Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

Tong remained submerged in the water, blowing bubbles for a long time, but her abnormally high body temperature did not come down at all.

Although my tired body felt somewhat relieved, I still felt a little dizzy from soaking in the bath for too long.

It's probably because the water temperature is too high.

It's not because of him...!

Several tens of minutes passed, and Tong was relaxing and washing her body in the bathtub. She used one expensive toiletries provided by Jiulongju, which she would never normally dare to look at, without considering the cost.

My body is clean, but a burning, pent-up frustration lingers in my heart that I can't shake off.

Tong was like a free-spirited husky splashing around in a very spacious bathtub, but the water had cooled down and she was no longer comfortable playing in it.

Do we really have to leave this bathroom wearing such intimate clothing?

Tong hesitated—besides, the bathrobes provided by Kowloon Residence were quite large.

Tong looked at her clothes again—she realized that she had been running around for two whole days without showering or changing her clothes...

My clothes must be dirty.

Tong glanced at it, then immediately looked away—she's a very clean girl!

She glanced to the other side, at the pristine white, seemingly comfortable silk-cotton blend knitted bathrobe provided by Kowloon Residence, and the black fabric she had hastily tossed onto the bathrobe—a fabric of unknown material that felt incredibly soft to the touch…

Tong glanced at it again, then immediately focused her gaze back on her dirty clothes—I'm a girl with a sense of shame too!

emmmmmmm.........

It's such a difficult decision.

Ultimately, it was because he didn't dare leave the bathroom to see Min Moyou.

How about taking another bath?

No, that won't work either. I've been soaking for too long, and I'm starting to feel dizzy.

Cold water is uncomfortable, but hot water might make me faint.

Even for a dragon, the physical and mental strength available for consumption is limited. Tong, who had been busy all day without much rest, and also had to deal with Min Moyou, was already on the verge of collapse, even with a late-night snack and a bath to relieve her physical and mental fatigue.

After a hot shower, the fatigue subsided, but drowsiness washed over him; his eyelids were already trembling. If he continued to linger in the bathroom, he might become the first water-attribute dragon's offspring to drown in the bathtub...

That would be truly embarrassing!

Forget it!

Never mind!

A thought flashed through her mind!

Who is afraid of whom!

We are descendants of the Dragon!

How could he be afraid of a mere pampered rich young master?

What else does he have besides a little money?!

I doubt he'd dare lay a hand on us!

If he can't control his own eyes, we'll naturally help him!

Tong figured it out, drained the water from the bathtub, and then took a final shower to rinse her body.

Drip, drip, drip...

Min Moyou, standing outside the bathroom, exclaimed in amazement: "Do women take this long to shower? I've certainly learned something new."

At the same time, I couldn't help but open my five senses to listen to the pleasant sound of water splashing onto the ground...

In a daze, Min Moyou felt that he could deduce the moment the water droplets flowed over Tong's body by the intervals of the sound of the water droplets falling, and thus imagine Tong's proud figure.

The secrets behind it are not for outsiders to know.

(Sometimes when I'm writing, I suddenly feel like I'm some kind of weirdo...)

The sound of water stopped after a few minutes, followed by rustling sounds, probably because Tong was hesitating? The sounds of clothes rubbing together, picking up and putting down clothes, continued for ten minutes.

"Clang-"

The door opened softly, and Tong poked her clever little head out of the bathroom, looking around.

Seeing Min Moyou still sitting on that luxurious single sofa, staring at the bathroom door with a look that was both slightly expectant (Min Moyou's excitement was hard to hide) and filled with displeasure and warning.

Tong knew she couldn't escape, and she had no chance to find a place to hide herself away while he was away.

Tong resignedly walked out of the bathroom, slipping on disposable slippers with thick, soft cotton soles. The large bathrobe covered her entire body completely, revealing only her fair ankles, her fair and rosy neck, and her rosy cheeks.

Her wet hair was casually draped behind her head, and her defiant yet rebellious gaze, like that of a little punching bag, added a touch of cuteness to Tong Chunyu's overall demeanor.

well.

energetic.

Minmo Youlong was overjoyed.

He already knew that Tong had been obedient and hadn't put on her own dirty clothes.

He nodded in approval, and the warning in his eyes disappeared.

Tong didn't give Min Moyou a pleasant look—she was indeed very sleepy and tired, to the point that she had even lost control of her facial expressions. With her eyes slanted and lips pouting, she didn't care about money anymore, and her tone, no longer respectful or playful, simply said:

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to find a place to rest and recuperate. I still have the mission of protecting you from the influence of the Dragon Domain's power, so I need to get some rest."

