Lin An's Suspicion: "Gu Yue, are you a male dragon or a female dragon?"

Lin An's body stiffened slightly beneath the covers.

Gender wasn't absolute?

What did that mean?

"Does that mean only the strong are qualified to be men?"

Lin An's voice drifted out from under the quilt, sounding dry and brittle.

"More or less."

Gu Yue nodded earnestly.

"After all, pregnancy means splitting off a large portion of one's origin, which leads to a significant weakening for a period of time. Some might even suffer a decline in strength, so most powerful dragons are unwilling to carry offspring themselves."

She spoke with perfect logic, completely failing to notice that Lin An had stiffened into a wooden board beneath the blankets.

"But if it's with you..."

Gu Yue's voice suddenly softened.

A gentle glow shimmered in her purple eyes, and her tone carried the weight of a solemn promise.

"I am willing."

The air remained silent for a full three seconds.

"Then how do male dragons and male dragons reproduce?"

Lin An's voice emerged from the quilt, laced with a hint of strain.

Gu Yue blinked, her expression one of complete matter-of-factness.

"Why wouldn't male dragons be able to give birth?"

She countered with a question.

After all, she herself had been split off from the Dragon God.

How could the Dragon God's great power be constrained by something as trivial as gender?

There was absolute silence from inside the quilt.

Lin An's vision went black.

He had confirmed one thing.

Good grief.

This bastard definitely wanted to drag him back just to make him birth little dragon whelps for her.

That had been her goal from the very beginning.

All that talk about "lovers from a past life" and "reuniting across life and death" was just an excuse.

In essence, she was no different from those men who wanted to add him as a friend and lure him home.

It was just that this silly dragon was more sophisticated and better at putting on an act.

He had almost been fooled by her.

He felt like a fool for thinking she was pitiful in his dream earlier, and even for considering that maybe, just maybe, he could give it a try.

Give it a try, my foot.

Try it and you'll die.

Gu Yue looked at the trembling youth inside the quilt.

She finally realized, a beat too late, that she might have said something wrong.

She hurriedly leaned forward, cautiously reaching out a hand, wanting to embrace the lump of bedding.

"Wife..."

The moment her arm touched the edge of the quilt, Lin An recoiled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He rolled to the far side of the bed, wrapped tightly in his blankets, and nearly slammed into the wall.

"Don't touch me!"

Lin An's voice came from deep within the quilt, muffled and frantic.

Gu Yue's hand froze in mid-air.

She looked at her empty palm and pressed her lips together.

A mist of grievance welled up in her purple eyes.

She had already said she was willing to be on the bottom, so why was this little brat still acting like this?

Still, she sniffled, inched forward cautiously, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Alright, don't be afraid."

Her voice was very gentle.

"If it's my wife, I'm willing to be on the bottom. I'll give birth to lots and lots of little dragon whelps for you..."

As she spoke, her face involuntarily pressed against the bundle of blankets, rubbing gently against the fabric.

So fragrant.

The scent of the Dragon Queen.

"So, what is your primary gender identity? Are you a male dragon or a female dragon?"

Lin An suddenly asked.

A corner of the quilt was lifted, revealing half of his face.

His eyes were red, whether from anger or fear, but the wariness in his gaze was undisguised.

Gu Yue froze.

This question struck at the heart of the matter.

Her first form upon transformation was indeed female.

But the memories of the Dragon God, the will of the Dragon God, the instincts of the Dragon God.

Those fragments remaining deep within her soul had only one thought when facing Lin An.

Push him down.

Possess him.

Make him belong entirely to her.

Essentially, she still wanted to be on top.

Gu Yue hesitated.

She did not know how to answer.

"You hesitated."

Lin An's voice turned cold.

He watched the hesitation on Gu Yue's face, watched the conflict flashing in those purple eyes, and understood everything.

As expected.

In the eyes of this silly dragon, he was just a little female dragon.

A little female dragon who needed to be protected by her, possessed by her, and finally, obediently bear her dragon hatchlings.

Lin An thought of his own face in the mirror.

The world-toppling beauty bestowed by the Succubus Physique.

His skin was so white it was almost transparent, his features so exquisite they didn't seem real.

That frail, pale aesthetic paired with this face—let alone others, even he felt his heart race after looking at it for too long.

If this weren't his own face.

Lin An was certain that even if he had to spend his entire fortune, he would definitely pursue it.

It was fucking gorgeous.

As for Gu Yue, this grand heroine, compared to this face of his, she was nothing.

Sure enough, he was the most fragrant one of all.

But the problem was... he had become this person.

That wasn't fragrant at all.

Every single dragon wanted to drill him.

Ev!ery! sin!gle! one!

They all wanted to pin him down and bully him, wanted him to bear dragon hatchlings, wanted to hide him away so he would belong only to them.

Even if the other party was a female dragon, deep down, they still thought about how to be on top.

This feeling was absolutely terrifying.

Lin An shoved Gu Yue's encroaching face away and sat up in bed, the quilt sliding down to his waist.

His eyes were still red, but the expression on his face had turned cold.

"I am not the person you knew."

"And I never could be."

Gu Yue was stunned.

"In your eyes, I am just a substitute for the Dragon Queen."

Lin An looked at her, his eyes devoid of anger or resentment, holding only a calm that bordered on exhaustion.

"You want to treat me well because you think I am the Dragon Queen. You want to protect me because you have mistaken me for your lover from a past life."

He paused, his voice soft, yet every word was clear.

"But my name is not Dragon Queen. My name is Lin An."

"I am not a replacement for anyone."

The air grew as still as if it had solidified.

Gu Yue stood where she was, her fingers slowly clenching into a fist.

She wanted to say that it wasn't like that.

Yet, when the words reached her lips, she found she could not speak them.

Because what Lin An said was, to a certain extent, true.

She had indeed approached him initially because of that trace of the Dragon Queen's aura on him—a scent so familiar it made her soul tremble.

But at this moment, looking into Lin An's clear yet distant eyes, she suddenly realized something.

Regardless of whether he was the reincarnation of the Dragon Queen or not, the person standing before her had his own name, his own memories, and his own life.

He was not anyone's shadow.

Her throat moved with difficulty, but in the end, she said nothing at all.

She only swore silently in her heart.

Sooner or later, she would conquer the Dragon Queen.

Sooner or later, he would stay by her side of his own free will.

And when that time came...

She would have him bear many, many little dragon cubs.

As for herself, she would shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the Soul Beast clan.

The next morning, at the East Sea Academy's Academic Affairs Office.

Long Hengxu sat behind his large desk, looking at the three people before him with an expressionless face.

Wei Xiaofeng had a bandage wrapped around his head, stretching from his temple all the way to the back of his skull.

He had received a few stitches under the bandage, making his entire face look as pale as paper, his lips cracked and peeling.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi stood on his left and right, their heads bowed, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The only sound in the office was the ticking of the wall clock, each beat striking against their hearts.