Even when he’s a rogue, he’s more refined than Dorian—unlike Dorian, who’ll shamelessly do anything in public.
At worst, he only does such things behind closed doors with Serena.
"Yes, yes, yes, you’re much better than Dorian." Still, comparing Ninth Royal Uncle to Dorian—even if he’s a level above him—really isn’t anything to brag about.
Serena Feng was completely stunned. She never imagined Ninth Royal Uncle would pull something like this right in the middle of a serious conversation. She honestly didn’t know how to react.
Nolan Dongling leaned in, gently nuzzling and licking Serena’s earlobe. “Serena, what do you think we should do?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
He was clearly asking about serious business, but Ninth Royal Uncle’s tone was drenched in romance and ambiguity. The whole carriage seemed filled with pink bubbles.
As usual, Dorian rode up on horseback, glancing at Ninth Royal Uncle and then at Serena, looking puzzled.
Sweat... Being compared to Dorian, Ninth Royal Uncle felt utterly wronged. He’d only wanted to cheer Serena up since she looked so troubled.
"Why are you staring at us?" Serena was baffled by Dorian’s gaze—especially since he was blocking their way. Sure, Dorian did this every day, but today he stared longer and his eyes were especially strange.
Nolan Dongling laughed and caught Serena in his arms, taking advantage not only with his hands but also with his words. “Serena, why are you so proactive today? Are you complaining I’ve neglected you lately?”
He finished with an exaggeratedly ambiguous look at Serena—his eyes said it all...
Serena shot Dorian a hard glare and ignored him, walking around his horse without a word.
Honestly, talking to Dorian is a waste of time—you never know when he’s being serious and when he’s just playing dumb...
"Smack—" Serena slapped away the hand that was misbehaving on her body. "Your claws need to behave too."
He was practically groping her—how was that behaving?
"I’m very well-behaved. You must be mistaken, Madam." With that, he left his hand pressed against Serena’s left breast, not moving at all: "See? I’m being perfectly motionless."
She couldn’t out-argue him, couldn’t break free. Seeing Nolan’s solemn face, Serena couldn’t help but burst out laughing: “You’ve spent too much time with Dorian Owen. You’re starting to pick up his shameless tricks.”
Sweat... Being compared to Dorian Owen, Nolan Dongling felt utterly wronged. He’d only wanted to cheer Serena up since she looked so troubled.
Still, seeing Serena’s angry-yet-cute reaction, he figured, fine, let her compare him to Dorian Owen if she wants.
"Ahem..." Ninth Royal Uncle cleared his throat and said seriously, "I am not on the same level as Doudou."
Even if he was a rogue, Nolan Dongling was a much higher-class rogue than Dorian Owen—he’d never do shameless things out in public like Dorian did.
At worst, he’d only do such things behind closed doors with Serena.
"Yes, yes, yes, you’re much better than Dorian Owen." Still, comparing Nolan Dongling to Dorian—even if he’s a level above him—really isn’t anything to brag about.
Nolan Dongling’s lips twitched—he realized he’d said the wrong thing and probably wouldn’t win this round, so he switched topics without hesitation.
"Serena, I’m talking business with you. Why bring up Dorian Owen? Serena, tell me, do you have a plan?" Faking illness is out of the question—it’s too weak and would only raise suspicion.
Earlier, Nolan Dongling had already come up with a plan—not perfect, but reliable enough. He asked Serena for her thoughts, partly to prove he’s not a scoundrel like Dorian Owen, and partly because...
Nolan Dongling knew Serena perfectly. One question and she was lost in thought, half-lying in his arms, totally unaware of her surroundings, focused only on finding a workable solution.
Nolan Dongling smiled, resting his chin on Serena’s forehead as he quietly held her, letting her think.
Just like always, Dorian Owen rode up on horseback, glancing at Nolan Dongling and then at Serena, his eyes full of confusion.
"Why are you staring at us?" Serena was baffled by Dorian Owen’s gaze—especially since he was blocking their way. Sure, Dorian did this every day, but today he stared longer and his eyes were especially strange.
Dorian Owen couldn’t come up with anything to say. Seeing Serena’s fierce glare, he muttered, "Can’t I look? Or were you two doing bad things in the carriage?"