The Golden Dragon King: The Dragon Queen is living with me and the Silver Dragon King behind my back!

Lin An watched her bury her face in his clothes and take a deep breath.

His gaze gradually turned cold.

His expression became subtle.

His brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

His gaze shifted from sympathy to scrutiny, then from scrutiny to undisguised disgust, as though he were looking at trash.

He really wanted to say: Your brother never left. You're fucking your brother. Stop pretending.

Did she really think he wouldn't recognize her?

They had only been apart for a few days, yet his good bro had turned into this sissy-looking mess and was even trying to dress as a girl to hit on him.

What could he do? He was desperate too.

Tang Wuling seemed to sense that icy stare.

She abruptly lifted her face from his clothes.

She saw Lin An coldly scrutinizing her with the same gaze one would use for garbage.

Her face instantly flushed crimson, the heat spreading from her neck all the way to her ears.

Even the little cowlick on top of her head trembled.

"Cough, cough—"

She coughed hard a few times, pretending she had been choked by rainwater.

She took the T-shirt away from her face, neatly folded it, and held it against her chest.

Her movements were poised and obedient, as if the person who had just buried her face in it and inhaled deeply had not been her at all.

But she did not leave.

She stood there, clutching the clothes with her head lowered.

Every so often, she would lift those watery eyes to secretly glance at Lin An, only to quickly lower her lashes again.

Her lips moved, as though she wanted to say something, yet she could never get the words out.

She wanted to shamelessly stay and take a