Luo Qingchuan suddenly remembered: Chen Yanyu shouldn’t have made her move at this time.

Could Lu Chuning be hinting that I harmed her?

Wait… that doesn’t add up.

No one knew Chen Yanyu was the one who wielded the lightning art.

Besides me, only Lu Chuning knew her identity… Luo Qingchuan’s gaze lingered on the girl before him.

He was certain—Lu Chuning would never leak it.

She wasn’t a bad person. Quite the opposite: despite her high status, Lu Chuning carried deep responsibility.

Petite frame, rock-solid reliability.

Even if it did leak… few in this world could actually defeat or capture a dragon.

Even reclusive masters like the three-hundred-year-old Lu Wu, or figures of Lu Chuning’s standing, wouldn’t dare offend the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea.

So even if Chen Yanyu couldn’t beat the thugs, she could simply transform and vanish into the sky.

Then…

Was Lu Chuning warning him not to scheme against Chen Yanyu? Afraid he’d deceive her? Luo Qingchuan’s tension eased.

He trusted his own character. If attraction was involved…

It wouldn’t be about skinning or bones—it’d be about something else entirely.

“There’s a rumor,” Lu Chuning began, “that centuries ago, a dragon yearning for freedom risked everything to escape the Dragon Palace. She was betrayed by a wicked woman she loved—tricked into giving up her heart, her liver… even her eyes. Since then, not a single dragon has emerged from the Eastern Sea.”

She dropped the bombshell with a playful smirk: “So last night’s lightning art was used by a dragon? Truly shocking! After all these years… a second dragon has finally appeared.”

She covered her mouth delicately, eyes crinkling. “Do you think our little dragon sister might follow her family’s tragic path?”

Luo Qingchuan’s heart hammered, but his face stayed perfectly innocent. “Really?”

“Love? Tsk tsk… terrifying. I’ll keep my distance.”

Lu Chuning’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

“Alright, that’s enough. You may go.”

“Just like that?” Su Yingsnow was utterly lost.

She’d heard of last night’s lightning beam—but never imagined it involved the legendary dragon clan.

Glancing at Luo Qingchuan, she saw he looked just as bewildered.

Lu Chuning smiled. “You’re students. I’ll send cultivation files. Message me anytime—video call if needed.”

Su Yingsnow’s cherry lips parted slightly in surprise.

Luo Qingchuan blinked. “No wonder it’s the Spiritual Energy Revival era—so modern!”

“I’m busy with a case these days. Once wrapped up, I’ll personally guide you two… especially you, Luo Qingchuan.”

“Why?” he asked cautiously. “What’s special about me?”

“Your aptitude is *particularly* poor,” Lu Chuning chuckled. “So I’ll have to supervise your progress closely.”

A metaphorical black line flashed across Luo Qingchuan’s forehead. “Then why take me as your disciple?”

Lu Chuning pondered, then grinned. “Same reason: you’re good-looking.”

Luo Qingchuan’s vision dimmed. *Who believes that?!*

Su Yingsnow’s eyes clouded with displeasure.

…But she did.

Lu Chuning’s petite form lifted gently into the air.

Luo Qingchuan’s eyes drifted—unintentionally—to the swaying hem of her dress, legs pale as jade, dainty feet in tiny heels.

She zipped back, flicking his forehead with a mischievous grin. “Staring at what? Aren’t your girlfriend’s legs enough?”

“No!” He clutched his forehead, wounded. “Teacher Lu just *flew*—I was shocked!”

He truly had no ulterior thoughts. So wronged.

Su Yingsnow blinked in confusion, then shot him a reproachful glare.

“Bye-bye, big brother, big sister~”

*Whoosh.* Lu Chuning vanished.

A sour taste filled Luo Qingchuan’s mouth.

*How… how is she so obsessed with acting cute?! Addicted?!*

Snapping back, he saw Su Yingsnow smiling—soft, gentle.

“Want to see?” she asked.

“What…?”

“Legs.”

He shook his head instantly.

“Don’t want to?” Her fine black brows furrowed.

“Want to!”

“*Want to?*” She bit her lip, teasing. “So you *were* staring? Teacher Lu’s so petite… do you like that type? A lolicon?”

“No no no absolutely not—”

His head spun.

How could the usually serene Su Yingsnow turn so fiercely dominant the moment she teased him?!

“What *do* you want to see?”

She leaned in, backing him against a tree.

*Tap.*

Her hand pressed beside his face.

Pinned against the tree?!

His mind went blank.

Staring at her snow-pale, breathtaking face so close…

He suddenly understood Chen Yanyu.

So he pulled her in and kissed her—gently capturing a hint of warmth.

She flinched, whimpered softly, then melted. Her supple body pressed flush against his, burning hot.

Her long lashes fluttered; her sweet tongue slipped past his lips. Sugary, teasing, relentless. He met her fervor without hesitation. Neither yielded.

Afraid of being seen, she pushed him away after a breathless moment.

Smiling shyly, she wiped moisture from his lip with a slender finger—then licked her own corner.

“Let’s go back,” she said calmly, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

Luo Qingchuan nodded gently as they walked toward the teaching building.

“Can I go home with you tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll walk you… Hm?”

He asked carefully, “You mean… *you* coming to *my* place?”

“Exactly.”

Her clear eyes held his, voice soft. “You don’t want to?”

A deep autumn chill seeped into his skin.

“Of course I do,” he said readily.

Her faint smile faded. Loneliness flickered in her eyes.

Head lowered, voice like wind: “Last night… I argued with my parents.”

“Why?”

“They found the phone you gave me. They dislike you. Told me to leave.” A bittersweet smile. “Said I’m destined for immortality—how could I be held back by an ordinary boy?”

Luo Qingchuan fell silent.

After the Spiritual Energy Revival, Su Yingsnow’s talent made *him* the one reaching upward.

Wealth meant little now.

Like a celestial daughter from the Primordial Epoch—untouched by dust—loving a worldly second-gen heir felt impossible.

Understandable.

The wind grew heavy. Hard to breathe.

“Stay at my place tonight,” he said plainly—and honestly, happily. “Let Yingsnow taste my cooking.”

“What cooking?”

“I’ve mastered two signature dishes,” he said confidently, patting his chest. “I’ll treat our guest perfectly.”

Her cheeks flushed elegantly. She murmured, “You don’t *look* like a cook.”

His eyes softened. “Take me to your home once. I’ve got redeeming qualities.”

“No.” She smiled brightly, steps light. “Too soon. Later.”

His confidence crumbled.

He couldn’t exactly shout *“The tides turn—never scorn the humble youth!”*

After all… he’d basically “snatched” their prized daughter. He was in the wrong.

Wait… wasn’t the “cabbage” the one who came after *him*?

Time slipped like shadow. Dusk settled as they exited the school gate.

Students kept glancing at Su Yingsnow’s graceful silhouette.

She deliberately held his hand, a gentle smile on her lively face.

On the way, Luo Qingchuan bought fresh veggies and meat for the fridge.

As for Chen Yanyu—

She’d already returned to the hotel.

Earlier, Luo Qingchuan received her message:

The little dragon girl, clumsy with the washing machine, had cleansed his shirt with magic.

She’d sent a chibi dragon girl image: blue-eyed loli with tiny horns, plump stubby legs—utterly captivating.

Chen Yanyu: [Luo Qingchuan, Luo Qingchuan! Look quick! 2D is so cute, nya~!]

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