This silly dragon was the classic type who talked tough.
Ask her if she was all right, and she would probably thump her chest and tell you, "That was nothing. I'm perfectly fine."
Then, that night, she would secretly curl up in her nest as a tiny baby dragon.
At that thought, Lin An lost some of his urge to tease her.
After all, he really was a little worried about Gu Yue.
He had already brought Di Tian over to his side.
Di Tian spent most of his time in Ming Capital and was also responsible for protecting Lin An's mother.
Gu Yue was staying in the East Sea now. If something really happened, there were very few people nearby she could rely on without the slightest reservation.
Just as he had said, he was the only one she could count on now.
With that in mind, Lin An reached out and rubbed her head.
Gu Yue immediately narrowed her eyes. Sensing his attitude soften, she grew bolder and pushed her head into his palm.
"Meow..."
Lin An's hand paused. He looked down at her.
"You're a dragon."
Gu Yue kept nuzzling him.
"Meow."
"..."
Forget it. He couldn't be bothered to correct her anymore.
Apart from looking like a dragon, she was practically a large silver house cat now.
Gu Yue noticed that Lin An hadn't pulled his hand away.
She took the opportunity to lie across his lap, roll over, and show him her belly, her little hands tucked against her chest.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the fruit, while the tip of her tail tapped against his leg.
Her meaning could not have been clearer—
I let you pet me, showed you my belly, and even meowed for you. Can I have the fruit now?
Lin