I Am Actually... a Dragon

Just then, a hand came down on her head.

The force was not heavy, but it was steady, like a mountain pressing down and forcing all her impulses back.

Zhong Shenxiu gently rubbed Xu Xiaoyan's head, her pale blue twin braids swaying between his fingers. He turned his head, his Light Gold Vertical Pupils settling on Leng Yulai. His gaze was calm, yet carried a trace of warning. He said nothing, merely shook his head slightly.

Leng Yulai understood that look. The corners of her lips lifted faintly. She did not continue provoking her, merely leaned back against the sofa with her arms crossed, her dark purple eyes filled with smug satisfaction. She knew she had won this round, at least for now.

Feeling the warmth atop her head, Xu Xiaoyan's anger gradually subsided. She raised her head and looked at Zhong Shenxiu's sharply defined profile, at the faint gentleness in his Light Gold Vertical Pupils. The grievance and unwillingness in her heart melted into sweetness.

Brother Shenxiu was protecting her.

That was enough.

She stopped struggling and obediently leaned against Zhong Shenxiu's shoulder, her little hand clutching his sleeve like a kitten that had finally found its nest. Still, she could not help turning her head and glaring challengingly at Leng Yulai.

Leng Yulai gave a disdainful snort and ignored her.

The atmosphere in the living room finally shifted from drawn swords to a delicate balance. The three women each occupied a corner, watching and checking one another with their eyes, but at least no one took the initiative to start another conflict.

Zhong Shenxiu leaned back on the sofa and let out a long breath. His gaze moved away from Leng Yulai and fell upon Gu Yue, who sat in the single armchair opposite him.

Gu Yue had