from the original ones, extending, branching, and taking shape little by little.

Like breaking through ice.

But it feels more like a rebirth.

A new life was born for him.

As Qin Wangchuan watched this scene, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

'Since dragon horns are a special part of the Dragon Clan...'

'What would happen if you grabbed it at a time like this?'

He hadn't tried it on Dragon Scale.

Now, the opportunity is just right.

One hand on his waist.

He reached forward with his other hand.

He grabbed the pair of dragon horns that were still growing.

Then, pull it back!

"Oh my gosh!"

Long Yue's voice changed instantly.

"Dragon Lord! There!" Her voice trembled with tears, "Dragon Lord!"

Qin Wangchuan did not listen.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray--"

Long Yue's voice was already out of tune.

I don't know how much time passed.

Many troubles have arisen.

After changing it up and down, I always felt like something was missing.

In the end, we returned to where we started.

Clinging to it.

It's not because it saves effort.

It is because--

Qin Wangchuan, holding the Dragon Pepper, pulled it back.

"Snore..."

She uttered a short syllable and then could not speak again.

With nowhere to turn and nowhere to escape, they could only helplessly watch the price rise.

And that person truly controlled everything.

She likes it this way.

I liked him so much that I became oblivious to my surroundings, so much so that I almost forgot who I was.

In a daze, Long Yue only remembered one thing--

'No...'

'I'm addicted...'

--

After a whole night had passed.

The hall finally fell silent.

It's not because I don't have the energy, but because it's time.

If this continues, someone will come to visit.

Long Yue lay there limp, unable to even move a finger.

The pair of dragon horns stood quietly in her hair, longer and more delicate than before.

Qin Wangchuan lay beside her, looking at the opposite corner.

Long Yue turned her head and looked at him with her eyes, which were still glistening with tears.

I looked at it for a long time.

Then, she reached out her hand.

My fingertips gently touched his face.

"Dragon Lord."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"What's wrong?"

Long Yue remained silent.

Just looking at him.

I watched it for a very long time.

Then, she closed her eyes and nestled into his arms.

"Thank goodness, it's you."

The next moment, the warmth in my arms suddenly vanished.

Qin Wangchuan looked up and saw that Long Yue had already sat up, her expression calm, and the moisture in her eyes had completely disappeared.

She raised her hand to gather her loose hair, her fingertips brushing against the strands.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes when he saw the tangled mess of hair.

But it quickly recovered.

'There's nothing to be ashamed of.'

Serving is my duty.

Long Yue reminded herself of this, calmly brushing her face across the white marks.

After her hair regained its smoothness, she put the scale-patterned dress back on.

Tie the ribbons, smooth out, and adjust the hem of the skirt.

Every movement exudes a strange elegance—it's clearly about putting on clothes, yet it makes one appear more striking than when not dressed.

Only after she had done all this did she begin to walk around the room.

He bent down and wiped away the stains on the floor little by little.

He picked up the sacrificial robe, which was torn to shreds like a rag, and put it into his Storage Ring.

She maintained a calm expression throughout the process.

It's like tidying up a room that has nothing to do with you.

It's as if she's using this calmness to gradually hide away the soft, yielding version of herself she was just moments ago.

"Well then, I have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving now."

Qin Wangchuan leaned back on the couch, watching her businesslike demeanor, and thought to himself:

You're quite different!

If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would never have imagined that Long Yue would scream so loudly.