The sun is rising rapidly, spilling light across the calm forest, but Xuan Long couldn't calm down.
He sat in front of a flowing river, his emerald eyes half narrowed, his tail slowly swaying behind him, a clear sign that he was angry.
That fox… that cunning Rong Ye.
He could still hear his words echoing in his mind that shameless, smug tone when he dared to say he would warm their female.
Just remembering it made Xuan Long's scales prickle.
He had almost lost control right there. His blood had boiled, and his instincts had screamed to strike, to silence that arrogant mouth forever.
If Su Qinglan hadn't been there, he might have done it.
But then he thought of her, the way she smiled at them, the way she looked at him with those soft eyes.
If he killed the fox, she would be sad. Maybe she would even hate him.
And that… he could never allow.
So he swallowed his fury, forced it down his throat like bitter fruit, and let the fox live.
But then… Rong Ye just had to go too far.
