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

He bent his knuckles and twisted them around Xie Weixing's belt: "Then let's sleep together tonight."

"sure."

Tan Suiting was overjoyed. He excitedly shifted his position to make room for Xie Weixing, then put his pillow away and pulled up the blanket.

"Alright, senior brother." He lay down and looked over expectantly.

Abebe was placed at the foot of the bed, seemingly having lost favor with the young prince.

Xie Weixing's heart softened terribly, and his teeth itched terribly.

Jiang Jiu rented a place outside during college, changed girlfriends frequently, but only kept one cat.

Xie Weixing would occasionally go to her house for dinner, and the cat would roll over in his arms, meow, purr, and ask for a cat treat.

That's how he felt at the time; he wanted to bite the kitten to pieces.

Jiang Jiu studied psychology.

She said that this urge to bite anything she likes is a loss of rational control, which is called "cute aggression" in psychology.

When a person is psychologically attracted to something, their emotions are already overflowing, which is why they will express themselves through oral desire.

Xie Weixing suppressed the turmoil in his heart, lay down to sleep with Long, and then groped around under the covers, trying to find the other's hand.

Tan Suiting, with his clean and handsome profile, asked curiously, "Senior brother, what are you looking for?"

"Hold hands." Xie Weixing said succinctly.

Tan Suiting took the initiative to reach out and interlock her fingers with his: "Is this okay?"

His fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles. Because of his dragon bloodline, he was born taller than ordinary people, so his fingers were also longer than Xie Weixing's, and he held him tightly.

"Hmm," Xie Weixing said with barely satisfied expression, leaning closer to the person. "From now on, when your senior brother asks you questions, you are not allowed to hide, avoid, or not answer."

"No," Tan Suiting quickly said, looking intently at him, "No way."

Xie Weixing glanced at him and laughed: "Silly."

His Highness the Crown Prince has a light-colored mole near his chin on his neck.

Xie Weixing discovered this by chance when he got close to him. Even Tan Suiting only realized he had a mole there after being reminded.

The two held hands, drew closer to each other, and slowly fell asleep at a distance close enough to hear each other's breathing.

Tan Suiting thought he would be too excited to sleep because he hadn't slept with his senior brother for so long, but he didn't expect to lose consciousness after listening to the other's shallow breathing.

……

"Haa, no... Dragon Palace..."

The brocade curtains fell, and layers of thin gauze enveloped the bed.

Xie Weixing's clothes were disheveled, and her bare shoulders were covered with varying shades of bright red marks.

He frantically tried to escape, and Tan Suiting had never seen his senior brother so helpless.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the fluffy brocade quilt, the soft surface sinking into shallow indentations. Her toes curled up, her ankles clean and neat, and her calves hanging down in long, white arcs.

Tan Suiting pulled the man back, pressed his chest against his shoulder, locked his arms around his waist, and let out a soft, satisfied hum.

He wasn't quite sure what he was doing; it was something he'd seen in the library when he was a child, but his master would sternly cover his eyes.

When he was a child, someone taught him that this would make him pregnant with a baby dragon.

……

Will my senior brother give birth to a baby dragon for him?

"Mmm..." Xie Weixing, held in his arms, tilted his chin up slightly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Stop... Xiaolong, I..."

Tan Suiting's forehead showed faint blue veins, and his eyebrows furrowed very slightly, forming a barely noticeable shallow crease.

Xie Weixing couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away, trying to leave.

Tan Suiting followed closely behind, pulling the man tightly into his arms without room for argument. His clothes were disheveled, and even his princely crown had come loose: "Senior brother..."

His voice was hoarse, his breath slightly ragged, and he panted softly in a coquettish tone, "Can you hug me? Touch my hair, Senior Brother, I've missed you so much..."

Xie Weixing forcefully broke free, propping his elbows on the bed: "Tan Suiting, you have no sense of restraint, stop it!"

"Senior brother, are you blaming me? Are you scolding me?" Tan Suiting's brows furrowed slightly, his nose wrinkled, taking advantage of his young age to act recklessly. "Senior brother..."

"Little Dragon!"

A greeting exploded in my ears.

Tan Suiting suddenly opened his eyes—

Shen Chunri squatted by the bed, her eyes strange: "I called you for ages and you didn't wake up. I thought something had happened. Were you having a nightmare?"

Tan Suiting stared at her, unable to recover for a long time.

"You kept saying 'Don't yell at me,'" Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow, "Did you dream that your master spanked you?"

Thinking of the scene in his dream, Tan Suiting's ears suddenly flushed crimson, which quickly spread down his ear cartilage.

His fingers, hanging by his sides, curled up quietly, his knuckles turning a faint bluish-white. His fingertips unconsciously gripped the brocade quilt beneath him, causing the silk fabric to wrinkle into tiny creases.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chunri reached out and touched his forehead. "Are you sick?"

Dragons are physically strong, and they recover from ordinary colds, or even swords piercing their flesh, at a speed more than ten times faster than others.

Tan Suiting had rarely been sick since childhood.

"No." His voice was hoarse, and a few strands of dark hair, damp with a thin layer of sweat, clung to his temples, making his complexion appear even paler.

"Oh, you should have told me if you weren't feeling well." Shen Chunqi stood up.

Tan Suiting turned his head and saw the empty bed. Only then did he realize what was happening and casually asked, "Where's my senior brother?"

"Xie Kunkun? You two slept together again last night?" Shen Chunri raised an eyebrow. "She went to the back mountain to find Senior Sister, and she kept saying she wanted to ask you what you've been eating in the East China Sea these past few years, why you've gotten so thin, and that she wanted to give you extra food... Oh right, I forgot to ask, doesn't she know you've been in Longyuan these past few years?"

Tan Suiting froze as he tried to get up.

He subconsciously concealed his entry into Longyuan last night, and hadn't had a chance to rehearse his story with his senior sister and master.

……

broken.

*

Tan Suiting tidied up and quickly walked into the back mountain, where he saw Yu Xintang.

He grabbed the other person's wrist: "Where's my senior brother?"

Yu Xintang glanced back: "She just went in, saying she was going to find her senior sister. Oh, have you seen Little Snake? She promised to bring me breakfast yesterday, and I've been waiting here for ages. Where's my breakfast?"

"And then?" Tan Suiting replied quickly, striding towards the Tempering Realm.

Yu Xintang was puzzled, and followed him with her gaze for a while.

It's rare to see Xiaolong in such a hurry. What happened?

Tan Suiting rushed into the Tempering Realm: "Senior Sister—"

Xie Weixing leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his expression normal, but the look in his eyes was unreadable.

Nie Zhao sat opposite him, with her back to him.

Upon hearing this, she turned her head, and Xie Weixing looked up, their gazes meeting at the same time.

Tan Suiting stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly from walking so fast.

He mumbled something like, "Senior brother."

Xie Weixing looked at him calmly, then suddenly let out a laugh.

"Dragon Palace," he said casually, his tone relaxed, but his eyes held a faint coldness, "when will you take me to see the Dragon Abyss in the East Sea, where countless dragons have been buried?"

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Little Dragon's going to get yelled at. He's going to electrocute me...orz