In this vibrant world, no one would be willing to stay in a house, especially a rebellious teenager.

The pitch-black night, like a vast, mysterious piece of black silk, covered this fantastical forest. The bright moonlight provided a glimmer of light, and the graceful dance of fireflies, their graceful arcs adding a touch of brightness and beauty to the night.

In the quiet forest, through the hazy light, one could glimpse a young man dressed in gorgeous black and gold attire, lying on his back on a thick, broad branch. Moonlight filtered through the dense, lush branches of the towering ancient tree overhead, dotting his handsome face with the light of a dazzling star.

The moonlight seemed to favor the handsome boy, lingering on his face for a long time.

"Trampling"

The sound of trampling leaves coming from far away was particularly clear in the quiet night, not to mention that the boy had extraordinary hearing.

As the man approached, the boy, who had been in a casual posture, couldn't help but stiffen slightly, and his crossed legs became a little stiff in an instant.

He soon realized that his reaction might be too obvious, and tried to force himself to relax, but the worry and tension in his heart were always difficult to completely conceal.

"Lord Ye Feng." The cold voice carried a familiar helpless tone.

Ye's body was completely frozen. He took a deep breath but did not stand up. His sharp phoenix eyes just stared at the leaves above his head, his mind empty.

A tall and straight young man in green clothes was holding a warm yellow lantern and approaching him with a warm light.

"Don't bother me." Ye's voice was hoarse and he closed his eyes tightly.

He always showed tenderness towards Zhao Zhao. Even when his inner irritation reached its peak, he kept his tone extremely low, so that his words did not sound like a threat, but rather sounded particularly aggrieved.

Zhao Zhao's emerald green eyes flickered slightly. Over the years, Ye had felt wronged only a few times.

There was no sound from under the tree for a long time, but he knew Zhao Zhao was still standing there.

"sieve."

"tread."

Ye was too young and still very impetuous. Not long after, he fell from the tree and landed in front of Zhao Zhao.

"Did you finally have time to come to me after you coaxed Yue?"

He had a fight with Yue again this afternoon, but this time he "ran away from home" for most of the day before he saw Zhao Zhao.

The black-clad boy had dark, sharp eyes. The once arrogant and irritable boy had become less and less fond of smiling as time went by.

Zhao Zhao looked away and said, "Master Yue Feng is injured."

"He deserves it!" Ye couldn't help but roar, facing the young man, his voice trembling unconsciously.

Suddenly, he took a step forward, and before Zhao Zhao could step back, he suddenly bent down and got into his arms.

The fragrance of green grass moved with the wind and lingered at Zhao Zhao's nose. Zhao Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the Phoenix Master in his arms, who was already much taller than him. He raised his fingers and then put them down in hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Ye couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had been so close to him.

Zhao Zhao wasn't used to it for a while.

The scent on Ye's body changed, no longer the familiar milky scent of a cub.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but laugh. The smell of milk from a cub? This was a memory from a long, long time ago.

Compared to Yue, Ye is usually serious and keeps everyone away. His subjects and servants are all very afraid of him.

No one approaches him on ordinary days, even Zhao Zhao, who always treats Ye in a businesslike manner.

"Why do you like Yue more?" Taking advantage of the night, Ye rarely revealed some emotions. He said this again with grievance after decades.

He never understood why Zhao Zhao was closer to Yue than him, even though he and Zhao Zhao had been together for fifty years longer.

He has been very obedient and has been working hard to be a good Phoenix Master over the years.

"No, I don't like anyone more." In the darkness, Zhao Zhao's lips curled slightly: "Yue was injured today."

Ye's long legs bent, and his aggrieved expression disappeared when he heard the words. Just as he was about to bare his teeth, he heard Zhao Zhao's gentle tone and asked, "How about you? Are you hurt?"

"You walked too fast today. I didn't notice. We are all worried about your health."

Ye automatically ignored Zhao Zhao's mention of "we" and felt elated: "Are you worried about...me?"

He didn't expect that Zhao Zhao would worry about his health.

He thought that Zhao Zhao only had eyes for Lord Feng and Yue.