Gu Yue still hadn't noticed her at all.
Perhaps the fruit was simply too irresistible, or perhaps she had relaxed so completely in Lin An's arms that she had dropped all her guard.
She even adjusted her position again, resting her head against Lin An's chest, curling up her hind feet, and exposing half her belly, her tail draped limply over his wrist.
She licked the fruit.
"Smack."
Took a little bite.
"Smack."
Then licked it twice more.
Na'er fell silent for several long seconds.
For the first time, she seriously wondered—what on earth had happened during the years she had been away?
How had the Silver Dragon King's main personality been raised into this?
Seriously, where did your old determination to sacrifice everything for the Soul Beast Clan go?
How could half a fruit make you this happy now?
Where's your dignity?
The longer Na'er watched, the more ridiculous it seemed. She couldn't help taking two steps closer.
But just as she approached, she suddenly stopped.
Her nose twitched slightly.
Her gaze changed as well.
It smells so good.
This wasn't an ordinary fruity fragrance, nor did it merely smell delicious.
It was a temptation that seemed to act directly on the very depths of her bloodline.
The power within Na'er already shared the same source as Gu Yue's.
Something cultivated specifically for the Dragon God's Origin worked on Gu Yue, so naturally, it held an attraction Na'er couldn't easily ignore either.
At a distance, the sensation hadn't been particularly strong.
Now that she was closer, the instant that fragrance entered her nose, the bloodline within Na'er stirred with an almost instinctive craving.
I want to eat it.
I really want to eat it.
Na'er finally understood why Gu Yue was clutching this thing and refusing to let go.