Deviant: No Longer Human

[A/N: This chapter was posted early by error and bridges Wang Xiao's return from the Graveyard of Gods to Xianthera. Skip it and the previous chapter to continue with the main story. You can read them later if you wish.]

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In another place!

A woman sat gracefully on the floor of her study, her legs folded beneath her as she sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup.

The soft light from the evening sun streamed through the open balcony, casting a warm glow on her silver hair, which cascaded like a river of light over her shoulders and down her back.

She was a vision of elegance—ethereal, with beautiful eyes that carried a distant melancholy, as if she were forever lost in thoughts of a world beyond this one.

Wang Xiao watched her from the shadows near the entrance, momentarily captivated by the sight before him.

'She's still as beautiful... doesn't looked aged at all,' he thought, unable to help himself.

The years had only refined her beauty, making her appear both timeless and untouchable.

In fact, this was the first time he had seen timeless beauty.

Previously, he had only met others briefly, but with Eleanor, he had stayed for years. For her, it had been nearly two decades, while for him, it had been over a decade.

People often treasure what they can't easily obtain.

Her gown, a flowing piece of fabric that clung perfectly to her hourglass figure, left a impression over him.

The majestic twin mountain peaks over her chest, the smoothness of her slender waist, and the soft, delicate skin of her long legs that peeked out from beneath the fabric.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but let his eyes linger, trailing from her graceful neck down to the bare skin of her thighs, imagining—just for a moment—how she would look in black lace.

The image of her dressed like that, the contrast of dark, sensual fabric against her porcelain skin, stirred something within him, something primal.

A grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'She would look perfect.'

He stepped into the room, his presence finally announced by the soft rustle of his clothes.

Eleanor, without turning, spoke softly, her voice like a gentle breeze, "You are back."

"Miss me?" Wang Xiao replied, a teasing edge to his voice as he approached her, though his mind was still half-lost in the image of her in that lace.

But then again, it wasn't the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind.

He'd always found Eleanor to be more than just another pretty face.

There was an untouchable quality to her that made her even more desirable.

"A bit," she answered, finally turning her gaze toward him.

Her crystal eyes met his, cool and distant, yet there was a flicker of something warmer beneath the surface.

Wang Xiao's lips curled into a slight smile. "Surprised that I brought guests? How about it—do some of your weird rules say you must kill the outsiders?"

Her expression didn't change, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. "It does," she replied calmly, as though discussing the weather.

"Oh?" Wang Xiao arched an eyebrow, truly entertained by the idea.

"It doesn't matter," Eleanor continued, "It's your home as much as it's mine... If you want to bring people, it's your wish."

Wang Xiao paused, his eyes studying her, a bitter feeling creeping into his chest. "You haven't changed at all..." he murmured, his voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and bitterness.

Eleanor's eyes held his steadily, a myriad of emotions swirling beneath that calm exterior. "Change isn't always necessary," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Some things are meant to remain as they are."

Wang Xiao didn't respond immediately, instead allowing his gaze to sweep over her, taking in every detail—the way her gown hugged her curves, the way her silver hair shimmered in the soft light, the way she held herself with such unshakable composure.

Without a word, he moved further into the room, his eyes wandering before finally landing on her bed.

It was the same as he remembered—soft, inviting, with sheets that carried the scent of cherry blossoms.

Without ceremony, he dropped onto it, letting himself sink into the plush mattress.

"The bed is quite soft... Ah... Even the fragrance is good," he remarked, lifting the sheets to his nose and inhaling deeply.

The scent, sweet and delicate, was unmistakably hers.

"..."

Eleanor's smile turned stiff, a faint awkwardness creeping into her otherwise serene demeanor.

This was new, even for him—boldly smelling her sheets, acting as if he owned the place.

But she said nothing, her composed mask slipping back into place as she watched him.

Wang Xiao chuckled internally, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

That's right, Eleanor. He isn't the same anymore.

He almost wanted to tease her more, but he held back, his mind still replaying that image of her in black lace, her pale skin barely hidden beneath, with the graceful and swaying waist.