After saying that, Tong looked around the room without restraint, as if looking for a comfortable place to rest—deliberately avoiding looking at Min Moyou.

I kept a safe distance of at least five meters from Min Moyou from beginning to end, and I also planned to find a place to rest far away from the bed—but not too far away, what if he realized that my so-called protection was a lie?

Ugh, this is so troublesome...

"and many more."

Did I tell you you could rest?

?

Is there anything else?

It's just taking a shower and going to bed, isn't it?

What other bedtime activities do you have?

Tong looked at Min Moyou with surprise and vigilance, a bad feeling spreading through her heart.

"Is there anything else, young master?"

Under the pressure of Min Moyou's gaze, Tong tried her best to control her overflowing dissatisfaction and responded weakly.

Min Moyou got up from his seat and walked step by step toward Tong.

Min Moyou took a step forward, and Tong couldn't help but take a step back...

Min Moyou's face darkened, and he said unhappily:

"If you want to stay and get paid by the hour, then you'd better do my job properly."

"I...I...I don't provide that kind of service!"

Tong waved her hands frantically, firmly refusing!

Which service?

"Just...just..."

"Come here and help me undress. That's all."

"Ah!... Ah? Oh..."

Min Moyou stood still, slightly raised her hands, no longer approaching Tong, and asked with indifferent eyes: Do you deserve such a high salary?

Tong felt a slight pang of guilt, but quickly regained her senses—undress? Don't you have hands? You need help just to take off your clothes?!

Is that all?

Who knows what beastly things you'll do after you take off your clothes!

And taking off a grown man's clothes...

We've never done this before...

We get shy too...

This is inappropriate!! Is this even acceptable?!

"I...I've never done this before, I don't know how..."

Tong, seemingly oblivious to Min Moyou's meaningful glance, awkwardly laughed on the spot:

"Hehehe... Well, how about you find someone else to help you? I've never undressed anyone before, I'm afraid I won't do it right..."

"It's just taking off clothes, what can't you do? I won't blame you if you don't do it right."

Min Moyou remained steadfast, unmoved by Tong's cunning.

"No, I just don't know how. You either need to ask someone else for help, or you can do it yourself! I just can't!"

Tong's stance was also firm, and she wouldn't budge an inch.

"Sigh...then I'll have to ask someone else for help?"

It seems that Min Moyou is considering backing down?

Tong suddenly felt a lump in his throat—he wanted to call the receptionist at Kowloon House, right?

Tsk, that guy who's always thinking about throwing himself at me, if he calls, he'll definitely come running up here like a puppy...

Let him call whomever he wants!

What does it have to do with me?!

Who cares!

Who cares!

"Oh, then go ahead and call me that."

Tong seemed nonchalant, but her tone actually became somewhat strange.

Min Moyou saw it all, and it seemed that his efforts had paid off.

Speaking of which...

We haven't even met the six assassins from the Min clan yet.

Minmoyou was quite curious.

Why don't we just call them out and let them meet?

"nightingale?"

Minmo called out softly.

"what?"

Tong was very confused. What did he just say?

But Tong's doubts quickly turned into shock:

Under the lamplight, Min Moyou's shadow suddenly resembled a muddy pool with stones thrown in, rippling outwards in deep waves.

Immediately, a dark figure emerged from it with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the figure was kneeling on one knee with its head bowed, respectfully prostrating itself before Min Moyou.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

A crisp, cool female voice came from the mouth of a capable woman dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit and wearing a black and brown patterned bird-beak mask.

She has a great figure, a pleasant voice, and a respectful attitude.

Minmoyou is very satisfied.

“Raise your head and take off your mask.”

"Yes, Master."

The woman called Nightingale decisively removed her mask and raised her head so that Min Moyou could properly examine her face.

With willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a sharp gaze, she is a classic mature and beautiful woman.

Min Moyou was even more satisfied, her eyes filled with a smile as she freely surveyed Nightingale's alluring face.

Tong's expression changed repeatedly.

First came shock—wait, he can actually conjure up a dragon's offspring?

Now Tong understands why Min Moyou was so confident when she told him that the room was affected by the Dragon Domain—he probably thought she was a fool and was just playing with her.

Then came fear—Oh no, that woman seems to listen to him, and she seems stronger than me. Is he going to try and force us?!

It's going to be bad...

