Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 12

The silver-white dragon tail was gently tapped by the ice-cold scepter, bouncing back as if it had hit a soft, translucent jelly candy.

Long Ling’s cheeks immediately flushed. She shuffled awkwardly in front of the Evil Dragon Miss: “Do you… want to see it now?”

Violet’s cold gaze fixed on her, her attitude as unshakeable as always.

Butler Marcia, long since discreet, had cleared everyone out of this secluded, secret garden.

Long Ling was already feeling ashamed; this was a rose garden, outdoors, and someone passing by might see.

The Great Evil Dragon’s hobbies are truly perverted.

Long Ling looked down at her lotus-petal skirt, contemplating if she were to hold the Evil Dragon Miss’s hand and slip it in from underneath.

The slender fingers would pass over her thighs, stroking the fair, delicate skin, then wander to her soft, firm abdomen.

Long Ling pressed her hand against her chest, her heart hammering so fast it felt like a drum drowning her out.

A wave of heat shot up from her body to her face.

Long Ling’s palms were sweating from nervousness: “Can we not do it here?”

Violet felt a surge of heat from the disturbance of Long Ling’s pheromones. What was this little milk-dragon fantasizing about now? Her pheromone scent was getting stronger and stronger.

Violet merely wanted to see how serious the little milk-dragon’s injury was, and if it would affect her life in the future.

Violet used the cold scepter to tap the little milk-dragon’s tail again, signaling her to hurry up.

After being tapped, the dragon tail twitched instinctively. The little milk-dragon was flushed, looking as if she were about to be scalded, almost steaming.

The water misted in Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes. She looked at the Evil Dragon Miss with a very pitiful expression.

Violet had never met an Alpha quite like the little milk-dragon. Didn’t Alphas usually love to show off their bodies in front of an Omega?

The little milk-dragon had a good physique; she had felt it last night. If she transformed into her dragon form, it probably wouldn’t be bad either.

Long Ling knew her fiancée was already impatient and annoyed.

If she continued to dawdle, the Great Evil Dragon would swallow her whole.

Long Ling bit her lip and slowly moved closer to the Evil Dragon Miss.

Her hands rested on both sides of the Evil Dragon Miss’s wheelchair, her upper body almost pressing against the Evil Dragon Miss. The sweat on her palms left faint, damp marks on the wheelchair’s handles.

The little milk-dragon’s lips were like rose petals, full and rosy. Her fair face had delicate skin, and the tip of her slightly upturned nose was tinged with red from embarrassment. Her silver-white long hair fell down, intertwining with Violette’s own black long hair.

Violet had known for a long time that the little milk-dragon was delicately beautiful, but seeing her up close, she realized the little milk-dragon truly deserved to be from the Arnold family; the beauty gene was even more outstanding when passed on to an Alpha.

Long Ling saw Violette staring at her, making her heart even more nervous. She closed her eyes, took Violet’s hand, and intertwined their fingers.

The little milk-dragon’s fingers were long, soft, and delicate, much prettier than Violet’s, which were hardened and slightly callused from handling a gun.

“You can touch me here,” Long Ling whispered close to the Evil Dragon Miss’s ear, her voice trembling involuntarily at the end.

She slowly guided Violette’s hand and placed it under her skirt.

In this position, even if the Evil Dragon Miss was physically inconvenienced, she should still be able to feel her lower abdomen.

Long Ling’s face was flushed crimson. She repeatedly hypnotized herself in her mind.

It’s okay. She and the Evil Dragon Miss are engaged; they will get married later.

The Evil Dragon Miss is her wife. Letting her touch a bit in advance is fine.

She is an Alpha, and Alphas are meant to be touched by their wives. It’s not for anyone else, so her wife can touch her however she wants.

Long Ling took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and pulled Violet’s hand onto her slender legs.

The slightly rough, callused fingers were icy when they scraped against her tender skin, but she was very good at enduring.

Violet was astonished by the little milk-dragon’s blatant act of solicitation, and her earlobes involuntarily took on a light pink hue.

Are young Alphas nowadays so good at seducing Omegas?

Although she was older, this was the first time she had been so openly tempted by such a young little milk-dragon. The little milk-dragon was pulling her hand, making her touch her body.

It was only the second day, and the little milk-dragon was already resorting to a honey trap.

Violet quickly felt Long Ling’s firm lower abdomen. The sensation was warm, the skin soft and delicate.

As her fingertip lightly traced, the muscles in Long Ling’s abdomen suddenly tightened, her face completely flushed. She couldn’t help but let out a soft, controlled gasp, instantly covering her lips. The hand hanging down was also trembling.

Crystal beads of sweat rolled down the Alpha’s forehead, as if one were strolling through a strawberry field in the morning. The sweet, fruity scent made one want to take a deeper breath.