'… what's gotten into me?' he wondered, though he wasn't sure if he really wanted the answer.

Eleanor finally stood and approached him, her movements graceful, as if she were floating rather than walking.

Her long hair flowed around her, curved brows, straight and small nose, the lips bright red and inviting, as her eyes now more guarded, as if she were bracing herself for what might come next.

"Are you here to take over me?" she asked, her voice as melodic as ever, yet carrying something darker—resignation, perhaps.

Wang Xiao shook his head slightly, still holding the sheet close, the cherry blossom scent filling his senses.

He could read her thoughts easily—she hadn't changed at all.

Her entire existence still revolved around Xianthera.

The thought brought a faint smile to his lips, tinged with both fondness and frustration.

Still the same… still everything is about Xianthera?

Eleanor, mistaking his expression, continued, "Take good care of this place after me..." She spoke as though his actions were inevitable, her voice gentle, accepting of whatever fate awaited her.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

This woman… still, her whole life is just Xianthera… Xianthera and Xianthera.

He almost pitied her, stuck in the same mindset, unable to break free.

A sudden thought crossed his mind—maybe she needed a wake-up call, a good beating, just like Aurora.

Perhaps she wouldn't understand anything until faced with a more direct approach.

'I always wondered if these old women don't understand anything until after a good beating,' he laughed internally, the idea of pushing Eleanor out of her comfort zone growing more tempting by the second.

But instead of acting on that impulse, Wang Xiao simply relaxed into the bed, letting the comfort wash over him.

"..."

Eleanor stood there with a lost expression, her usual calm facade wavering for the first time in what felt like centuries.

He wasn't playing according to the routine at all, and it threw her off balance.

For a moment, she stood in silence, her face a blank mask, her thoughts racing to catch up.

Wang Xiao, noticing her hesitation, sat up on the bed, his eyes on her wide hips as he spoke, "Eleanor, you still don't get it… Your succession rules have nothing to do with me."

"Hm?" Eleanor's violet eyes, usually so composed, blinked in confusion.

This was not the response she had expected.

The succession of the Ethics Committee head—also known as the chairman—was supposed to be a rigid process, one that she had adhered to with unwavering dedication.

She might very well be the longest-serving head in history, having served for nearly fifteen hundred years.

To succeed the position, the process was painstakingly clear.

The current head must choose their successor personally, and that successor must not only be capable of leading but must also possess immense power.

There was an additional stipulation: the successor must have no living parents, effectively making them an orphan—someone detached from the ties of family that could create conflict or compromise.

There were no restrictions regarding gender, age, or even origin.

The only thing that mattered was worthiness.

Once a successor was chosen, the transition of power would begin—a gradual handover of control.

Only when the head was fully satisfied with their successor would they relinquish all authority and enter a state of deep meditation, a vegetative existence, essentially burying themselves alive to prevent any potential conflict.

As part of these stringent rules, the head must not have a family of their own—a rule Eleanor had always considered irrelevant, because for her, Wang Xiao had always been the perfect candidate.

He was powerful, capable, and in her eyes, destined to take over.

He was the culmination of her life's purpose, the one who would carry on the legacy she had upheld for so long.

But now, hearing him dismiss her carefully laid plans so casually, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety.

What had all these years been for?

It was as if the sole purpose for which she was born—the role she had devoted her entire existence to—was slipping through her fingers.

A trace of panic flickered in her beautiful eyes, her long lashes trembling as they struggled to hold back the uncertainty she felt.

For once, her calm was shattered, and she felt the weight of doubt pressing down on her. "Xiao... What do you mean?" she asked, her voice betraying the unease she tried so hard to hide.

"What I mean is..." Wang Xiao lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers, catching the faint tremor of nerves in Eleanor's usually composed gaze.

And then, in the blink of an eye—

*Whoosh!*

Eleanor gasped, her eyes widening in shock as an unseen force pulled her towards him.

She barely had time to react before she found herself pressed against his firm chest, his large hands gripping her waist with overpowering strength.

Wang Xiao's hand slowly slid down from her waist, tracing the curve of her hip and moving with deliberate intention toward her legs, as if tracing her shape.

