When it was Zi Ji's turn, the little demon dragon had clearly been traumatized by the earlier "tickle torture" and "humiliation of having her butt spanked."
She stood frozen in place, her body stiff, and yet when Nan Feng held her, her purple eyes were still filled with gritted-teeth humiliation.
But when it came to Bi Ji, the whole mood suddenly changed.
The moment Nan Feng hugged her, Bi Ji not only did not dodge, but naturally hugged him back and even reached out to pat his back.
The powerful maternal aura Bi Ji radiated in that instant made Nan Feng feel as though he were the child being held and comforted.
At last, Nan Feng's gaze fell on Gu Yuena.
Looking at the Silver Dragon King before him, whose eyes were pure and innocent, he crouched down, suddenly lowered his head, and planted a loud kiss on her smooth forehead before reaching out to pick her up.
Gu Yuena was a little dazed after being kissed. Her tiny hands clutched at Nan Feng's clothes as she stared blankly at him.
It was precisely that utterly guileless gaze, full of confusion and innocence, that made the previously arrogant and domineering Nan Feng feel guilty.
He feared neither heaven nor earth. He even dared to point at a God King's nose and curse them out. But what he feared most was someone using such a pure gaze to interrogate what little conscience he had left!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
As if electrocuted, Nan Feng put Gu Yuena down, raised both hands in surrender, and guiltily retreated two steps.
"Don't look at me like that! I was wrong, all right?! I won't kiss you again, okay?"
Seeing Nan Feng in this rare state of guilt, Gu Yuena maintained an innocent expression on the