Tang Wuling: What kind of little sister does that? Na'er: As if I wanted you for a big brother

A few minutes later, Lin An stepped outside.

The Little Milk Dragon was still sprawled on his head, her little head resting against his hair. Her eyes had narrowed again, clearly ready to catch up on more sleep.

But the moment the dormitory door opened, Lin An paused.

Three people were already standing outside.

Tang Wuling, Na'er, and Xie Xie.

Tang Wuling's eyes lit up the instant she saw Lin An. A second later, she hurried over eagerly, looking utterly aggrieved.

But when Lin An saw her appearance today, he froze first.

Good grief.

Today's look... was quite something.

The left side of her face was visibly swollen, there was a bruise near her eye, and a few shallow scratches even marked her cheek.

The injuries weren't serious, but on Tang Wuling's almost unfairly beautiful face, they stood out all the more.

No matter how he looked at her, she seemed to have been pinned to the ground and thoroughly beaten last night.

Lin An's gaze grew increasingly odd.

His eyes shifted to the side.

As for Na'er...

She looked positively refreshed.

All the frustration she had bottled up throughout her first day in East Sea yesterday seemed to have been vented overnight.

Silver hair draped over her shoulders.

Not a trace of fatigue showed on her face.

There was even a faint smile on her lips.

Most importantly...

She was holding a red fruit.

She cradled it like a priceless treasure.

Both hands guarded it in front of her.

Apparently, she hadn't been able to bear taking a single bite since yesterday.

The fruit constantly gave off an exceedingly peculiar aura of origin.

Ordinary people might merely have found it fragrant.

But for anyone with dragon blood or a dragon-type martial soul, its appeal was far stronger.

Beside her,