His touch was unsettling, "I don't need to negotiate with you," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "because you no longer have any bargaining power."

Eleanor's breath hitched, her mind spinning as she struggled to grasp what was happening.

But Wang Xiao didn't give her a moment's respite.

With a swift, decisive movement, he pushed her back onto the bed.

Thud!

She landed on the soft mattress, her body sinking into it, her heart racing.

Panic flickered in her usually calm eyes as she looked up at him, only to see his dark, intense gaze boring into her.

Wang Xiao moved over her.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke, "You wanted your punishment? I'll give you that… From now on, you will be my slave." His words were as final as a death sentence, leaving her utterly stunned.

Eleanor's mind struggled to process his abrupt words, the realization slowly dawning on her.

Slave…?

She had never imagined this—had never imagined that he, of all people, would say this?

Unknowingly to her, by making her his slave, he was doing more than just claiming her—he was binding her to him in a way that meant she couldn't escape, not even through death.

The issue of her successor?

He had something else in mind.

His gaze dropped to her full, fragnant inviting lips, and he exhaled slowly.

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of his body pressing down on her.

His fingers, rough and warm, brushed lightly against her trembling lips, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Let's give you a successor," he murmured.

And before she could react, he closed the distance, his lips crashing down on hers.

"Mmph!—"

Eleanor's eyes flew wide open, shock and confusion rose in her mind as Wang Xiao's lips moved against hers.

What is he doing?

Panic surged through her, her thoughts scattering as his hands roamed her body, holding her firmly in place, leaving her no room to escape.

Wang Xiao's grip tightened on Eleanor as he forcefully pried her mouth open, his cold tongue plunging inside, beginning to suck fiercely.

"!"

A soft gasp escaped Eleanor as her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she remained outwardly unmoved, her body betraying her only through the slight curling of her legs, pulling them closer to her body as if seeking more control.

Splurp... Splurp...

He tasted the sweetness of her mouth, fragrant like ripe cherries, and found himself instantly addicted.

His hunger grew with every passing second, his tongue delving deeper, exploring each part of her fragnant mouth, dominating, until she was left panting, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Hahhh....!"

Finally, he pulled away, his lips leaving hers with a wet, lingering sound.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at her flushed face with a smug, almost cold smile.

"You can feel shame... Huh?" he murmured, noticing how she averted her gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and something else—something he hadn't seen in her before.

That sight alone made something primal inside him snap.

With deliberate movement, he tilted her chin upward with the back of his hand, forcing her to look at him.

The delicate look in her eyes only fueled the darkness growing within him.

He rose slightly, his gaze trailing down her slender neck, to the soft curves of her shoulders, the swell of her perfectly shaped breasts, and the delicate curve of her abdomen.

His hands moved with a steady purpose as he began to unbutton the top of her robe, revealing more of her smooth, pale skin with each undone button.

His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his fingers working their way down her chest.

"Remember the last time," he whispered, his voice tinged with dark amusement, "when you acted as my mother..."

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending Eleanor into past as he removed the last button, his hands sliding down to her waist.

With a quick motion, he slipped the small belt free from her wide hips, and instantly, the robe fell away, pooling at her sides like a delicate flower unfurling its petals.

But this flower was not just beautiful—it was intoxicatingly, irresistibly sexy.

Eleanor lay beneath him, her robe now splayed open, betraying her as it revealed the full expanse of her body to him.

Her anxious eyes flickered with uncertainty as they darted between his intense gaze and the state she found herself in.

She was no longer the composed, distant figure she had been moments ago—now, she was exposed, both physically and emotionally, and completely at his mercy.

In all her fifteen hundred years of life, Eleanor had never experienced anything like this.

"Black?" Wang Xiao's voice held a note of surprise, but there was no hesitation in his gaze as he devoured the sight of her body.

He had no intention of offering her the courtesy of modesty.

Her pale, delicate shoulders were bare, and below them, her magnificent proud breasts were encased in a black bra—a choice that caught him off guard.

It was daring, far bolder than he ever imagined she would dare to wear.

