When the Silver Dragon King Learned to Act: Nan Feng's Daily "Compromises"

Inside the spacious, brightly lit villa living room, the lighting was soft.

Nan Feng lay somewhat wearily on the broad, soft sofa, resting with his eyes closed.

Gu Yuena, meanwhile, lay quietly on his chest like a docile little cat, listening to his steady heartbeat.

The scene was exceptionally peaceful and harmonious.

Snow Empress and Bi Ji entered on light feet. They exchanged a glance and said nothing, merely leading Ice Empress and Zi Ji to sit on the sofa opposite Nan Feng and quietly keep him company.

Time slipped by in silence. Before they knew it, the sky outside had completely darkened, and Purple Pearl Island had welcomed its bustling night.

Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and sat up from the sofa.

He lowered his head and looked at Gu Yuena in his arms. Her childishness had gradually faded, and she had grown ever more graceful, like an incomparably beautiful young girl.

Her silver hair cascaded over his chest like a waterfall, while his reflection rested within her violet eyes.

Nan Feng sighed and gently smoothed her long hair, speaking seriously, "From now on, you can't keep asking me to hold you whenever you feel like it. You've grown up. You're no longer that child who knew nothing when she first came to the human world."

Upon hearing that, Gu Yuena not only failed to leave his arms, but instead raised her head, her gaze carrying a trace of confusion and stubbornness. "Why?"

Nan Feng rubbed his brow helplessly. "Why? Because men and women should keep their distance."

"If you were still a five- or six-year-old child, then it would naturally be fine for me to hold and comfort you like this. That would be an elder's affection. But you already look like