Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing gasped, "Isn't this a bit too much of a yandere?"

While Tan Suiting was still pondering, he noticed the deep fear and shock in the man's eyes and asked, "What is a yandere?"

Xie Weixing thought for a moment and explained, "Because of selfish desires, I want to take over others. I'm sensitive, obsessive, and want to completely possess the person I like, without caring about what others think..."

"Anyway," he raised an eyebrow, "it's bad."

Tan Suiting's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly spoke, "What do you mean by complete possession?"

Xie Weixing casually replied, "It means there can only be one person like him in the world."

Tan Suiting frowned slightly, a hint of confusion creeping into his eyes: "Shouldn't it be like this?"

……

Everyone fell silent and looked at him at the same time.

Nie Zhao suddenly felt a pain in her chest.

Are dragons really normal people? This doesn't seem right.

After chatting about gossip, the group prepared to return to their respective rooms.

Xie Weixing pressed his shoulder as he got up.

Upon seeing this, Yu Xintang casually asked, "Do you have any medicine?"

The moment his junior uncle swung his heavy sword, he almost knelt down and sang "Brother, Farewell."

Xie Weixing was baffled and blurted out, "An aphrodisiac? Are you really suffering from kidney deficiency? If you don't have one, ask Shen Chunri for one."

Yu Xintang:.

He rolled up his sleeves: "Today I'll clean house for my master..."

"Forget it, forget it," Shen Chunri pulled him back. "Young Master Yu, forget it, that silly lion has ruined his brain by soaking in the Night Water Abyss, don't hold it against him."

Tan Suiting stood to the side.

Aphrodisiacs should be common medicines that help men, he knew, as his master had mentioned them during his alchemy lessons.

Xie Weixing shrugged: "I told you not to use this sachet, it smells like you're impotent."

Yu Xintang threw a teacup at him: "Get lost, you country bumpkin, what do you know!"

"oh."

Nie Zhao's vision went black, and his heart ached terribly: "All of you, go to sleep!"

*

Having not returned to the disciples' quarters for four years, Xie Weixing had originally planned to make do with sleeping there for one night, but to his surprise, the room was very clean, exactly as it had been when he left.

Could it be that some kind-hearted little dragon cleans for him every day?

Xie Weixing felt a slight itch in his heart at the thought of this, and immediately turned around and secretly opened the door.

It was pitch black outside, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas.

The senior student isn't here; the room check is over.

Hey.

*

"Dragon Palace".

A clear and gentle voice rang out.

Tan Suiting opened his eyes in confusion, and Xie Weixing bent down and gently touched his cheek.

The two were inches apart, their breaths mingling.

His gaze met Tan Suiting's, his warm breath gently brushing against Tan Suiting's eyebrows and temples, his voice low and husky, tender enough to drown one: "Suiting."

Tan Suiting trembled slightly.

His senior brother had never called him that before.

"You're so far away from me," Xie Weixing murmured, her eyes blurry, her skin as smooth as jade, repeating over and over, "Sui Ting, Sui Ting..."

Those two simple words, lightly drifting into your ears, yet burning your heart with a tingling sensation.

Tan Suiting froze on the spot, his eyes widening slightly.

He was usually self-possessed, but at this moment, facing his senior brother's completely different gentle eyes, he felt a bit flustered and helpless.

Moonlight fell on the corners of Xie Weixing's eyes, blurring them with a faint blush. His eyes were filled with tenderness as he softly coaxed, "Little Dragon, my Dragon Prince, you clearly rely on me the most, don't you?"

Tan Suiting's throat tightened slightly, and his usually clear and steady voice was tinged with a very faint hoarseness in his dream. He responded softly, "Mm."

The sound was extremely soft and gentle.

Xie Weixing looked at his docile, downcast eyes, her tenderness deepening. She raised her fingertips slightly, hovering an inch away from his cheek, and said in a low, lingering voice, "Little Dragon."

The two slowly drew closer, their breaths mingling.

next moment--

"Dragon Palace, Little Dragon Palace."

The hazy moonlight and tender whispers in my ears vanished in an instant.

Tan Suiting's eyelashes suddenly trembled violently, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Dream.

His breathing was slightly rapid, his chest rose and fell gently, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

That was a dream.

A few strands of hair at Tan Suiting's temples were damp and clung to his skin. His eyes were still hazy and dazed for a moment, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. A faint flush of heat from the dream remained on his face.

"Lord Dragon," Xie Weixing squatted by his bedside, showing no shame at waking him from his sleep, "Lord Dragon, are you awake?"

The tender scenes from her dream still lingered deep in her consciousness, and Xie Weixing's deep and gentle voice seemed to still echo in her ears, gradually merging with the features of the person in front of her.

Tan Suiting's face flushed red instantly. He sat up and instinctively backed away, saying, "Senior Brother..."

"There were too many people just now, and I was afraid the little snake would make fun of you, so I didn't get to talk to you properly," Xie Weixing shamelessly sidled up on the teenager's bed, grinning. "Dragon Lord, I missed you. It's been so long, did you miss me?"

Looking at his upturned lips, Tan Suiting couldn't help but recall the image from her dream, and her jaw felt a little sore.

"I."

He paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Then let me ask you," Xie Weixing leaned closer, "did you clean my room?"

Tan Suiting shook his head and said honestly, "No. I'm not in the sect. It should be my master or senior uncle who doesn't know when you'll return, so they asked me to clean for you once a day."

"You're not at the sect?" Xie Weixing frowned slightly, puzzled. "Where did you go?"

Tan Suiting paused for a moment: "I'm in the East China Sea."

"What are you doing running off to the East Sea?" Xie Weixing laughed. "Did your master scold you?"

Tan Suiting looked at him for a long while before saying, "No, I just miss home."

He didn't want Xie Weixing to know that he had gone to Longyuan.

"Oh." Xie Weixing pulled the blanket over himself, the movement very practiced.

His eyes held a smile: "So you're homesick. Have you missed me?"

Tan Suiting still had the dream lingering in his mind, and unconsciously took a step back.

My senior brother was so gentle in my dream.

But it's different from her usual gentleness.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's different.

In short, his heart was beating very fast, even now when I think about it.

feel.

He couldn't explain it.

"Hmm?" Xie Weixing stopped him from leaving.

He retreated an inch, but Xie, still unconscious, closed in two inches.

"I have thought about it," the Crown Prince's voice trembled slightly, his eyelashes drooping hastily. "You already asked, Senior Brother..."

"Is that so?" Xie Weixing stared at him intently, her captivating peach blossom eyes curving slightly, but a hint of coldness lurked beneath the smile. "But why do I feel that you've been somewhat distant from me today?"

Tan Suiting looked up, his eyes filled with helplessness. He met Xie Weixing's gaze, their noses almost touching, the distance between them incredibly close.

"No," Tan Suiting explained, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I... I miss my senior brother. I miss him so much, so much, I really..."

"Then why are you avoiding me?" Xie Weixing forced the man's back against the bed frame.