I don't want to come up with a funny book title anymore.

The tail suddenly wrapped around Xie Fengnan's waist, and the hooked lip precisely wedged into the hollow of his lower back.

Zhong Lizhuo braced his hands against the headboard, trapping him in shadow: "You're afraid of regretting it? It's alright, I'll cut off all your escape routes—"

"So that you can only choose me, or..." The tip of the tail brushed against the spine and disappeared into the hem of the clothes, "...the crazier me."

The tailbone tingled from the cold, hooked kiss, and Xie Fengnan hissed, successfully making Zhong Lizhuo reluctantly bring his tail back.

Xie Fengnan pressed down on the tail at that moment, and a low groan escaped from deep in Zhongli Zhuo's throat.

“You…” Zhong Lizhuo’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of suppressed emotion in his voice.

The spot where it was pressed was the most sensitive scale on the tail, and a tingling sensation traveled from the tip of the tail to the tip of the heart.

A secret sense of triumph welled up in Xie Fengnan's heart as he regained the upper hand. He slightly raised his chin and asked, "Feeling good?"

Zhong Lizhuo's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He leaned down again and this time bit Xie Fengnan's earlobe.

Her tongue traced over the disguised earring. "Want to try it on...?"

As he finished speaking, the scales on Xie Fengnan's palm began to heat up, and a translucent film appeared where he had touched them—

These are courtship characteristics that only appear when a black dog is aroused.

"So your tail can bloom?" Xie Fengnan asked with some surprise, fiddling with the thin membrane with his fingertips. It felt soft and warm, like a peculiar flower petal.

"Don't move..." Zhong Lizhuo's voice carried a hint of warning, but Xie Fengnan could hear the helplessness and indulgence in it.

"Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you." Xie Fengnan said teasingly.

Zhongli Zhuo's tail tightened suddenly, almost pulling Xie Fengnan into his arms, but at the last moment he restrained himself and loosened his grip.

"You can't...?" A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. "But I can."

Xie Fengnan chuckled softly, "No matter how you want to eat, you probably wouldn't want me to continue with you with this face on, right?"

Just as Zhongli Zhuo could guess his thoughts, Xie Fengnan was not completely ignorant of Zhongli Zhuo.

Sure enough, Zhongli Zhuo stopped what he was doing upon hearing this. "Remove the disguise?"

His hand touched Xie Fengnan's face, as if tracing the true outline beneath the mask.

Xie Fengnan did not answer immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, a half-smile curving his lips.

Zhongli Zhuo scrutinized him for a moment, then said, "You know what I want."

“Okay, then so be it, but I need some private space.” Xie Fengnan said, turning his gaze toward the bathroom.

"Personal space? Do you think I'd leave you alone?"

"Or are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Do you think you can escape?"

"Hard to say."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, mixed with an indescribable ambiguity.

Finally, Zhongli Zhuo released his tail and took a step back. "Five minutes."

Xie Fengnan raised an eyebrow. "That's enough."

Zhong Lizhuo stood there, his gaze fixed on Xie Fengnan's back, and he did not look away until the bathroom door was ajar.

He was certain that Xie Fengnan was plotting his escape, but he wouldn't have the chance.

Xie Fengnan casually turned on the tap and began to look around at his surroundings.

It must be said that Zhongli Zhuo's preparations were indeed very thorough.

The chains on his ankles not only restricted his range of movement, but also suppressed his supernatural abilities.

If it were me six years later, I might still have some headaches.

But now, even if he can't beat the other party, he can still come and go as he pleases without much problem.

However, a complex look flashed in Xie Fengnan's eyes as he thought about Zhong Lizhuo's possible reaction if he left like this.

"How did they recognize me...?" Xie Fengnan sighed. He was Zhong Lizhuo's human radar, but Zhong Lizhuo was not.

"Probably not?" Xie Fengnan thought uncertainly.

Time ticked by, and just as Zhongli Zhuo's patience was about to run out, the door opened.

Xie Fengnan walked out of there, still bearing his original appearance.

Zhong Lizhuo's breath hitched slightly, and the lust in his eyes was instantly ignited.

In his eyes, Xie Fengnan was tall and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his every move exuded an elegant yet casual temperament.

A few stray hairs made his features even more striking.

Needless to say, that face, which had been made even more handsome by the Creator, had completely shed the immaturity of six years ago, with clear contours and distinct lines.

Those jewel-like heterochromatic eyes that Zhongli Zhuo loved most were even more captivating. The perfectly placed beauty mark under his eye trembled as he squinted, as if silently provoking or silently seducing him.

Her pale red lips looked very kissable, and her collarbone was faintly visible under her collar, exuding a touch of unintentional sexiness.

For a moment, Zhong Lizhuo could hardly believe that what he was seeing was real.

Xie Fengnan's appearance has always been frozen at the age of eighteen.

That spring he could never return to.

Over the past six years, Zhong Lizhuo had imagined what he would look like when he grew up. Now it seems that the image in his memory is indeed not as vivid as the one in reality.

So much so that Zhongli Zhuo could hardly believe that what he was seeing was real.

"Not satisfied?" Xie Fengnan looked at Zhongli Zhuo, who hadn't moved, raised his hand and touched his face. He was quite satisfied with himself.

"How...could that be?" Zhongli Zhuo wanted to touch him, but was afraid that the person in front of her would disappear if she touched him.

