Gujiajia had been restless all week.

Watching Luo Shiyā and Su Qingshan grow closer sent waves of urgency crashing through her.

Su Qingshan was the Dark Dragon!

A dangerous, wicked, overwhelmingly powerful being!

Yet now she was getting unusually close to an ordinary human girl.

Dark Dragons were cunning. Luo Shiyā might be bold, but she was still an innocent girl fresh out of society—easily fooled by the dragon’s disguise.

This couldn’t continue!

Gujiajia shot to her feet, face set in stern resolve.

Their cultivator conflicts must never drag ordinary people into the fray.

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Afternoon sunlight streamed through the café window, spilling over vibrant pink roses. Dewdrops clung to fragrant lilies, filling the air with an intoxicating sweetness.

Her ink-black hair lay perfectly still down her back.

The barista couldn’t help but sneak admiring glances, heart-shaped sparkles practically in her eyes.

Even in an oversized dress, Gujiajia’s mature figure commanded attention.

Her stunning, dignified face radiated poised warmth.

*Who could be worth waiting for, for someone so elegant?*

*Ding-ding…*

The wind chime jingled—new customers arrived.

A pink-haired beauty took a seat. Her refined aura blended with a fiery figure, the school uniform adding youthful charm.

"Big sister," Luo Shiyā’s voice was honeyed, her jade-pale face flawless, crimson lips full, peach-colored eyes pure and bright. Her clean smile softened her elegance. "If you invited me just for coffee, you could’ve saved your money."

Gujiajia stared, reluctantly acknowledging her beauty.

A beauty worn with such unshakable confidence—even her curves were displayed without shame.

Watching such freedom, Gujiajia felt a flicker of envy.

Guilt tightened her chest.

*This feels wrong. Like I’m betraying her honesty.*

But she was only protecting Luo Shiyā!

Swallowing her discomfort, Gujiajia laid out her warning.

"Hah!" Luo Shiyā scoffed, arms crossed. "Big sister, really? Why should I stay away from little Qingshan?"

*Just as I thought. This ‘invitation’ had ulterior motives.*

"I mean you no harm. She’s unlike anyone you’ve ever met. She’s dangerous. I’m worried for your safety."

Gujiajia’s dark, deep-set eyes held sincerity. Her untouched beauty was breathtaking even without makeup.

Yet this dignified woman was seriously telling her to avoid a college junior?

"Face it, big sister—you just want Qingshan all to yourself. Don’t hide behind noble excuses."

Luo Shiyā dismissed the warning with a curl of her lip.

Panic flashed in Gujiajia’s eyes; her face paled.

*It’s not like that!*

Before she could explain, Luo Shiyā leaned in close.

Their bodies pressed together, curves merging.

Warm breath ghosted over Gujiajia’s ear as crimson lips whispered:

"Gujiajia, listen well. She’s *mine* now. Your little tricks? They’re far too green for my eyes."

Heat seared Gujiajia’s ear, spreading down her spine like liquid fire.

She felt every degree of Luo Shiyā’s body heat against her own.

Then—a nimble hand slid along her waist, climbing higher from the side.

Gujiajia went limp, strength draining away, cheeks burning.

*Heh heh…*

The light laugh ignited fresh flames.

Luo Shiyā pulled back, leaving with effortless swagger.

Gujiajia bit her lip, the lingering warmth making her ache with emptiness.

She was no match for this fox.

Worse—the traitorous reaction of her own body drowned her in shame.

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If reasoning with the fox failed, Gujiajia had no choice but to confront Su Qingshan directly.

*Stay away from ordinary people? What nonsense is this?*

Su Qingshan actually paused to self-reflect.

At school, she was the untouchable ice queen—admired from afar but rarely approached. Only Senior Luo dared speak freely.

At work, interactions never strayed beyond professional duty.

*Where does big sister even get these wild ideas?*

"Su Qingshan!" Gujiajia planted her hands on her hips, voice sharp. "I’m being serious! If you have schemes, aim them at *me*—not innocent ordinary students! Stop using your seductive tricks on them!"

*Innocent ordinary students?*

*She means Luo Shiyā?*

*Her? Ordinary?!*

*And ‘aim at me’—is she saying ‘seduce me instead of Senior Luo’?*

*When have I ever seduced anyone? Senior Luo’s the one drooling over me daily!*

Su Qingshan couldn’t be bothered explaining. Big sister always overthought things. It didn’t affect her anyway.

She gave a perfunctory nod, eyes glazed: "Noted."

*Today’s heroines are unusually bold.*

First, Luo Shiyā "accidentally" engineered a photoshoot to force a kiss—and flipped the script.

Now Gujiajia was ordering her around like a subordinate.

*Don’t they know I’m a minor boss-level villain? Do I have no dignity?*

*Even as heroines, show some respect.*

Gujiajia saw only careless indifference. Had the Dark Dragon even heard her?

Fury simmered beneath her calm exterior. Her expression remained serene, but her gaze turned dangerously cold.

The dragon had been well-behaved—charitable, kind to her and the children. Gujiajia had hoped her nature wasn’t entirely evil.

Perhaps her draconic instincts just needed gentle guidance.

That’s why she’d avoided harsh measures.

But this dismissive attitude to a serious warning?

*Have I been too soft?*

Maybe stricter control was needed. Confinement. Discipline.

Only then could the dragon suppress her evil instincts.

If the Dark Dragon refused to heed warnings and kept ensnaring ordinary humans…

Stronger action was required. Something unforgettable.

*How do you stop a wayward bird from flying?*

*Lock it in a cage.*

*Still disobedient? Break its wings.*

*No… I couldn’t bear to hurt it.*

*Then… bind it.*

But first—a proper lesson. Let her understand the cost of defiance.