Violet’s eyes were deep and profound: “Didn’t you say it was just a slight scrape on a few scales? Why is this area swollen?”

“It’s just a slight scrape; it will be fine in a couple of days.”

Long Ling restrained herself, leaning over the Evil Dragon Miss, blushing as she pushed Violette’s hand away, “You’ve touched it, so that should count as checking it, right?”

Violet noticed the sweet little strawberry cake was about to leave her, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes: “I haven’t checked it properly. That way wasn’t careful enough. Transform into your dragon form for me to see.”

Long Ling’s eyes immediately filled with water, like shattered, clear glass, staring at the Evil Dragon Miss with accusation.

Violet’s cold, hard heart softened, and her voice became much gentler: “The dragon form allows a clearer look.”

Those familiar with Violet knew this was equivalent to the Duchess coaxing someone.

A dragon under a roof has no choice but to bow its head.

Long Ling was both ashamed and annoyed, her face flushed as she transformed herself into her dragon form.

The large silver-white dragon almost filled the entire garden. The rose bushes were squashed and twisted by her. The Evil Dragon Miss looked tiny at her feet.

Long Ling dared not move her body easily. The huge dragon held her breath, lifting her claw high, afraid of knocking over the low flower stands and flowerbeds around her.

Violet used her scepter to lightly tap Long Ling: “Make yourself smaller.”

Long Ling was instantly enchanted, shrinking to the smallest size of a little milk-dragon, landing on the Evil Dragon Miss, who was sitting in the wheelchair. She now only reached the height of the Evil Dragon Miss’s chest.

Violet lifted the oil lamp covered with a glass shade, increasing the range of the dim, yellow glow so the scales on Long Ling’s belly could be seen more clearly.

In the dim light, several distinct scrape marks appeared on the little milk-dragon’s snowy white belly, running across several iridescent scales.

The warm light emitted a gentle heat, shining on Long Ling’s smooth scales, which, after a while, felt a little too dry.

The Evil Dragon Miss’s thick, black, wavy hair curled down. Her superior jawline and deep, cold eyes were staring at her body.

Long Ling felt hot all over, her entire dragon body turning a light pink. She hurriedly used her dragon claws to cover her belly: “Alright, I’ve shown you. Can I change back now?”

Violet looked at her extremely embarrassed and adorable face, wanting to look a little longer, but the little milk-dragon was about to be cooked alive by the heat.

There have been cases of Alphas fainting from overheating before. Her legs were disabled, and she couldn’t move. In that case, she would have to rely on others to carry this little milk-dragon.

Concerned about the little milk-dragon’s temperature, she lowered her head and moved the little milk-dragon’s plump claws away: “Don’t move around.”

Long Ling, who was standing on the Evil Dragon Miss’s lap, was pushed over with a single finger by the Evil Dragon Miss.

Violet used one finger to hold her down, fiddling with the dragon claw that was desperately covering her belly.

The light in Long Ling’s eyes trembled slightly. She had never known an Omega’s strength could be so great. Her dragon claw was tucked into the fair fingers and instantly forced open.

Both of her dragon claws were held down by Violet, the palms forced to face upwards, leaving only her belly exposed.

The water in Long Ling’s eyes shook violently. She closed her eyes in mortification.

If you wanted to eat a grilled dragon, there was no need to bully her like this.

Violet had the little milk-dragon lying flat on her long, slender legs. She had originally intended for the little milk-dragon to cool down, but unexpectedly, this only made the little milk-dragon hotter.

She seemed to sigh helplessly, and her slender fingertip lightly poked Long Ling’s rounded dragon abdomen: “Useless little thing.”

Long Ling immediately opened her eyes, glaring at the Evil Dragon Miss with shame and indignation.

A faint smile flashed in Violets eyes. Her noble, pale face looked very aloof, and when she glanced over, it looked even more like she was teasing Long Ling.

Her smile quickly disappeared, and she reverted to her usual air of high-and-mighty arrogance, holding Long Ling in her arms with just one hand.

Long Ling was startled by Violette’s sudden action, and her two hind legs nervously kicked at Violet’s body.

The white shirt was wrinkled by Long Ling’s kicks, and a button came loose, scraping against Violet’s cool, pale skin, leaving a few suggestive red marks.

Violet swatted her buttock: “Stop moving, why are you such a troublemaker?”

Long Ling was stunned by the hit. Upon realizing what happened, she immediately used her dragon tail to shield her backside, her cheeks burning so hot they were about to steam.

Long Ling said in shame and annoyance: “I want to get down!”

A cool palm suddenly stroked Long Ling’s head, gently rubbing it twice, like stroking a small animal’s fur.

Violet turned the ruby on her scepter, using magic to move the wheelchair: “I’m taking you to the bathroom to wash up and apply some medicine. It will heal faster.”