At midnight, the old castle was steeped in a deathly silence. Moonlight spilled through the mottled windowpanes, casting light upon the shadowy corridor.

A long, slender, pale hand gently pushed open the door to Su Yaoyao’s room, which let out a faint CREAK.

Noah stepped inside, his movements light and nearly soundless, like a phantom in the night.

He wore a black silk robe, its collar slightly agape, revealing his delicate collarbones. His long purple hair shimmered under the moonlight with a cool sheen.

Noah went straight to Su Yaoyao’s bed and gently lay down.

He turned slightly to face Su Yaoyao, a gentle yet mysterious smile on his lips.

He then parted his lips and blew gently toward Su Yaoyao. A plume of pale purple smoke drifted slowly from his mouth, spreading out like a weightless veil until it gradually enveloped her.

Unaware, Su Yaoyao inhaled the strangely fragrant smoke. Already asleep, her breathing deepened, and she sank into a profound slumber.

Noah reached out, gently wrapping an arm around Su Yaoyao’s waist and drawing her closer into his embrace.

At the same time, several slender tentacles emerged from behind him. Like living things, they coiled tightly around Su Yaoyao from every direction. Their movements, though seemingly gentle, held an inescapable strength.

Noah held Su Yaoyao tightly, his tentacles clinging gently to her body as if to express his endless longing.

He lowered his head slightly, nuzzling his nose against her hair and taking a deep breath of its fragrance. A look of rapture spread across his face.

"Sister, do you know how much I’ve missed you?" he murmured, his voice as soft as a dream, nearly inaudible in the silent room.

He lived in the old castle too, but he’d been deliberately avoiding Yaoyao to create opportunities for Mingye to be alone with her.

Noah’s tentacles began to slide slowly along her arms and waist, gently caressing her skin.

Delicate and cool to the touch, they felt almost electric, leaving a trail of strange sensations on her skin.

Though deeply asleep, Su Yaoyao seemed to sense the unfamiliar touch. Her brow furrowed slightly, her lips trembled, and a faint whimper escaped her.

At the sound of her whimper, Noah’s body stiffened. A complex look flickered in his eyes—a mixture of desire and restraint.

’He knew Su Yaoyao was unaware of what was happening. He shouldn’t be taking advantage of her like this.’

But his feelings for Su Yaoyao were a surging tide that threatened to drown his reason. He fought to suppress his impulses, but his tentacles continued their uncontrolled, gentle exploration of her body.

"Sister..." Noah whispered again, his voice laced with a plea. "Can’t you spoil me a little, too?"

He gazed at Su Yaoyao’s sleeping face. Her closed eyes and slightly pouted lips looked so captivating in the moonlight.

Noah gently raised a hand, his fingertips lightly tracing the contours of her brows, the bridge of her nose, and the curve of her lips, his touch as delicate as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

"Sister, will you hate me for this?" Noah asked softly, though he knew the sleeping Su Yaoyao couldn’t answer. "I was just trying to push you and Mingye together, to get you to focus some of your attention on us. But now you only have eyes for your Beast Husbands, and it makes me so angry."

Then he lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss fell upon her lips as lightly as a feather, filled with both caution and a profound longing.

His own lips trembled. The kiss was saturated with all the emotions he had suppressed for so long.

At first, it was just a light touch, savoring the warmth of her lips as if tasting the world’s finest wine.

Gradually, Noah’s kiss grew more ardent. He parted his lips, his tongue tentatively probing the seam of her own, desperate for a deeper intimacy.

In her sleep, Su Yaoyao seemed to sense this ardor and whimpered again. The sound was like a signal to Noah, unleashing his emotions like a bursting dam.

Noah’s arms pulled Su Yaoyao tighter, and his tentacles instinctively coiled more securely around her, as if trying to merge her with his very being.

His kiss grew more frantic. His tongue entwined with hers, plundering greedily as his breathing became ragged and chaotic.

Su Yaoyao’s body shifted in his arms, as if trying to break free from the fervent embrace, but in her deep slumber, she was limp and powerless.

While kissing her, Noah whispered by her ear, "Sister, I love you so much..." As his emotions poured out, his kisses trailed from her lips, down her chin, and onto the slender column of her neck.

He nipped gently at her skin, leaving faint marks with every movement—an act of both supreme tenderness and madness.

In her sleep, Su Yaoyao’s brows knitted as she let out a series of broken whimpers, but Noah, as if possessed, was lost in his love for her, unable to pull himself away.

His tentacles continued their journey across her body, their touch eliciting tremors from her wherever they passed.

After what felt like an eternity, Noah finally stopped. He raised his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Su Yaoyao’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips. His eyes were a mix of fascination and guilt.

’He knew he had lost some control tonight, but when it came to Su Yaoyao, he found it impossible to restrain the passion that burned like a fire within him.’

"Sister, I’m sorry..." Noah whispered, his voice catching with a sob.

He gently caressed her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. To him, she was as beautiful as a dream fairy, a sight that made him feel both captivated and pained.

A complex light shone in Noah’s eyes—a deep love for Su Yaoyao, but also self-reproach and confusion over his own actions.

Noah leaned close to Su Yaoyao’s ear, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he whispered, "Sister, good night. Sweet dreams." His voice was deep and magnetic, as if laced with some bewitching magic.

In the world of her dreams, Su Yaoyao once again felt herself being entwined, as if bound by some invisible force.

She struggled to open her eyes, only to find herself looking at Mingye’s green snake form once more.

The green snake’s body was long and smooth, shimmering with a cool, faint light. Its tail was coiled tightly around her, the pressure perfectly calibrated—not enough to cause pain, yet making escape impossible.

The snake’s dark green eyes watched her with unnerving awareness, its gaze seemingly filled with endless desire. It then slowly flicked out its bright red, forked tongue. The instant before it could touch her lips, Mingye transformed into his human form.

"Yaoyao..." Mingye’s voice was low and hoarse, sounding as if it came from far away, yet it was so very real.