Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 13

Long Ling was carried all the way to the bathroom by Violet.

The pure white bathtub was already filled with hot water, and the entire bathroom was steaming with mist.

Violet set Long Ling down on the floor and used magic to restore her to her normal size.

Finally able to turn into her human form, Long Ling let out a soft sigh, the blush on her cheeks still not receding.

Along the way, her head was buried deep in Violet ‘s arms, only revealing her two dragon horns, for fear of being recognized as a certain dragon.

After all, she was a grown-up dragon being carried by her wife—it was quite embarrassing to admit.

But her wife was none other than Violet, a very dominant great evil dragon, and she could not resist her dominance.

Long Ling just wanted to dig a hole and bury herself deep inside, hoping not too many people had seen.

She squeezed her fingertips, composed herself for a moment, and pretended to return to her usual calm and composed self.

This place was different from where she had bathed on the first day. It should be the Evil Dragon Miss’s exclusive bathroom, much more luxurious and spacious than the one she was in before.

She had never bathed with other women before, but the Evil Dragon Miss was her fiancée, so bathing with her was fine.

Long Ling looked at Violet, who was still in the bathroom: “Are you planning to bathe with me, Your Grace?”

Long Ling was prepared to share a bath with the Evil Dragon Miss when she asked.

Violet gave her a casual glance: “You wash yourself.”

The clingy little milk dragon—she wouldn’t spoil her in every way.

Violet turned her head and beckoned to the maid beside her: “Elina, go get a bottle of scale-care potion for her.”

Elina curtsied slightly to the two of them: “Yes.”

Elina should be Violet ‘s personal maid. Long Ling had seen her follow Violet onto the carriage this morning.

Elina’s attire was similar to the other maids in the manor, her face was expressionless, and her presence was very low-key, so much so that Long Ling hadn’t noticed her.

Long Ling averted her gaze and saw the Evil Dragon Miss turn to leave. She couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity: “Your Grace, what scent of soap do you like?”

Violet looked sideways at her: “What is it?”

Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes were full of tenderness: “I promised you I would wash until I smell fragrant. There are many types of soap in the bathroom. Do you have a favorite scent?”

The Evil Dragon Miss did not like the strawberry-scented little milk dragon, so she could apply soap and change herself into a different scent.

Violet originally wanted to say that the strawberry scent was fine, but then thought she couldn’t let this little dragon be too pampered.

Violet’s voice was cold: “None.”

Long Ling sighed softly: “Alright, I’ll choose one myself. I hope you’ll like it when the time comes.”

The Evil Dragon Miss left the bathroom. Long Ling soaked in the warm bathtub by herself, and after a while in the hot water, she was almost comfortably asleep.

But she was very hungry. She had been on the go all day and was now ravenous.

Long Ling finished her bath, stepped out of the tub, and picked up a soft, clean bathrobe from the rack.

The clothes she had put in the laundry basket had already been collected by the servants responsible for washing.

When she bathed just now, she used a citrus-scented soap. The effect was decent—if one didn’t sniff closely, they wouldn’t smell her natural strawberry scent.

Long Ling looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still rosy and hadn’t faded.

Perhaps for the sake of her precarious dignity, Long Ling washed her face several times with cool water to bring down the temperature on her face before stepping out of the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, Elina was waiting outside.

Elina bowed respectfully, placing a pair of warm, baked slippers in front of Long Ling, and then handed her an exquisite treasure box: “Your Highness is waiting for you in the dining room for dinner. This potion was sent by Her Highness, and she instructed before leaving that you must apply it all.”

She handed the potion to Long Ling and did not intend to leave, apparently intending to follow the Evil Dragon Miss’s instructions and supervise Long Ling until the potion was used up before leaving.

Long Ling was not yet accustomed to being waited on like this and quickly put on the shoes: “Alright, I will apply the medicine properly and go to the dining room in a moment.”

Elina held the empty treasure box and bowed slightly again to Long Ling, then stood silently outside the door, waiting.

Long Ling took the potion, stepped back, and closed the bathroom door again.

She untied her bathrobe, revealing a section of her lower abdomen skin that had patches of scales.

She poured the potion into her palm. This potion was different from what she had encountered before—it was as clear as water, but it seemed to contain some kind of magic potion material, and it smelled refreshing.

