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

Tan Suiting hugged him tightly, his nose brushing against the warm, slightly cool earlobe, then rubbing against his hair: "Mmm."

Xie Weixing's world collapsed; his face remained expressionless: "How many times have I dreamt this?"

"...three times, four times, many times."

"Big brother," Xie Weixing bit his cheek angrily, his teeth grinding heavily against the soft flesh of his face, his words slurred, "Aren't you full yet! Leaving me there to memorize the Law on the Protection of Minors like a mantra!"

Xie Weixing was so angry he almost laughed.

Their lives have become so miserable that it's almost laughable.

Tan Suiting frowned repeatedly as he was bitten, his consciousness becoming hazy. He could only wonder how his senior brother in his dream could be so powerful.

She kissed him on the lips. She even bit his cheek. Now she's scolding him.

"Kunkun," Tan Suiting's voice was cold, yet her tone was gentle. She poked his lips with her fingertips, pulling her face away from his mouth. "I know I shouldn't dream about doing this with you... but I, I..."

"What else did you dream about us doing?" Xie Weixing's eyes widened, and he rolled his eyes, ready to enjoy his newfound happiness.

When exactly did this little blue and white dragon turn into a little yellow dragon?

"I'm sorry..." Tan Suiting hugged him, desperately burying her face in his neck and kissing his earlobe. "Senior brother, I know this is wrong, I couldn't help it, I don't know what's wrong with me, I..."

Xie Weixing lifted his face, forcing him to look him in the eye: "I'm asking you, do you like me? Do you like your senior brother?"

Tan Suiting's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he nodded gently: "...I like it."

"Is it real affection or just pretending?" Xie Weixing pinched his cheek. "Is it affection for your senior brother, affection for your fellow disciple, or genuine affection—an affection that wants to be my lover?"

"Yes, yes," Tan Suiting grasped his wrist, his fingers long and slender, and blurted out his true feelings, "I want to be with you, Senior Brother, forever, never to be apart, forever the best."

Xie Weixing smiled slightly, his mind already singing, "Fold a thousand paper cranes and tie a red ribbon, good luck, really good luck!"

"I still want to." Tan Suiting's ears turned red, and the words caught in her throat.

Xie Weixing kissed the corner of his lips, encouragingly asking, "What are you still thinking about?"

Tan Suiting went back and kissed his chin, mumbling, "I want to sleep with my senior brother in my arms, I want to kiss my senior brother, I want to touch my senior brother."

Xie Weixing's clothes were half open, and he was gently touched around the waist with his arm around her waist. She leaned into his arms in a indulgent manner, making it easier for him to touch her.

"Then wouldn't you like to stay with your senior brother forever?" he asked gently. "How about your senior brother be your crown princess?"

Tan Suiting felt the warm, delicate skin beneath his hand, and the faint fragrance unique to his beloved kept wafting into his nose, making his already drowsy mind even more confused.

"Okay," he murmured, looking as if he had been seduced, "Senior brother..."

Xie Weixing wanted to say something, but suddenly felt something poking his leg.

He looked down and saw that the light-colored clothes of a certain little dragon were already...

Xie Weixing's lips twitched.

The dragon race is indeed majestic and awe-inspiring.

(Hehe qwq I have food today)

Xie Weixing was about to say something when he was pulled by the wrist and pushed down onto the futon, his back pressed against the soft grass.

Tan Suiting held him, sniffing his scent intently. He seemed to be in great discomfort, yet unsure how to alleviate it: "Senior brother, I feel so uncomfortable, so bloated..."

Xie remained silent.

Then he cursed Feng Jilan, that old bastard, in his heart.

Such a large sect, it's one thing to not arrange psychology classes, but they don't even pay attention to physiology classes?

He looked at the little dragon in front of him, whose ears were already red from holding back his anger, licked his lips, and asked gently, "Isn't Feng Jilan going to give you a sex education lesson?"

Tan Suiting blinked and shook his head.

Although he was a dragon, he had a simple life since childhood and cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness. Before meeting Xie Weixing, he lived a very simple and detached life.

Not to mention masturbation, even the things between people were explained to him by Feng Yu after he accidentally stumbled upon them in the library.

Xie Weixing has never slept with anyone, nor has he been slept with by anyone, but he has had some experiences of self-relieving.

Although I don't have time, it's still very necessary to take care of my physiological needs regularly.

He leaned over and kissed Tan Suiting: "Brother will help you."

Xie Weixing dared not look, so he simply hugged Tan Suiting.

Tan Suiting's long white hair was loose, her chin rested on his shoulder, she let out a soft groan, but did not resist, letting him do as he pleased.

Xie Weixing was surprised to find that it was cold.

Thus, a clever lion concluded that dragons are naturally cold-blooded, so their skin temperature is lower than that of normal people.

Based on his limited experience, he sighed with relief, thankful that he was skilled in archery and swordsmanship.

"Mmm..." Tan Suiting let out a soft, hoarse breath, obediently leaning against her senior brother, her hand parting his clothes, her fingertips tracing a path down to his thigh, "Sleepy..."

The skin hidden between the clothes was suddenly exposed, and a chill rolled over her. Xie Weixing shuddered, and her waist and back tensed up involuntarily.

Tan Suiting's calloused hands touched his thigh, gently pinching the soft flesh.

Xie Weixing felt itchy and couldn't help but move her leg, rubbing it against him.

……

Xie Weixing's wrist ached, and he was already in despair.

He had been playing e-sports diligently for over a decade, and then transmigrated into the book to practice archery and swordsmanship for several years, without ever getting tenosynovitis. Was he going to get an occupational disease today because of his boyfriend?

Does he have no shame?

Xie Weixing frowned slightly, puzzled, seemingly lost in confusion: "Tan Suiting, what's going on with your dragon clan?"

"I don't know..." Tan Suiting's neck was flushed red, and his eyes were confused. "Senior brother, I didn't mean to."

Xie Weixing just wanted to slap him.

Even a cunning lion can only be helpless in this situation, and in the end, he is so angry that he wants to tie his hair up and roll up his sleeves.

Why is this young male chef so disrespectful?

Xie Weixing raised his hand to tie his hair, looking as if he were going to die, like he was going to Liangshan to become the 109th hero.

As soon as he raised his hand, Tan Suiting thought he was not going to let him kiss her, so she hurriedly pulled him back and hugged him.

……

"Hmm..." Xie Weixing's whole body stiffened.

Tan Suiting lowered his brows slightly and let out a satisfied sigh.

He pressed Xie Weixing down onto the soft grass.

"Mmm..." Tan Suiting hummed contentedly, then lowered her head to find his lips.

Xie Weixing felt numb all over and softly uttered intermittent nasal sounds.

"Hmm... Dragon Palace..."

Tan Suiting's breathing quickened as he sucked and kissed the person's lips, which were damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Still not satisfied, he whispered, "Sleepy."

Xie Weixing was in a great mood, so he naturally granted her every request: "Dragon Palace..."

Tan Suiting frowned in dissatisfaction, his cold and handsome features striking: "Call it something else, not this one."

Xie Weixing's clothes were no longer enough to cover her body, hanging loosely on her arm, revealing her delicate and fair skin.