Ke Tong saw that Min Moyou's attention was focused on the nightingale, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief—she was probably just called over to help him undress.

Without saying a word, Tong lowered her head again and pretended to be a dove, hoping that Min Moyou wouldn't notice her.

But how could Min Moyou let her have her way?

"Don't you say you don't know how to take off your clothes?"

Min Moyou shifted her attention from the nightingale to Tong.

"nightingale."

"My subordinate is here."

"Go and teach her how to undress me."

"Yes!"

Tong froze for a second—No? ??? You mean this "help me"?

But in that split second, Nightingale lunged forward, quickly getting behind Tong before she could react, and pressed a short dagger against Tong's waist.

Hitomi felt the sharp sensation from her lower back, and the undisguised, intense Yin-attribute dragon power emanating from Nightingale, and inwardly roared:

What's going on? Is this how you teach? You call this teaching?!

However, being weaker and without her weapon, Tong dared not act rashly—she was still young, and she wasn't thinking of anything drastic; she truly didn't want to die...

And so, Tong froze on the spot, forcing a dry laugh.

"Oh dear~ Young Master, what are you doing~"

"Um... could you move the knife away a little bit, sister behind me? I'm worried you might accidentally slip it, right...?"

Minmo You also smiled, clearly much happier than Tong.

"I specifically asked someone to 'help me'! To teach you! Ah~ how about it, aren't you touched?"

Pupil: I dare not move; I cannot be moved at all.

Min Moyou walked up to Tong—this time Tong dared not back down.

But she spoke to the nightingale behind Hitomi.

"Nightingale, what do you think? Do you think she's learned it?"

The nightingale gave an irrelevant answer:

“Master, in my opinion, this scoundrel is ungrateful and disrespectful, and has repeatedly offended you. He is simply outrageous! He should be swiftly and decisively killed, skinned alive, and used as a warning to others.”

"Hey! No—"

Tong immediately cried out in panic—"Am I some kind of sinful person?!"

Is it really necessary?!

It's over! It's over!

It's a life-or-death crisis!

This is bad!

But how could Tong, who was born of the dragon, be willing to entrust his life and death to someone else?

Seeing Min Moyou's expression as if he were seriously considering Nightingale's thoughts, Tong panicked...

Eh?

We have a plan!

He's only ten or twenty centimeters away from me right now. I'm still a dragon prince, while he's just an ordinary person...

Although the woman behind us was a little stronger than us, she wasn't that much stronger...

At this distance, what if we suddenly attack—!

If we control him, wouldn't we be able to use the emperor to command the feudal lords?

You were the one who acted ruthlessly first, weren't you?!

Then don't blame us for being ruthless!

Tong's body suddenly tensed, her eyes locking onto Min Moyou—but ultimately, lacking professional training, her intentions were immediately detected by Nightingale.

"Humph."

Nightingale snorted coldly, and in an instant, five dragon curse auras, no weaker than Nightingale's, locked onto Tong from different directions, scaring Tong so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.

what! ?

Long Yin, who is stronger than us, has six people by his side?!

Now we've really made a fool of ourselves...

Hitomi's heart was already in turmoil:

Boss Shen! Master Du!

We're terrified!

We miss you all!

It seems we've gotten ourselves into trouble...

Moreover, Tong could clearly sense that one of the auras was particularly intense in its killing intent, as if it would tear her to pieces the moment Tong made the slightest move...

Tong racked her brains but couldn't figure out what she had done wrong to make the other person so eager to kill her...

(In the shadows, the hot-tempered peacock had only two thoughts:)

1. Move? Why aren't you moving? You damn fool, just move already! I've wanted to kill you for ages!

2. Why wasn't I summoned by the master?! If I had been summoned, I would have cut you down the moment I appeared, then undressed the master, and then... wouldn't that have been wonderful?!

The nightingale played the bad cop, while Min Moyou played the good cop, adopting a compassionate expression and slightly shaking his head to indicate his rejection of the nightingale's suggestion:

"What can I do but be compassionate? I still want to give her another chance."

Just like when Min Moyou first met Tong, he pinched her chin, lifted her head, and looked her in the eye.

"And now? Can you take off your clothes?"

"Don't be impulsive! I... it's not like I can't learn... hehe..."

..............

[Congratulations, host! You have increased your "domineering CEO" persona by 2% by using force to subdue others. Your "natural" persona has increased by 30%.]

[Gained role-playing enhancement reward: Fictional - Qinmin District · Min Family Background Initially materialized.]