His eyes traveled downward, lingering on her waist—slender, almost fragile, yet it held a quiet strength to support her whole body, which was very mysterious.

It flared out into her wide hips, creating a sexy curve that made his breath catch.

Without a moment's delay, Wang Xiao leaned over her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.

One hand moved with purpose, seizing her ample breast through the fabric of her bra, the softness filling his hand as if it had been made for his touch.

Her body responded instinctively, a shiver running through her as he squeezed, feeling the fullness, the warmth of her.

His other hand, equally commanding, slipped behind her back, lifting her slightly as his fingers skillfully unclasped the bra.

Click!

The sound echoed in the quiet room, a prelude to main dish.

She felt the tension leave her body as the bra loosened.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid the straps off her shoulders, the fabric gliding down her arms until it fell away entirely.

Her instincts screamed to look away, to hide from his intense gaze, and she turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and an emotion she couldn't fully grasp.

Wang Xiao wasn't about to let her retreat into herself.

He leaned in, his lips capturing her cheek in a fierce, possessive kiss.

The heat of his mouth seared her skin, and then, with deliberate intent, he dragged his tongue slowly across her cheek, tasting the sweetness of her flushed skin.

His face twisted into a wicked grin, staring into her confused eyes, "You know, I've wanted to fuck my mother for a long time."

As his eyes roamed over her majestic, snow-white breasts, now fully exposed with the bra removed, he was mesmerized.

They were breathtaking—pale, supple, and perfect.

Just the slightest touch of his fingers made them yield, sinking into her flesh and leaving faint red marks.

Her delicate, light pink nipples, like untouched cherries, shivered under his gaze.

When he flicked them gently, they trembled even more, a reaction that sent a thrill through him before he grasped both of her breasts with one hand, feeling their weight and softness.

Gasp!

Eleanor drew in a sharp breath as he buried his face between her breasts.

"Hold them tight against me," he instructed.

"!"

"Like this...?" Eleanor asked, her voice laced with awkwardness as she followed his command.

Her hands, trembling slightly, moved to her breasts, pressing them together to sandwich his face between them.

Wang Xiao's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he shook his head slightly, inhaling her scent, savoring the warmth and softness surrounding him.

Eleanor's embarrassment grew, her cheeks flushed a deep red.

She hadn't realized he was this perverted.

"Do that steam thing..." he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Hm? Steam...?" She was caught off guard, her mind momentarily blank until the realization dawned on her, her eyes widening in understanding.

She glanced to the side, her face burning with shame, but her body responded instinctively.

Her skin, once pale, began to flush a deep, heated red, growing warmer to the touch, almost feverish.

Wang Xiao inhaled deeply, satisfied by the change, his grip tightening around her breasts.

Squeeze...

He squeezed them firmly near the nipples, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Eleanor bit down on her lip, her emotions a confusing tinge of humiliation over her aloof proudness and a strange, unfamiliar sensation.

Her body felt incredibly sensitive, reacting to every movement, every touch.

Then Wang Xiao noticed a small drop of milk forming at her nipple.

He nearly laughed out loud, the sight both surprising and arousing him further.

Without hesitation, he leaned down, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking it directly from the source.

Her delicate pink nipple turned a deep, bruised red under his attention, and her body quivered uncontrollably, the sensations overwhelming her.

He kneaded her breasts, molding them into different shapes, savoring the heavenly feeling of her warm, soft flesh in his hands.

The faintly sweet and seductive fragrance of her body filled his senses, driving him to continue, to take more, as if he could never get enough.

Eleanor's body responded to his every touch, her skin flushed and heated, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tried to make sense of the intense sensations overwhelming her.

Rustle...

In a swift motion, he shed his clothes, revealing his throbbing manhood.

Eleanor's gaze lingered on it, her eyes locked in a moment of stillness, captivated and yet unmoving.

From the beginning, she had never once stopped his advances.

In fact, even if he had forced her onto the bed decades ago, she doubted she would have resisted.

She had spoiled Wang Xiao like a mother spoiling her own son, allowing him liberties that defied her usual pride.

Now, though discomfort pricked at her conscience and a faint unease stirred within her, anger was notably absent.

