Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

Just as An-Ying Chun nodded calmly to Shan Meng, a change quietly occurred on the other side of the room.

After Shadow Chun gracefully left Xia Tong's lap, Xia Tong did not immediately get up or make any other movements. His gaze was fixed on her retreating figure as she flew towards Shan Meng and Jiu Qian Sui.

However, Xia Tong's gaze just shifted from the three Elf Kings who were talking not far away. She raised her head slightly and noticed Shadow Mountain Dream, who had somehow drifted very close.

At this moment, Dark Mountain Dream was only an arm's length away from him.

Dark Mountain Dream hovered there, her head tilted slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity, longing, and a hint of barely perceptible, animalistic timidity as she stared intently at him.

The most interesting thing is the unruly silver-white tuft of hair on her head, which is now swaying slightly and trembling with her subtle emotional fluctuations, as if it has an independent life.

Wow, it can even move!

Xia Tong's attention was drawn to that lively tuft of hair, and she even found it somewhat cute.

Out of pure curiosity, without much thought, almost subconsciously, with a hint of exploration and teasing, he naturally reached out towards the top of Shadow Mountain Dream's head, wanting to gently touch that swaying, interesting-looking strand of silver hair.

In Xia Tong's view, this action was probably similar to wanting to pet the head of a kitten that was getting close and had bright, sparkling eyes.

However, in the eyes of Shadow Mountain Dream, who had been closely watching him and whose heart was filled with a certain pure longing, this gesture of reaching out...

Coupled with the undisguised, gentle curiosity on Xia Tong's face, she interpreted it as an incredibly clear and welcome invitation!

—He agreed! He allowed me to go! Just like Chun just now!

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream's deep purple-red eyes lit up instantly, and the slight hesitation and timidity on her face, like a thin mist dispersed by sunlight, were replaced in an instant by a bright, slightly shy, and delighted smile.

She didn't hesitate at all; in fact, her actions were faster than her thoughts.

Just a split second before Xia Tong's fingers touched her ahoge (cowlick), she darted forward like a light pink streak of light, her target clear—

The spot on Xia Tong's lap that was previously occupied by Shadow Chun is now empty.

The next second, Xia Tong felt a weight on her legs as a soft, petite body, carrying the fragrance of daphne, sat firmly on her.

When Dark Shadow Mountain Dream sat down, she slightly adjusted her posture to comfortably fold the wings on her back. Then she looked up, her deep purple-red eyes sparkling as she gazed into Xia Tong's somewhat astonished eyes, her face filled with undisguised happiness and satisfaction.

Like a small animal that has occupied a coveted throne, it exudes happiness from head to toe.

The tuft of hair on her head, as if sensing its owner's joyful mood, was now swaying excitedly from side to side, as if silently announcing its owner's good spirits.

—It's really warm and reassuring here.

She thought contentedly, and even unconsciously leaned back slightly, as if she had found the most comfortable and exclusive spot.

Xia Tong: "..."

Then he looked down at Ankageyama Yume, who had suddenly appeared in his arms and had an expression that said, "Did I do the right thing?"

Hmm...it seems she misunderstood something. But looking at the other person's purely happy expression and that cheerfully swaying ahoge (cowlick), it doesn't seem so bad?

Xia Tong then refrained from touching the ahoge (cowlick) and instead gently patted An Ying Shan Meng's head.

At this moment, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old had already floated to the edge of the bed, crossed his arms, and tilted his head to watch this scene.

The playful smile that was usually on her face was a little stiff at this moment. Her wine-red eyes were fixed on Shadow Mountain Dream, who was sitting comfortably on Xia Tong's lap, and then she quickly glanced at Xia Tong's hand, which she hadn't had time to retract.

Is this even possible?!

She hesitated for just a second! She was only a tiny bit slower! How did she get beaten to it again?!

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old felt inexplicably depressed, as if someone else had taken the interesting toy (or rather, the interesting spot?) he had his eye on.

Then she pursed her lips and muttered softly, in a voice only she could hear, "Hmph...they're really quick."

The hint of resentment and sourness in his tone, though slight, was quite noticeable.

She stared at Xia Tong's legs and the shadowy mountain dream sitting on them, her eyes flickering, as if she were quickly assessing something or planning how to "seize the initiative" next time.

Xia Tong stared at the silver-white ahoge (cowlick) on the Shadow Mountain Dream in her arms, which swayed slightly with her mood and seemed to have its own life. After a few seconds,

In the end, she gave in to her initial curiosity, raised her hand, gently touched it, and then used her fingertips to smooth down the stray strand of hair.

The texture was softer than I had imagined, with a slightly cool smoothness.

An Ying Shan Meng seemed to enjoy the touch on her ahoge (cowlick). Instead of flinching, she tilted her head slightly like a kitten being stroked, making it easier for Xia Tong's fingers to touch the top of her head. Her deep purple-red eyes narrowed slightly in satisfaction.

Xia Tong unconsciously smiled, then he suddenly remembered his sister's situation.

There shouldn't be any problems, right? But I still need to double-check.

He then gently patted Shadow Mountain Dream's side, indicating that he was about to get up.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream immediately understood. Although a trace of reluctance flashed across her face, she still obediently and lightly flew off Xia Tong's lap and hovered to the side, her ahoge swaying with her movements.

Xia Tong stood up and walked towards the three Elf Kings who were talking on the other side of the room.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream followed half a step behind him without hesitation, like a quiet little tail.

Meanwhile, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, seeing this, curled his lips, put away his little emotions, and lightly flew up, hovering at a distance from Xia Tong's other side. His wine-red eyes were still darting around, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Xia Tong walked over to An Ying Chun, Jiu Qian Sui, and Shan Meng and naturally joined their conversation.

His gaze fell directly on Shan Meng, who was smiling gently, and he asked the question that had been bothering him a little:

"Shanmeng, what exactly was that game...or test, that you left for my sister? Was it dangerous?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Meng turned her face, her green eyes filled with a soothing and gentle smile.

She shook her head slightly, her voice gentle: "Don't worry. The 'game' I gave An'an is actually similar to the one I gave you before."

"almost?"

"Um,"

Shan Meng nodded, elegantly folding her hands in front of her. "As long as she can guess my name, she passes. There's no need for fighting, and no other danger."

Her words carried a pure, relaxed quality that belonged to the game itself.

However, the Ninth Prince, who had been listening the whole time, showed a somewhat surprised expression. She interjected, "Eh? Is that all, Shanmeng? You didn't add any other restrictions?"

The Ninth Prince's tone carried a hint of doubt, as if to say, "Isn't this test a bit too easy?"

Shan Meng gently shook her head, her smile deepening with a knowing gentleness: "Isn't the most important thing about playing games to have fun? Setting up too many complicated obstacles might make people forget the original joy."

Her words were light, but a knowing glint flashed deep in her turquoise eyes.

In fact, Shan Meng had already accepted Xia An'an as a flower fairy magician after feeling her sincerity and determination during their previous interactions.

At this moment, the "game" is less of a test and more of a formal, ceremonial encounter and gift.

Meanwhile, in her dream, Xia An'an was holding a pen, frowning, analyzing the lyrics of the song "The Spirit in the Wind" on the paper.

Meanwhile, Kukuru flew around An An.