Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Xia Mu's gaze followed her movements, landing on those perfect, jade-like legs, before he dared not look any longer.

With such a figure and appearance, coupled with a pure and innocent personality, she is extremely attractive to men.

Especially since Xia Mu knew she didn't understand anything, even if he told her that they had to sleep in the same bed or they could no longer call each other, she would believe him.

There were no consequences, no trouble, and he was the only one in the world who knew who she was.

Even if such an evil thought only flashed by, Xia Mu felt powerless to resist it.

"You sleep in the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."

He quickly got up, not daring to look at Erii again.

Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief when Erii climbed back onto the big bed and completely wrapped her delicate body in the thick quilt, leaving only her head sticking out.

"Why did we get hurt while sleeping together? Where did we bleed?"

Erii continues her endless stream of questions.

In the past, whenever she asked these questions, Genji would always avoid answering or give irrelevant answers.

Gradually, she stopped asking.

But now she finds that Xia Mu answers every question seriously and doesn't show any impatience, so she asks with peace of mind.

She was naive and ignorant, but not stupid.

She was like a naive little animal, only daring to be a little unrestrained when she was sure she wouldn't be abandoned.

Girls who have never been pampered from childhood are unfortunate; being sensible often means suppressing their natural instincts.

"Eri, this is a difficult question for me to answer."

Natsuki lay on her side on the sofa, covered with another thin blanket, her head facing Erii.

They were like two silkworms gazing at each other across a river.

"Why?" Erii asked.

"Because it's not about getting hurt or not; it involves the most beautiful relationship in human life: love."

Xia Mu carefully chose her words: "Only people who love each other will sleep together."

"Will they bleed?" Erii pressed.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Xia Mu explained to her using the mindset of popular science: "It depends on the technical issues and the level of relaxation of both parties. Not everyone will bleed. Most people bleed because they are too nervous, causing muscle tension, or because they are not prepared enough and the friction is too great."

Erii blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite; she didn't understand at all.

Xia Mu summarized: "You only need to know two things: first, only people who love each other can sleep together; second, sleeping together does not necessarily result in bleeding. As for the reason, you will understand it one day."

Erii looked at him, her eyes lowered slightly, and soft strands of hair slipped from her forehead: "I don't know if I'll ever live to see that day."

Xia Mu looked into her eyes and saw the bewilderment spreading across her wine-red, jewel-like pupils.

"It definitely will."

He said softly.

Erii's face brightened: "Really?"

"Ah."

Xia Mu looked directly at her, and she could feel the determination in his eyes.

This girl possesses extremely high power in this world, but her heart is like a fragile, translucent crystal, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

The lights in the room were turned off.

A faint moonlight streamed in through the window, allowing them to see each other's silhouettes.

Will you always be there?

Erii's voice came softly.

The approaching darkness seemed to make her particularly uneasy.

"Yes, you'll see me as soon as you wake up tomorrow morning," Xia Mu said.

The room fell silent, with only the soft breathing of each breath.

"Will you always be here from now on?"

Erii asked again, her voice low and filled with unease.

Xia Mu took a deep breath: "Yes."

Erii visibly relaxed and became happier, and she expressed her happiness in the following ways:

I want to eat Five Eyes Fried Rice tomorrow.

Xia Mu smiled and said, "Okay."

"I want to eat pizza with meat in it."

"it is good."

"Because what you said makes a lot of sense, is simple and easy to understand."

Chu Zihang explained with a blank expression.

Erii pouted and muttered softly, "No way..."

"Anyway, liking is about possession, while love is about giving!"

Xia Mu crossed his arms and said, "You have to trust my professional abilities. Although I haven't done any practical work, I've learned a lot of theory."

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Xia Mu smiled happily.

"You have a great day."

Erii's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Ah."

The two looked at each other.

Chu Zihang shivered from the sweetness.

"Ding."

At that moment, the elevator doors opened again.

Yuan Zhisheng came out with three lackeys and Chen Motong.

"You two, your lodgings for tonight have been arranged. Please go with Crow and Yaksha."

He spoke politely to Chen Motong and Chu Zihang, then turned to Xia Mu, his gaze softening slightly: "Are you happy today? Come on, come home with your brother."

Xia Mu 'obediently' hummed in agreement, tugged at Erii's sleeve, and led her to follow behind him.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes twitched incessantly.

"and many more."

At this moment, Chen Motong suddenly called out to them.

"Is there anything else, Miss Chen?" Yuan Zhisheng asked politely.

Chen Motong strolled leisurely over to Xia Mu, a radiant smile appearing on her face: "Want to go for a drink, handsome?"

Yuan Zhisheng frowned and stood in front of her, saying, "Xiao Mu should go home."

"Are you kidding me? Isn't he the best newcomer at the host club? They only open at night." Chen Motong looked surprised.

Genji felt a tightness in his chest, but remembering what Tachibana Masamune had said, he couldn't let it out.

Chen Motong seems to have the ability to profile people, so we must try our best to create other personas to fool her, because once she discovers the true role of Xia Mu, we're doomed.

Even if you sink her and Chu Zihang together in Tokyo Bay, it won't matter. Angers will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, then exile or execute Xia Mu, and then punish the entire Snake Clan.

Xia Mu could sense his inner turmoil just by looking at his back.

In fact, he is now a completely ordinary person and doesn't need to pretend at all, but unfortunately neither Angers nor Genjiro would believe it.

“Handsome,” Chen Motong bypassed Yuan Zhisheng, her slender fingers slowly climbing from Xia Mu’s heart to his collar, her breath sweet as orchids, “What’s your price for an overnight stay? I’ll pay!”

Chu Zihang frowned but said nothing.

After all, she was his mortal enemy's girlfriend. He wasn't Cao Cao, so he had no intention of cooperating with her or going against her, because that would be too tasteless. It was better for them to go their separate ways.

Xia Mu wanted to keep her distance from Chen Motong, but at this moment she had to cooperate with her.

After all, he also wanted Chen Motong to discover something special about him.

"Where to?" Xia Mu asked.

Yuan Zhisheng turned to look at him, his heart churning with turmoil, yet he restrained himself from showing any strange expression.

Chen Motong pointed to the red Ferrari not far away and laughed wildly, "I just rented this sports car! Come on! I'll take you for a spin!"

She made up her mind to expose Xia Mu thoroughly tonight, write a report tomorrow morning, and leave to return to China the day after tomorrow.

The people in the Japanese branch all had a fierce aura that made her extremely uncomfortable.

"Can't!"

Erii spread her fair hands and stood in front of Natsuki.

This was the first time since she appeared that Genji had found her so pleasing to the eye.

Chen Motong crossed his arms and stood proudly upright: "Why?"

"because…"

Erii's gaze drifted as she looked at the bright and confident girl: "Because we're going to be together tonight..."

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Chu Zihang stood to the side, staring intently in their direction, his indifferent expression masking a fiercely gossipy gleam.

“Miss Xia Liyi, celebrities don’t have special privileges here. I’ve made my price, and he has to come with me tonight.” Chen Motong wouldn’t budge an inch.

Yuan Zhisheng silently stepped back and stood next to Chu Zihang.