You Borrow One, I Borrow One-We're All Good Sisters
Night falls.
The palace doors were pushed open.
Qin Wangchuan raised his eyes and looked at that familiar figure.
She was still wearing that Dragon Scale long dress, and her face remained aloof.
But there was a hint of... unnaturalness in his eyes and brows compared to yesterday.
"The person who will serve you tonight..."
Long Yue paused.
"It's still me."
Qin Wangchuan looked at her without saying a word.
Long Yue blushed slightly under his gaze, turned her back, and closed the door.
"I switched Ye Jianwei," she whispered.
Qin Wangchuan remained silent.
Just looking at her.
After a moment, he spoke:
"Come over."
Long Yue walked over.
I walked up to him and stood still.
Qin Wangchuan looked her up and down.
Long Yue seems a little different tonight than she did last night.
The Dragon Scale- scale dress still accentuated her exquisite curves, but her aura...
Having shed her girlish naiveté, she possesses a rather alluring charm.
It's perfectly ripe.
"This will do," he said.
Long Yue's delicate body trembled slightly.
This outfit refers to the black scale skirt.
Her Fate Warden Robes.
The Fate Warden Robes symbolizing majesty and power.
Normally they are carefully preserved, but here they have become interesting little objects.
She nodded.
Then, he bent down.
She wore a scale-patterned skirt and jade-colored high heels.
Four branches landed.
He then raised his hand and handed over two ribbons that had been prepared beforehand.
"Please, Dragon Lord..."
"Control."
As soon as she finished speaking, her head was forced to be raised high.
That night, the two of them were completely open with each other.
The ribbon broke.
The scale-like skirt was scattered all over the ground.
Change into the ceremonial robes and continue.
Another night has passed.
After getting up, Long Yue's expression returned to its calm and cold state.
She stood trembling by the couch, bowing in farewell.
Then, he turned and left.
But every night, she would come again.
Without a word, they closed the door and began fighting.
What bothered Qin Wangchuan was that the things she brought were getting stranger and stranger each time.
Every time, he says the same thing:
"Please, Dragon Lord..."
"Control."
Qin Wangchuan didn't quite understand.
What does she think of herself?
Mount?
But he didn't ask.
They thought it was a tradition of the True Dragon Clan.
I don't understand, but I respect your opinion.
But actually, this is indeed a tradition of the True Dragon Clan.
In ancient times, Dragon Clan were captured and used as mounts.
Thus, the word "mount" became the lowest of the Dragon Clan' terms.
It represents being controlled by others, becoming something in their hands, and losing all autonomy.
But that's exactly what Long Yue likes.
In that brief period of time, she was not a sinner, not Sacred Heir, not Fate Warden, and not anyone's support.
It's just one thing.
What belongs to him.
--
The last day.
The battle is over.
Long Yue got up, dressed neatly as usual, combed her long hair, and resumed her aloof expression.
After learning of Qin Wangchuan's concerns, she boldly spoke up:
That is indeed the case.
As she spoke, Long Yue raised her hand and pointed to her side with her fingertips.
"Here."
He then touched his lower back.
"And here too."
"This has happened many times already."
Qin Wangchuan tilted his head and looked at her.
That face still held that aloof and dignified air of Fate Warden, with even a hint of businesslike seriousness in its brows and eyes.
But what she said...
He couldn't understand how she could say such things with that face.
"Moreover," Long Yue continued, her tone still calm, "I like it very much."
"I like that feeling."
"You don't need to think about anything, you don't need to do anything, you just need to..."
She paused.
"Bear."
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Qin Wangchuan looked at her.
She looked at him too, without flinching or feeling shy, simply returning his gaze calmly.
It's like reporting on a task.
"Then I shall take my leave..."
Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The next moment, she was pulled back.
The phrase "please take control" has somehow lost its original meaning.
On this day, the Divine Son Hall unusually closed its doors to visitors.
All visitors were turned away at the door.
Nobody knows what happened inside.
Only Ye Jianwei melancholy.
Sister Long Yue said she wanted to extend the time again.
"How could she be so mean?"
But on the bright side, the days ahead are even longer for me.
Ten full days.
When the doors of the Divine Son Hall finally opened, Long Yue took her first step with steady steps and a calm expression.
That face still had that aloof look, and there was even more distance between them than before.
It was as if those ten days of seclusion were solely for handling some top-secret official business.
But some things cannot be hidden.
As she walked down the corridor, her skirt swayed gently, and each step seemed as if she were walking on clouds.
That face remained cold, but there was something more indescribable in the corners of its eyes and brows.
It's like spring water flowing beneath a frozen lake.
The Dragon Girl was passing by stopped and stared blankly at her departing figure.
"Fate Warden Siming... seems different."
"What's different?"
"It's just... I can't quite put my finger on it."
The other Dragon Girl bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with envy.
That kind of languidness and contentment that comes from within cannot be captured by any makeup.
In the distance, several Dragon Son stood with their hands behind their backs, their gazes somber.
"Lord of Fate Warden... has ultimately fallen to the Mortal World."
"Yes, it became someone else's possession."
They gritted their teeth, their voices filled with bitterness and resentment.
That unapproachable Fate Warden, that iceberg they had looked up to for centuries, is now...
It became someone else's.
If they knew what Long Yue looked like behind that door during those ten days—
What expressions once graced that aloof face? What glint shone in those indifferent eyes? That mouth, which rarely uttered a word, repeatedly spoke the word "control"...
He would probably have his Dao heart collapse on the spot.
Who would have thought?
The aloof and cold Long Yue, the Fate Warden whom the entire True Dragon Clan looked up to, actually...
That's one side of it.
Life went on as usual.
Long Yue continued to handle official business daily, her expression cold and her words concise, as if those ten days were just an illusion.
Only occasionally would she unconsciously raise her hand, her fingertips gently stroking her side.
Then, a very faint smile curved the corners of his mouth.
It was initially for five days, then another five days were borrowed.
Ten days later, Long Yue thought it was enough, but after thinking it over, she still felt it wasn't enough.
I'd like to borrow again.
"Sister Long Yue, didn't you say it was a rotation system? How come you've taken ten days all by yourself?"
"The situation is special."
"Oh! I get it!"
Ye Jianwei understood; that feeling was indeed addictive.
But since it concerned the Young Master, she did not continue to compromise.
After discussing it, the two decided that Long Yue would exchange two days for five days.
That is, Long Yue borrowed it for two days, for a total of twelve days.
The next fifteen days were entirely devoted to Ye Jianwei.
--
Day 12, the last day.
Long Yue had been living in the Divine Son Hall for a long time.
This will save a lot of effort.
For example, you no longer need to wear an outer layer of clothing.
Dressed in sacrificial robes, he pushed open the door and entered, then closed it.
That was on this day.
An invitation was delivered to Qin Wangchuan.
It was sent by the Yun Clan, saying they wanted to meet up in the future.
Qin Wangchuan looked at the invitation and thought for a moment.
Since we're going back to the Wandao Academy anyway, it won't hurt to stop by on the way.
So they agreed.
No rush.
Ye Jianwei arrived that night.