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

The faint sounds of arguing came from inside the carriage, along with the faint sound of porcelain shattering.

Shen Chunri was sitting on Nie Zhao's horse.

The three of them locked eyes.

Why are you arguing so fiercely?

Yu Xintang asked worriedly, "Should we go take a look?"

Nie Zhao glanced back and said, "It's alright, Xie Weixing knows what he's doing."

……

Xie Weixing, who was aware of the situation, was pinned down and unable to move.

"You were the one who wanted to break up with me first, just because I went to Longyuan without telling you," Tan Suiting said resentfully, her eyes reddening and her eyelashes trembling. "You won't hold my hand, you won't talk to me anymore, Kunkun, you can scold me, you can hit me, I won't fight back or talk back, don't treat me like this."

Xie Weixing was taken aback. Looking at the obvious redness in his eyes, his conscience ached again.

"Who said I was going to break up with you?" His anger subsided somewhat. "I just..."

He paused, then said guiltily, "I need to calm down."

"I don't want to, I don't want to," Tan Suiting tightly gripped his slender, strong waist, burying her face in his neck, sobbing, "When you calm down, you'll ignore me, you'll hate me, you'll be closer to Second Senior Brother and Little Snake, you talk to Senior Sister but you don't talk to me. I've always wanted you to talk to me, but you always ignore me and turn to answer other people. Kunkun, I'm so sad."

Xie Weixing felt the warmth of the breath exhaled from the crook of his neck, and listening to the little dragon's childish yet heartbroken accusations, the other half of his anger dissipated.

Ugh.

Whose fault is it?

……

It's all because of the strong winds and waves.

They do not provide psychological counseling to teenagers in Fenghua Sect.

[Xie Weixing was definitely jealous just now. Let me tell you, if you don't like Tan Suiting, I'll eat shit on my head.]

[The person who is least likely to eat shit in this lifetime]

[Are you jealous of Tangtang? I burst out laughing. But our Tangtang is just a helpful bystander trying to get you two back together.]

[Your brother Xie doesn't care about any of this. Don't you understand yet? Xiao Long can't rely on anyone but him.]

"Senior brother, I'm stupid. Sometimes I don't understand what you're saying," Tan Suiting hugged him tightly, afraid of letting him run away. His words were pure, but his arms held him tightly, not letting him move. "I made a mistake, and you scolded and punished me. I'm also a little smart. You said I wouldn't make the same mistake again. If you don't want me, then I will."

He talked too much and seemed to choke on his own words, burying his face in Xie Weixing's arms and coughing softly.

"What's wrong?" Xie Weixing cupped his face, a slight smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but look up at him, not knowing where she had just heard it. "Did you choke?"

Tan Suiting's eyes were moist, with unformed tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He coughed incessantly, his shoulders trembling slightly with each low cough.

Xie Weixing looked up and realized that Tan Suiting's shoulders had become so broad.

The other person's long, slender fingers gently pressed against their mouth and nose, their shoulders and back stretching the fabric of their clothes. The dragon's naturally superior skeletal structure had fully developed, making their robes look sharp and angular.

She simply knelt down and pressed him down, forcefully blocking out all the light.

Xie Weixing sighed inwardly.

The dragon race's talents are a bit too overpowered; no wonder the original book called them overpowered.

Xie Weixing had measured himself with a measuring tape he bought from the prop shop before he woke up. He was already 1.86 meters tall, while Tan Suiting was half a head taller than him, at least 1.95 meters.

However, this is indeed the case for other races; due to the power of their bloodline, they are generally stronger than humans.

For example, Nie Zhao is over 1.8 meters tall, not much shorter than Yu Xintang. Shen Chunri is from the snake clan, with a small frame, and is also over 1.75 meters tall.

He always loved playing with these giants.

"Have some water." Xie Weixing poured the person another cup of tea, this time obediently handing it to the dragon's mouth.

Tan Suiting lowered her eyes, took his hand, and drank the cup of tea in one gulp, feeling a little better afterward.

[The one where you catch a cup with your mouth is good, the one where childhood friends argue is good, the one where you cry and hold your brother captive, saying "Don't leave me" is good]

[You're just being stubborn to hide your fear that Xiaolong is only repaying a debt of gratitude, aren't you?]

[Have you two ever argued for more than a day? You're like elementary school kids, aren't you making a fool of yourselves?]

[When people are tired, they sleep; when dragons are tired, they sleep for 99 minutes.]

[Xie Weixing, as the older brother, do you feel even a little bit of guilt looking at your naive and innocent junior brother in your arms?]

Xie Weixing: ...

I feel guilty towards you ****

Before the comments section could even respond with insults, he snapped the permissions off.

Tan Suiting lowered his eyes, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and did not want to look up, remaining silent.

Sad. Grief-stricken. Silent.

At that moment, a slender, white hand reached over his head and gently brushed away the stray hairs on his forehead.

"I haven't finished yet," a gentle, clear voice rang out, Xie Weixing's tone tinged with amusement, "If I don't want you, what will you do?"

Tan Suiting's eyelashes were still wet with tiny, undried teardrops, clumped together, and his breath was still slightly labored: "I will."

"Hmm?" Xie Weixing looked down at him. "What? Hit me? Scold me? Lock me up?"

Just like that Demon Lord's senior brother?

Wow. Thinking about it now, it's kind of exciting.

"No," Tan Suiting gently refuted him, pursed her lips and thought for a long time before hesitatingly saying, "Then I'll go... become a beggar."

His senior brother would definitely not want him to go begging.

Xie Weixing: ?

"What?" He thought he had misheard, and subconsciously squeezed Tan Suiting's fingertips. "What are you going to do?"

"...Beggar." Seemingly embarrassed, Tan Suiting's tone was vague, and the words she spoke were stuck together. She grabbed his hand and, taking advantage of the situation, buried herself in his arms from below. Even though she was such a grown-up, she still insisted on being hugged. "If you don't want me anymore, I'll become the most pitiful beggar in the world, so you'll feel sorry for me."

Xie Weixing was amused: "Who taught you that? Dragon Palace, look up, look up at me."

Don't talk about Suiting.

He didn't want to watch it; he felt a little embarrassed.

It's not just a little bit, it's exceptional.

Xie Weixing simply hugged him: "Alright, it's my fault. You haven't been by my side for the past four years, that's why I'm so sad."

Tan Suiting was clearly pressing the person down on the soft couch, yet he acted like a victim, insisting on burying himself in his senior brother's arms.

Xie Weixing touched his hair and ears: "Wipe your tears, your senior brother will make up with you."

The system coldly asked: The Law on the Protection of Minors?

Xie Weixing retorted confidently: "Can't you see he's crying? You damn system, get out of here."

System: ? Dude, you yourself said he's a minor.

Xie Weixing: Article 17 of my country's Civil Code clearly states that minors refer to citizens under the age of 18. Tan Suiting is 23 years old, so who is a minor?

The system was shocked by his shamelessness: Dragons don't only become adults at twenty-five?

Xie Weixing: The Dragon Clan doesn't have a civil code.

There's no rule that kissing a minor is illegal.

System: Are you exploiting a bug?