Lin An Rubs Di Tian's Belly; Di Tian: Dragon Queen, Don't Do This! Gu Yue: Do You Want to Be a Cuckolded Dragon?

Xie Xie was the first to revive. "Great! It's been ages since we had a special meal! With the typhoon these past few days, I need to seriously replenish my nutrition!"

After saying that, he scampered over eagerly.

Lin An looked at his stomach and hesitated.

No, weren't his intestines nearly sliced apart before? Could he really eat?

Tang Wuling's face had still been somewhat pale.

The moment she heard the words "having a meal," the two tufts of hair on top of her head shot upright.

Her eyes lit up like searchlights.

Leng Yaozhu, meanwhile, was somewhat unwilling to accept this.

She had originally wanted to invite Lin An out alone.

But with so many people present, she had no excuse to forcibly drag him away.

She could only nod reservedly.

Di Tian stood to one side, patting his belly hesitantly.

He was over three meters tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with his stomach protruding in a full circle.

Paired with his imposing dragon face, the gesture created an indescribably bizarre contrast.

Only then did Lin An notice him. "Di Tian, you should come too."

Gu Yue instantly bristled. "Awooo, awooo, awooo—!"

Lin An: "?" Why was she bristling again?

Gu Yue's entire dragon body was numb by then.

Because she had noticed the communicator in Di Tian's hand.

The lens seemed to have been pointed at her the entire time.

He wasn't recording, was he?

Damn it! Was the dignity of her Silver Dragon King about to be utterly destroyed?

She curled herself around Lin An's neck, leaving only the tip of her little tail exposed.

Who knew whether she was taking the chance to cop a feel or was truly dying of embarrassment.

Lin An walked over to Di Tian.

Unable to resist, he rubbed Di Tian's round