The warm, soft orange glow of the light bathed every corner of the living room—and the girl within it.

Luo Qingchuan spaced out for a moment.

The hem of Chen Yanyu’s shirt fluttered up slightly, revealing a patch of dazzling white, edged with delicate, cute lace. It was like a dainty curtain covering a secret place.

Luo Qingchuan’s right hand was right next to her waist. If he curled his index finger just a little, he could slowly—inch by inch—hook that little curtain down from her legs.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her body soft like jade. Her silver hair, glistening, lay scattered messily. Her cheeks flushed, lashes trembling, she gently closed her eyes in front of Luo Qingchuan. Her lips were naturally red without tint, her brows vivid without makeup. Her slender waist twisted gently in his arms like a breeze sweeping across a lakeside, and her long legs curled shyly into a beautiful arc.

Chen Yanyu looked heartbreakingly beautiful—so much so that even Luo Qingchuan’s famously strong self-control crumbled in an instant.

She was a yaoxian , a dragon, a bolt of blazing white lightning dancing through dark clouds and storms—in other words, to a mere mortal, Chen Yanyu was something divine.

But at this moment, that divine being was being defiled.

The boy’s fingers moved on their own, without her permission, slowly tracing along the curves of her delicate, trembling body.

Chen Yanyu bit her lower lip hard. She didn’t want to make a sound—didn’t dare. She was afraid of breaking this unspeakable stillness.

The collar of her shirt loosened. Luo Qingchuan could faintly glimpse a delicate whiteness below her collarbone.

He had reached his destination.

“Mm…” Her body trembled violently, and a suppressed whimper escaped her lips. Her face turned bright red with shame.

So gentle… Chen Yanyu’s dazed holy-golden eyes fluttered open, unfocused, as if chaotic lines were swirling inside them.

She wanted to look at Luo Qingchuan’s face but didn’t dare. A single tear clung to the corner of her eye, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf at dawn—clear and fragile.

Click.

Luo Qingchuan, his left hand still around her waist, moved his right and undid a button on her shirt.

He gently parted the collar, revealing snow hidden behind the clouds.

Underneath…

She wasn’t wearing anything.

Suddenly, Luo Qingchuan’s hand was grabbed by her trembling fingers.

Chen Yanyu had never been with anyone. She hadn’t even seen restricted content or learned about it. But she could feel it—Luo Qingchuan was doing something bad to her.

Touching her chest… She understood that much.

“Hold me,” Chen Yanyu murmured, her soft lips barely forming the words, like an oriole pleading weakly. “Take me to the bed, and I’ll give it to you.”

Her thoughts drifted to the “overnight” scenes in TV dramas.

Hugging…

Bedsheets…

Tumbling…

And then?

She’d leave the rest to Luo Qingchuan… she thought.

Her body instinctively sensed something. Her legs felt warm, especially at the tops of her thighs.

Luo Qingchuan hesitated, then slid an arm behind her knees and another around her back. He carried Chen Yanyu to the big bed in the bedroom.

Her long, elegant legs were pressed tightly together, as if she didn’t want him to see the hazy mist spreading in that patch of white.

Luo Qingchuan quickly grabbed the thin blanket and covered her up.

His breathing was light—very light.

Because if he didn’t control it, it would become a beast’s harsh panting.

So light… like a breeze across a lake in summer.

“Go to sleep,” Luo Qingchuan said. “I won’t stay with you.”

Suddenly, he felt guilty.

Like he’d almost become a devil who kills gods.

No… it was because the divine being was too good, too kind. Even a devil couldn’t bear to hurt her.

Luo Qingchuan thought… if it weren’t Chen Yanyu, if it weren’t her, or even if it weren’t her first day in the human world… he definitely wouldn’t have held back.

Or maybe it was because this devil had once been struck down by a sword-wielding fairy.

“…” Chen Yanyu came to her senses. She yanked the blanket over her blushing, muttering, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just too tired to move and asked you to carry me to bed.”

“Mm.”

Luo Qingchuan chuckled. “I know. But… you said you’d give me something. What was it?”

Chen Yanyu’s body under the blanket flinched.

She muttered again, “Come here and I’ll tell you.”

Luo Qingchuan leaned in.

Suddenly, a tiny pink-and-white fist shot out from the blanket.

“I’ll give you a punch!”

Bonk—it landed on his forehead.

It didn’t hurt much.

Luo Qingchuan grabbed her trembling, slender wrist and tucked her hand gently back under the covers.

He crouched by the bed and softly whispered to the girl hiding under the blanket, “Next time, with someone like me… be harsher. Don’t soften up so easily.”

“Next time I won’t give you the chance! Hmph! Now go, this guniang wants to sleep!”

Luo Qingchuan smiled.

He turned and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door and switching off the light.

In the peaceful darkness, Chen Yanyu peeked her head out from under the covers, eyes misty, gazing at the door.

Once the sound of Luo Qingchuan’s footsteps faded away, all went still. Even the TV had been turned off.

Her face burning, Chen Yanyu curled up under the blanket and angrily shut her eyes. She also quickly buttoned up the undone part of her shirt.

Her fingers lingered on that button—but no matter what, she couldn’t fall asleep.

A little while later…

Chen Yanyu quietly got up and pushed the door open. The bedroom lights had been turned off too.

Luo Qingchuan was sitting on the sofa, leaning his head back, sleeping.

“Are you cold?” Chen Yanyu asked.

He said nothing. He looked tired even in sleep.

Remembering what had happened earlier, Chen Yanyu’s heart ached. She tiptoed back, gently picked up a small blanket, and came back to the living room.

She sat softly beside him and wrapped the thin blanket around them both.

Chen Yanyu leaned sideways and rested her head on his shoulder, a faint smile curling at her lips.

That simple gesture always filled her with immense security and satisfaction.

It felt like happiness.

Sweet, inside.

Everything fell silent. The night air was cool, but the two of them, leaning on each other, felt warm.

… … …

Until dawn.

The curtains were drawn open. Sunlight spilled in. The blanket was draped messily over the sofa.

The room was suddenly noisy.

“Wuwuwu, Luo Qingchuan! That hurts! You’re hurting me!”

“There, there…” Luo Qingchuan sighed helplessly. “Stop squirming. Sit still. If you keep twisting your waist, I can’t do it right.”

“Okay, okay.” Chen Yanyu suddenly whimpered, her voice trembling, “Luo Qingchuan, it still hurts… What do I do… wuwuwu…”

Her body shook helplessly, rigid with tension.

“You’re too sensitive. It’ll be over in a second. Just grit your teeth.”

Luo Qingchuan placed both hands on her trembling shoulders and moved toward her pale, slender neck.

““No no no! It hurts! It really hurts! Can we try another way?!”

A stabbing pain made Chen Yanyu freeze. Her hands shot behind her, grabbing Luo Qingchuan’s wicked claws tightly in resistance.

Luo Qingchuan let out a long sigh.

He still had to go to school later. Su Yingxue had already messaged him early, telling him not to be late.

“Chen Yanyu, oh Chen Yanyu… why were you on the sofa in the middle of the night instead of sleeping properly in bed? And with such a bad posture… come on.”

Luo Qingchuan rubbed his forehead, frustrated.

“Why do dragons even get stiff necks from sleeping?!”

Damn it, that’s absurd! Who would’ve guessed!

Chen Yanyu sat up straight, but her soft head tilted adorably. In the morning sunlight, her silver-white hair glowed like starlight, cascading down in shimmering strands that quivered with the faintest movement.

“I-I don’t know either…” Her porcelain cheeks and delicate voice were sweet and pitiful, like wind chimes in summer.

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