"Sigh, thank goodness we don't have kids. If these children were making such a ruckus, I would definitely break their tails." Yin Chen sighed as he scooped up some of the filth floating in the room and put it into a garbage bag.

As he bent down to tie the trash bag, Long Xun suddenly leaned in from behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed his back against his chest. His deep, cool, pleasant voice whispered in his ear, "Will you blame me?"

They don't have children. If he hadn't been so reluctant to wait, maybe they would have one.

Yin Chen paused slightly, then smiled and shook his head: "What are you thinking? It's good enough that you're by my side. Besides, the reason I can't have children... is because my body is too old."

No matter how strong one appears on the outside, one's inner self has become so old that one has lost the ability to reproduce and even... that kind of ability.

Long Xun didn't speak, but gently turned him around and kissed him. Yin Chen, as always, quickly and passionately stretched out his arms to meet him.

But that's all we can do.

As they lay embracing on the bed, Yin Chen suddenly closed his eyes and asked, "A-Xun, when are you leaving this time?"

Long Xun didn't speak, but slowly lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Yin Chen lying in his arms.

When they met again after the war, Long Xun knew that Yin Chen had obtained some fragmented memories of the superhuman Yin Chen, the emperor Yin Chen, and the original Yin Chen. Unfortunately, he only recovered a few scattered bits and pieces, which were all mixed together. For Yin Chen, who did not understand the human race, the only use of those memories was to make him vaguely understand that the dragon he loved in each of his lives had a special responsibility.

He cannot stay in one world for too long.

However, Long Xun had been here for a hundred years. At first, Yin Chen didn't dare to ask for fear that he would leave, but now he felt that he was probably nearing the end of his lifespan, so he became more open-minded and naturally asked.

"After you." Long Xun gently patted his back, as if coaxing a child, his voice so soft that it gave the illusion that he was being very gentle at that moment.

Yin Chen's long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings as she looked at her closed eyes and asked, "But, won't you be sad?"

Long Xun remained silent for a moment, his arms unconsciously tightening slightly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Long Xun was as honest as ever, so honest that sometimes hurt Yu.

Yin Chen's expression darkened slightly, but Long Xun's soft, deep, seemingly gentle voice drifted into the space.

"But if I leave first, you will be sad."

He paused, then added, "He's more upset than me."

A tingling, warm, and swollen sensation, a little painful, a little sour, a little astringent, but mostly sweet, welled up from the bottom of my heart all the way to my eyes, as if it would overflow as liquid.

Yin Chen nestled into his arms, his golden fishtail gently patting his calf, and he laughed like a fool.