Unlike Tang Wuling, who was familiar and at ease with him, Gu Yuena was much stiffer.
The instant Qi Ji pulled her into his arms, her shoulders tensed slightly, and her back went rigid.
After all, until then, she had always considered herself his elder, or something like his mother.
Gu Yuena had always thought of herself as part of the Dragon God.
But in essence, the Silver Dragon King was merely the authority of creation left after the Dragon God's death, which had developed its own consciousness and become the Silver Dragon King, just as the Golden Dragon King had been born from the authority of destruction.
She was not the Dragon God. She was merely a portion of the power the Dragon God had left behind.
Before this, Gu Yuena had rarely had such intimate physical contact with Qi Ji.
Five years ago, she could still justify those hugs and caresses through her role as his "mother." But now Qi Ji had grown up, and so had she. That excuse no longer held water.
She could even feel the warmth of Qi Ji's arm seeping through the fabric into her skin, making her heart inexplicably skip into a faster rhythm.
"Um... Qi Ji, could you let go...?"
A blush stained Gu Yuena's exquisite face, spreading from her ears all the way down her neck.
Her voice was almost inaudible, its final notes trembling with a panic that even she found unfamiliar.
She instinctively turned her head aside, afraid to meet Qi Ji's eyes. Her silver lashes quivered like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Gu Yuena fidgeted awkwardly, as though she felt uncomfortable all over. Her long silver hair fell over most of her face, but it could not hide her two bright-red ears.
She had no idea