Her lashes fluttered as he settled atop her breasts, her mind in chaos at what he intended to do next.

"Hold them like this and rub," he commanded, a devilish grin playing on his lips, leaving Eleanor bewildered and unsure.

Her heart raced as she took in his wicked smile, her breath catching at the sight of his manhood wedged between her soft heavenly breasts, its musky scent drifting up to her nose, the tip nearly grazing her flawless face.

This isn't how it's supposed to be...

She thought, blinking rapidly.

Even after all these years, she knew precisely where such a thing belonged—deep between her legs, not almost ready to explode against her face.

Wang Xiao's grin deepened with a sinister satisfaction; this had been a long-standing to-do-list of his.

"Mhm." A soft hum escaped her lips as she extended her delicate hand, her fingers gently wrapping around it.

As she did, he exhaled a deep sigh, shuddering at the tender caress of her touch.

"Grab your breasts and rub them against it," he suggested.

With subtle hesitation, she obeyed, pressing her warm, supple breasts against his manhood.

The friction was subtle but intensely pleasurable, as his hardness sank deeper into the plush softness of her bosom.

A trickle of milk began to seep from her delicate nipples, the warm liquid spilling over her chest, leaving her skin damp and slick.

Suddenly, his hands clamped onto her breasts, taking control and quickening the pace with a increased intensity.

Puchi!

"!?"

In the next instant, Eleanor's wide eyes watched in shock as the tip of his manhood throbbed violently, releasing a torrent of whitish liquid that splattered across her beautiful face.

"Perfect..." Wang Xiao murmured, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied grin.

For the first time, a flicker of anger flashed in Eleanor's eyes, her lashes trembling as she glared at him.

Her eyes, already misty, might have looked on the verge of tears, but he couldn't be sure—he didn't know her heart well enough.

"Turn around," he commanded next, his hand gripping her fleshy buttocks firmly as he maneuvered her onto all fours.

Riding her like a horse was another twisted fantasy of his.

A wicked thrill surged through him as Eleanor, without a word, complied, her face still unwashed as she positioned herself on all fours, ready for whatever else he had in mind.

He slowly peeled away her black panties, revealing the glistening petals of her moist flower, smooth and pink, like the blush of dawn.

His manhood brushed against her, slipping effortlessly between her soft thighs, her natural warmth and wetness making any need for further lubrication unnecessary.

With a deliberate movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the tender folds part like the wings of a delicate butterfly, inviting him into the red plush depths that awaited him.

The sensation of her tight, warm flesh encasing him made him grip her firm buttocks, his hands digging in as he began to thrust, each motion drawing a sigh from his lips.

"Mmmngh!"

Eleanor's hands clenched the sheets, her fingers curling tightly as a groan escaped her lips.

The tip of his manhood probed her sacred cave, inching deeper until it met the fragile barrier within.

A moment later, she felt the tender flesh stretch to accommodate him, her tight, small passage enveloping his length despite the tempting curves of her body.

The pressure built until, with a sharp and sudden thrust, the barrier was breached.

Pakh!

"Ahhh..."

Her flesh slapped against his, and a loud moan burst from her lips as he pierced her hymen.

A single, beautiful drop of blood welled from her entrance, staining the sheets below, followed by more as her womanhood surrendered fully.

Her face flushed crimson, the sound of her own moan echoing in her ears, enchanting and unfamiliar, as if awakening a side of herself she never knew existed.

Her body responded instinctively, the tightness of her flesh pulling him deeper, wrapping around him like a vice, refusing to let go.

The sensation overwhelmed Wang Xiao, his restraint slipping as he sunk deeper in the fresh, unclaimed flesh he had longed for.

Pakh!

"Ngh!"

Pakh!

Pakh!

Her night of self-exploration had only just begun as he endlessly pounded into her, his large manhood forcing its way through her tight entrance with no restraint, stretching her beyond her limits.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

Each thrust elicited a symphony of moans and groans from her lips, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes, giving her a charm that could melt the heart of the coldest man alive.

Creak! Creak!

The bed trembled violently under the force of his assault, her breasts swaying seductively with every movement, her entire body following rhythm to his powerful thrusts.

