Gu Yue's Secret Chamber Douluo Fantasy: Lock Lin An Up and Have Little Dragon Cubs

"The sofa is too small," Shadow Brake said, "and it's comfortable staying by your side."

She said this with complete justification.

Lin An stared at her for several seconds.

He tried to find any trace of pretense in those blood-colored eyes.

There was none.

There was nothing at all.

Only a void of pure, unadulterated red.

He sighed.

Forget it, why am I bickering with a robot whose memory has been wiped?

The two lay on the bed, separated by a small distance.

Even so, he could clearly feel the temperature radiating from her body.

That temperature was on the cool side—not as warm as a normal human's, yet not icy cold either.

It was an indescribable sensation, somewhere between the two.

Shadow Brake fell asleep quickly.

Or rather, she entered a state similar to hibernation.

Her breathing became steady and slow, her blood-colored pupils hidden behind thin eyelids.

That face, usually as cold as frost, softened slightly in her sleep.

Lin An turned his head to look at her profile.

Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtains, falling upon her near-perfect features and plating them in a hazy silver glow.

Rakshasa God Bibi Dong.

The most powerful woman of that bygone era.

If one day you recover your memories and discover that we mortals once tried to control you, manipulate your fate, and use you as a mecha core program...

How will you view me?

He did not continue that line of thought.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

Just as a hint of drowsiness began to brew, his communicator suddenly lit up.

The light from the screen was exceptionally glaring in the darkness.

Lin An frowned and glanced at the screen.

Gu Yue.

His finger hovered over the power button.

After a moment of hesitation, he opened the message.

"Hubby, are you asleep?"

He sighed and typed a reply.

"Just about to."

The other side was silent for a few seconds.

Then, messages flooded in.

"Is that sister's body very soft?"

"Is her figure much better than mine?"

"Does she smell good?"

Lin An stared at the screen, speechless for a moment.

Before he could reply, another message popped up.

It was an image.

He tapped it open—

In the picture was a silvery-white dragon scale, its edges stained with spots of blood, with a few strands of shredded flesh still clinging to it.

In the background, one could vaguely see more bloodied scales covering a small area.

"Wuwu... I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you. I'm sorry, hubby. This is my dragon scale. Tomorrow, once I pull out a few hundred more, I'll send them over to you. You can use them to forge mechas or Soul Devices or whatever."

"I'm not very capable, and I don't have any money. It's normal for you to leave me."

"I don't blame you."

"I'm just... a little sad."

Lin An stared at the photo of the blood-stained scale, his finger frozen on the screen.

How pathetic.

She sent a gift and apologized, yet the key was that he didn't even know what she had done wrong.

From start to finish, he was the one speaking harsh words, the one rejecting her in public, the one pushing her away.

Yet, she was the one apologizing.

Lin An suddenly felt like he was truly a piece of trash.

Even though there was no substantive relationship between him and Gu Yue.

Regardless, she had saved his life.

He remained silent for a long time before he began to type.

"No need. It's not that serious. Actually, what I said was a bit excessive too. Get some sleep early. Don't overthink it."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"Shadow Brake and I really have nothing going on. She is just a new type of spirit soul developed by our company."

The reply from the other side was almost instantaneous.

"Mm."

Just one character.

Followed by an obedient-looking sticker.

A small white kitten was crouching in a corner with the words "I know" written above it.

Gu Yue's profile picture went dark.

Lin An looked at the darkened icon, then glanced at Shadow Brake, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The image of Gu Yue slumped on the ground that afternoon, tears streaming down her face, her heart-wrenching sobs, surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.

"I'm absolutely damned."

He cursed under his breath.

It wasn't her fault that she liked him.

Who told him to have that damned [Wife of the Dragon God] trait?

That thing clearly stated, "Possesses a fatal attraction to every dragon."

It wasn't that Gu Yue wanted to like him; it was the trait taking effect.

Wait.

Lin An suddenly sat up.

Why did Gu Yue's profile picture go dark so quickly?

This didn't seem like her.

Given her personality, now that she had finally gotten him to loosen up, shouldn't she be pestering him to chat a bit more?

How could she just send an "Mm" and log off?

A bad thought emerged.

She wouldn't do anything rash, would she?

He quickly scrolled through the chat history again.

Gu Yue's tone had been surprisingly calm—too calm to be her.

There was only one explanation: she was truly heartbroken.

Lin An put down his communicator and stared up at the ceiling, remaining motionless for a long time.

Regardless of anything else, that silly dragon had saved him.

The words he had said to her were indeed too harsh.

Even if he couldn't accept her feelings, he shouldn't have hurt her in that way.

Spirit Pagoda.

The night was already deep.

Gu Yue sat cross-legged on the bed, her long, silvery-white hair cascading over her shoulders.

The nightlight by the bedside was the only source of illumination.

She kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly as her consciousness sank into the sensory link of the Reverse Scale.

Lin An's heartbeat had quickened.

She could feel it.

The young man was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his heart beating a fraction faster than usual.

That sense of guilt and unease, transmitted from the depths of his soul, seeped through the connection of the scale, bit by bit.

It was like spring snowmelt, cool and refreshing, yet it made her heart burn.

The corners of her mouth slowly curled upward.

Hmph, serves you right.

Told you to mistreat me.

But soon, her smile faded slightly.

Through the senses transmitted back by the Reverse Scale, there truly hadn't been any boundary-crossing behavior between Lin An and Shadow Brake.

Gu Yue's shoulders, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness nothing happened.

If something had actually occurred...

She probably wouldn't have been able to control herself.

Perhaps she would have rushed in on the spot and torn that woman to shreds.

Perhaps she would have taken Lin An directly back to the Star Dou Forest and locked him away.

Didn't humans have a tradition like that?

Locking the person you love but cannot have in a secret room, and once the child is born, the other person will obediently settle down and live with you.

Gu Yue's face suddenly flushed red.

She covered her cheeks with her hands, the scorching heat radiating through her fingers.

No, no, that kind of thinking is too dangerous.

Only incompetent dragons resort to force.

She was the Silver Dragon King, the Co-Lord of Soul Beasts; how could she do such a thing?

But—

An uncontrollable image surfaced in her mind:

Lin An was locked by her in a secret room that only she could enter.

Silver chains were wrapped around his slender wrists.

His eyes were rimmed with red as he glared at her, casting a cold, icy look as if she were trash.

Gu Yue's breathing quickened.

Being stared at by one's husband with that kind of look...

It seemed...

What should she do if she felt even more excited?

She shook her head violently, trying to cast all those dangerous images out of her mind.

"I am a proponent of pure love."

She muttered softly, as if trying to convince herself.