Dance Of The Dragons

Supreme General Zhang Fengxi lay on his bed on his side. Although the pose he struck suggested that he was trying to appear seductive, the gloomy expression across his face barely matched his body language.

The alpha tiger could barely believe his luck.

First the children.

Then the brother/superior/ruler of the entire realm.

What’s next??

Would the husband come last?

Zhang Fengxi watered his bloody heart with tears.

Xie Jianyu, you are too ruthless!

But then a conversation nearby made his ears perk up in full attention.

"Master, you have returned," Mingyu happily greeted Xie Jianyu, who was climbing down from Wangshu’s back.

"En. Is everything alright when I was away?"