He woke up in this way on countless nights when he dreamed of Xie Fengnan.

"Why are you still carrying this?"

Ultimately, desire outweighed fear, and his hand caressed the collar around Xie Fengnan's neck.

"I was afraid of scaring you," Xie Fengnan casually made up an excuse.

It wasn't exactly an excuse; the wound was indeed unsightly, like a menacing centipede coiled there, a reminder of what had happened.

"Does it hurt?"

The darkness in Zhong Lizhuo's eyes intensified. He knew, of course, what was beneath the collar—the indelible evidence of their crimes that they had all left on Xie Fengnan.

"How long has it been? It hasn't hurt for a long time."

It was painful at first, of course, but he chose this path himself, so he had no right to complain.

To be honest, Xie Fengnan never expected to survive. He couldn't help but marvel at the incredible vitality of the chosen one, who seemed like an unkillable cockroach.

"show me."

Zhong Lizhuo's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable air of refusal.

Xie Fengnan studied his expression for a while, then laughed out loud: "What's there to see? It's all in the past."

But Zhongli Zhuo was not about to give up. His fingertips continued to stubbornly trace the neck ring, trying to touch the uneven scar.

"It itches." Xie Fengnan flinched, trying to change the subject, "Let's discuss this..."

He paused when he met Zhong Lizhuo's persistent gaze.

"Then why don't you coax me a little? If I'm in a good mood, I might show it to you."

Although he didn't know what was so interesting about an ugly scar, Xie Fengnan didn't mind taking the opportunity to tease him.

Zhong Lizhuo didn't think Xie Fengnan was being pretentious. Instead, he thought about it seriously and said, "I remember you once asked me if I knew how to dance the courtship dance."

"Would you like to see me dance?"

Although this happened a long time ago, it didn't stop Xie Fengnan from being immediately reminded of the past.

"Why do you still remember this?" Xie Fengnan's tone rose slightly; it was one of his few embarrassing moments.

Zhongli Zhuo nodded. "I remember every word you've said."

"Really? I have a feeling..."

"Remembering doesn't mean you'll listen."

Xie Fengnan: ...

"alright, you win."

Zhong Lizhuo pinched Xie Fengnan's cheek. "I'm starting."

Before Xie Fengnan could say whether it was good or bad, Zhong Lizhuo's military boots had already shattered the moonlight, and his dragon wings had spread out.

Its tail still sizzled and circled around Xie Fengnan, each scale shimmering with an amber light under the moonlight.

To be honest, both the fact that Zhongli Zhuo was performing a courtship dance for him and the stunning scene before him made Xie Fengnan's heart race.

The dance ended when Zhong Lizhu knelt down and kissed Xie Fengnan's hand.

"Are you so sure... I won't refuse you?" Xie Fengnan's voice carried a hint of something unfathomable.

However, Zhongli Zhuo was very confident. He chuckled softly, like a night breeze brushing against the treetops.

"I'm sure, because I just heard someone's heart flutter."

Xie Fengnan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze fell on Zhong Lizhuo's lips, which were slightly upturned, as if waiting for his response.

"Isn't it time to pay me the reward I was promised?"

Zhong Lizhuo certainly noticed Xie Fengnan's change, but he did not forget his purpose.

Xie Fengnan hummed in agreement. "Do you want to open the 'gift' yourself?"

It must be said that this statement immediately excited Zhongli Zhuo.

Almost without hesitation, he said, "Okay."

Zhong Lizhuo stood up and reached out to touch the neck ring again.

With a soft click of a latch, the restraints that had kept him motionless no matter what he did were released.

The neck ring slowly slipped off, exposing the scar in the moonlight. It stood straight and sharp across Xie Fengnan's fair neck, tearing apart his perfect appearance.

Zhong Lizhuo felt as if the scene from that day was reappearing before his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel panicked.

"Alright." Xie Fengnan seemed to sense his emotions and slowly pulled his hand to his neck, letting his palm cover the scar.

"I'm still alive, it's true."

The throbbing pulse corroborated Xie Fengnan's words, gradually calming Zhong Lizhuo down.

He lowered his head, his fingertips tracing the outline of the scar carefully.

"I'm sorry." Zhong Lizhuo slowly touched the scar from one end to the other. "It's my fault for not being able to protect you."

"Don't say that." Xie Fengnan patted his head. "This isn't your fault."

"Are you treating me like a child?" Zhong Lizhuo embraced Xie Fengnan.

"You found out again?" Xie Fengnan hugged him back. "Then are you willing to let me coax you back?"

"I don't want to, but I do." Zhong Lizhuo's voice was muffled. He didn't even need Xie Fengnan to coax him; he could get over it on his own.

"Then I won't coax him?" Xie Fengnan said deliberately.

These words successfully made Zhongli Zhuo, who had been looking down, raise his head. He didn't say whether it was okay or not, but looked at Xie Fengnan with a pitiful little expression as if he had been abandoned.

"I'll coax you until you're willing, okay?" Xie Fengnan surrendered immediately.

Zhong Lizhuo's ear tips turned slightly red, and she pursed her lips. "I'm just... very sad."

"Yes, I know." Xie Fengnan felt a little sad when he woke up and saw the scar on his body.

He was no longer the young master who seemed perfect in every way.