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

"What?" Tan Suiting looked up, speechless.

Shen Chunri? When did Shen Chunri become so close to him?

He said he would be with the best of him, and he said he would never abandon him.

Xie Weixing was stunned for a moment.

"You..." Tears welled up in Tan Suiting's eyes instantly. "Xie Weixing, you..."

They don't even call me "senior brother" anymore.

A tear fell, turning into a pearl and rolling onto the bed.

Xie Weixing was taken aback by his strong reaction and sobered up considerably: "I was just joking, Little Dragon Prince, I..."

He was incoherent. First, she raised her hand to wipe away his tears, then picked up the pearl.

The system gloated: "He just loves to provoke people. How could such a small dragon understand sarcasm? Dragons are people of their word; they believe whatever you say. Now he's taken it seriously."

Tan Suiting frowned deeply, his eyes reddening, and he murmured resentfully, "You're a liar, Xie Weixing, you broke your promise."

With that, he withdrew his hand and got up to leave.

"Hey, I was just kidding," Xie Weixing hugged him back, holding the pearl in his hand. "Your senior brother was just teasing you. You're the one I care about most, and you're the one I like the most. How could I not want you?"

Tan Suiting was angry. He turned his head away angrily with his lips tightly pressed together, deliberately not looking at him. His nose was high and thin, and his lips had an indescribable coldness.

Although there wasn't a single soft line on her face, when viewed from above, there was still some baby fat on her cheeks that hadn't completely disappeared.

Xie Weixing is an only child with no younger siblings. When he was little, he envied other families with two children the most, because they could carry his sister's schoolbag and buy spicy snacks for his brother.

Seeing Tan Suiting like this, his heart softened drastically, and his anxiety and frustration vanished completely, long forgotten.

"Senior brother was just drunk and talking nonsense, Little Dragon Prince, don't be angry..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tan Suiting suddenly leaned closer, frowned, and bit his cheek.

Xie Weixing's eyes suddenly widened.

!

System: Oh my oh ...

The remaining half of the intoxication vanished instantly, and he dared not move.

Cool, soft lips pressed against his cheek, the tips of her teeth gently touching and biting down on a small piece of soft flesh with a bit of force, causing a dull ache.

But Xie Weixing didn't have time to feel pain; in his mind, he was shocked and shouted: !!! What is he doing?!

The system coughed twice, chuckled, and then began to explain: "In the Eastern Sea Taixu Dragon Clan, biting the cheek is a very intimate way of scolding someone, indicating that something you did displeased me. It often happens between parents and children or siblings. When young dragon cubs misbehave, their fathers and mothers will also bite their cheeks to express their dissatisfaction and discipline."

Xie Weixing's voice trembled: "Isn't this a bit strange? I've never seen a dragon clan with this kind of custom before."

System: Long hair, short brains. Now you've seen the light. Serves you right for courting death.

Xie Weixing: ...Damn it.

Tan Suiting's warm breath rested on his chin, mixed with the faint coolness of the iris on his body. A slight itch crept up his skin and up to his earlobe. His teeth brushed against his skin, and a slight tingling sensation spread.

As expected, the barrage of comments exploded.

[Holy crap!!!]

[Mom and Dad, I'm born!]

[Oh, this isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't right, oh, this is right ...

[Thank you for not being awake! Long'er is still considered a minor in their dragon clan! Think carefully! Sexually assaulting a minor carries a 20-year prison sentence! (Just kidding!)]

[Looking at how this is going, it seems like your father, Xie, is about to be classified as a minor.]

[Xie Weixing, you don't need to go to Sayram Lake anymore. You haven't lived a single day in your life in vain.]

The chat was flooded with exclamation marks and "fuck!"

Xie Weixing didn't want to watch this group of screaming monsters act like idiots for him, or maybe they weren't even acting.

So I decisively blocked the bullet comments.

After his initial shock subsided, he composed himself.

After a long pause, she slowly spoke, her tone tinged with confusion and unconscious indulgence: "Have you bitten enough?"

Tan Suiting's jawline involuntarily tightened slightly, yet he was still angry and didn't want to let go.

The soft lips pressed against the skin and gently rubbed against it, the tips of the teeth brushing against it, causing a slight, dull, tingling pain.

Xie Weixing swallowed hard and touched his cheek: "Senior brother was wrong. Senior brother will never lie to our Little Dragon Palace again. It was all a joke just now..."

Tan Suiting finally calmed down, opened his mouth, raised his hand, and clumsily wiped his face twice with his sleeve, drying the saliva around the shallow teeth marks.

Still indignant: "Does it mean you can talk like that just because it's a joke?"

"I was wrong," Xie Weixing hooked his pinky finger with his, like two children making a pinky promise, and softened his tone, "Little Dragon Prince, please forgive me. I promise I love you the most, and no one can surpass you. Please forgive me."

Tan Suiting looked up and gave him a resentful look.

"Anyway, I don't care," he said sullenly, his eyelashes lowered. Despite his tall stature, he insisted on snuggling into Xie Weixing's arms. "You're the one I brought back, so you have to be my best friend."

Xie Weixing laughed and pinched his soft cheek: "Oh, so domineering."

He remembered that the long-haired girl he used to play games with often also had a younger brother, quite a bit younger than him. Every time he got out of school, he could hear her brother sending her voice messages on their mother's phone. His voice was like a little spicy snack, cute yet awful, asking his sister when she was coming home.

Thinking of this, Xie Weixing felt a sudden urge and immediately decided to trick the dragon in his arms.

He hugged him tighter: "Little Dragon Prince, wouldn't you like to call me 'brother'?"

The story of Tan Suiting is inexplicable.

Brother? Aren't only siblings born of the same mother called brothers?

Fellow disciples should be called senior brothers.

Or you could call it "sleepy".

So he shook his head: "I don't want to."

"But I want to hear it," Xie Weixing leaned closer to him, her lips almost touching his forehead, "I want to hear it, Senior Brother wants to hear it, Xie Kunkun wants to hear it, Xie Weixing wants to hear it..."

He was so close that his breath almost sprayed onto Tan Suiting's face.

The young prince felt a little embarrassed at first, then realized that this was Xie Weixing's bed.

He actually went to someone's bed in the middle of the night to throw a tantrum! When I was a child, I was severely reprimanded by my father for going to my mother's bed when I couldn't sleep at night. He said that a polite dragon should not disturb other people's sleep in the middle of the night.

Realizing this was true, the Crown Prince's ears instantly turned red, and he backed away, stammering, "I..."

Xie Weixing immediately pressed closer, and the two of them chased each other on the bed until Tan Suiting's back was against the headboard, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Say something," Xie Weixing approached him, a smile on his lips, his thick, relaxed eyebrows exuding a certain charm, his peach blossom eyes full of affection and tenderness, the corners of his eyes sharply upturned, creating shimmering light and shadow when he blinked.

"Little Dragon Prince," Xie Weixing teased, acting like a seductive enchantress, "call me that! Call me brother, and I'll do whatever you want, okay?"