But the bed could not withstand the intensity—it collapsed beneath them with a loud crash.

BAM!

Undeterred, Wang Xiao scooped her up, carrying her to the window.

He pressed her against it, her trembling legs barely supporting her weight as she clung to the frame for balance.

He resumed his pounding, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room.

Again and again, he filled her, from dusk until dawn, a storm that showed no sign of abating.

This was the first woman he had truly desired but had been unable to claim for a whole long decade.

Now, she was his—completely and completely his!

No outsider could ever comprehend the depth of emotion he harbored for her.

Just the sight of her now—weak, trembling, her voluptuous body quivering before him—was enough to make him want to collapse into her embrace.

He could just bury his head between her heaving breasts, holding her tightly.

The urge to sleep, wrapped in her warmth, was overwhelming, and he could just give in, clinging to her as if she were his lifeline.

In the end, he didn't leave her house for an entire week.

It wasn't until Amelia's delivery drew near that he finally departed, leaving behind his faint presence that clung to the air.

Eleanor stood at the door, watching him leave, her gaze complex and filled with emotions.

As she placed a hand over her abdomen, a soft glow emanated from her face, a beauty that seemed to deepen with the knowledge of the life growing within her.

A woman like her needed to be nourished to reveal her full, radiant beauty, and even in her simple attire, a single glance at her was enough to ignite desire in anyone who saw her.

Her eyes, however, were conflicted.

The love she held for him was born of deep adoration, but now it was filled with the realization that he had impregnated her.

She had never refused him, always willing to share his bed, so long as it brought him happiness.

She had willingly endured every shameful posture he had asked of her, cooked for him, and tended to his every need—deriving a strange pleasure from her servitude.

But when she finally understood that he had planted his seed within her, she realized with startling clarity that she did not welcome this pregnancy.

She was a woman of honesty, and she could not deny the strange, unsettling feeling in her mind.

She would have preferred to remain as a motherly figure in his life, rather than become his lover.

But he had given her no choice.

As for her role as the Head of the Ethics Committee, she had long since forgotten about it.

With her endless lifespan, she had centuries ahead of her, enough time to reconsider her duties, perhaps even to ask him about them again.

It was only years later that she would come to understand—Wang Xiao had impregnated her with the intent of giving her a successor.

At that moment, Eleanor felt lost....

Events seemed to play on their own, beyond her control.

The daughter she had initially felt distant from had unexpectedly become her family, and everything began slipping from her grasp.

It was as if everything was happening according to Wang Xiao's desires, leaving her with no control over the situation.

Yet, strangely, she didn't dislike it at all.

For the first time in her long life, she felt she could simply do as she pleased, without the burden of responsibility, without worrying about the village or anything else.

She could be with him, make him happy, and satisfy him whenever he came to her.

That was one of her few true joys.

From beginning to end, Wang Xiao was never able to change her.

She continued to see him as she had a decade ago—a cherished figure she nurtured and cared for, but never as a lover.

And he didn't mind; in fact, he might have been unsettled if she suddenly began acting like one.

He truly agreed with her words, 'Not everything needs to be changed...'

The motherly affection she showed him gave Wang Xiao a sense of quiet comfort, akin to the simple pleasures of a peaceful home.

He often joked that she was his "sugar mommy," a playful smile on his lips.

"Mhm." She would nod in agreement, never realizing he was joking.

Seeing the faint blush on her cheeks, Wang Xiao knew that this woman didn't understand how to take a joke.

She took everything literally and seriously, her sincerity unmatched to any other.

As time passed, their daughter, Wang Xuelan, began to grow, and what formed between them could only be described as a very normal family.

When Wang Xiao visited, Eleanor would care for him, he would spend time with his daughter, and their interactions were calm and ordinary—unlike the chaotic family he had with Anran and Amelia.

Their treatment of Xuelan was that of a cherished daughter, with respect and affection.

Much of this was due to Lanlan herself; though not fierce, she had a quiet strength and didn't take kindly to being teased by her father.

Their little family was a peaceful island on their own world of Xianthera.