The potion covered the injured scales and was quickly absorbed. Points of crystal-blue light slowly appeared where the scales were scratched, like tiny, jumping factors, repairing the scratched area as good as new.

Long Ling had thought it was just ordinary healing medicine, but she hadn’t expected the Evil Dragon Miss to give her such a valuable magic potion.

This bottle of magic potion must be worth a fortune, and she unknowingly owed the Evil Dragon Miss a lot more.

She must repay the Evil Dragon Miss well!

Long Ling put on her bathrobe, reopened the bathroom door, and returned the empty potion bottle to Elina.

She quickly walked to the dining room, where Violet was waiting for her in the main seat.

Violet ‘s back was straight, and her posture was elegant. From any angle, she possessed a captivating aristocratic demeanor.

Long Ling walked to Violet ‘s side and asked softly: “I’ve washed. Please smell me, do you like this scent?”

A light blue bathrobe wrapped the maiden’s soft body. Her exposed collarbones were straight and slender, her soft waist was delicate enough to be clasped in one hand, and her silver-white long hair hung down, damp.

Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes were like a clear spring, shimmering with light. Her fair skin shone, exuding the fresh and delicious aura of youth from inside out.

The S-grade strawberry pheromone was masked, mixed with a sweet but not overpowering citrus scent. It wasn’t great—far inferior to the little milk dragon’s own pheromone.

Violet just wanted to throw this little dragon back into the bathroom and make her wash again.

However, the little milk dragon as she was now was not bad, at least she looked somewhat appetizing.

She nodded slightly: “Let’s eat dinner first.”

Long Ling obediently agreed: “Okay.”

She secretly observed the Evil Dragon Miss’s furrowed and then briefly relaxed brows, knowing that the Evil Dragon Miss probably didn’t like this scent.

Long Ling fidgeted with her fingertips, feeling a little sad. The Evil Dragon Miss didn’t like her pheromones or other scents, making it really difficult to repay her.

But there were other scented soaps. She would slowly try, and surely there would be one the Evil Dragon Miss liked.

Long Ling composed herself and sat down on the mahogany dining chair beside Violet.

Dinner was meat soup, with some onion powder and pepper added, giving it a spicy taste that masked the original flavor of the soup. The soup was thick and mixed with meat that was stewed particularly soft.

Long Ling, being used to her old profession as a chef, had developed a discerning palate due to the extravagance of palace banquets. After a few spoonfuls, she knew the meat soup was not her preferred taste.

There were many ways to stew meat soup. She personally preferred a clear broth, with flavorful and fresh meat, golden oil lightly floating on the soup, expressing the unique flavor through the food’s original taste.

When eating, it should also be paired with the large steamed flatbreads she made herself. Her hands were strong, and she was good at making dough. She would knead the well-mixed dough into small balls, flatten them into cakes, pinch out patterns, and then bake them in the oven.

The flatbreads made that way were not only good-looking, but the crust was very crispy when bitten, and paired with the rich, delicious broth, it would silence any complaints.

However, there was nothing like that here.

If only she could arrange her own meals.

Long Ling sniffed. She had only known the Evil Dragon Miss for a short time, and making such a request was unreasonable.

She secretly looked at the Evil Dragon Miss. Violet seemed accustomed to this kind of food, and her eating manners were always elegant.

The cooking methods of this world’s ingredients were different from her original world. The fact that the Evil Dragon Miss could eat so naturally probably meant she was used to such food.

As an aristocratic Evil Dragon Miss who hadn’t eaten so many delicious things, she was actually a bit pitiful.

Her gaze lingered on Violet for too long, which Violet keenly sensed.

Long Ling immediately lowered her head and used the spoon to drink the soup. She drank too quickly and accidentally choked herself.

“Cough, cough.” After coughing twice, Long Ling’s face was flushed from choking.

Violet handed her a handkerchief: “Drink the soup slowly. What’s the hurry?”

Long Ling took Violet ‘s handkerchief. The elegant rose fragrance was very pleasant.

It was like when she buried her head deep in the Evil Dragon Miss’s shoulder, being enveloped by the Evil Dragon Miss’s pheromones.

The Evil Dragon Miss opened her embrace to her. As long as she worked hard enough, there would be countless pheromone rewards for her. The process of temporary marking, prolonged, could become addictive.

Long Ling held the handkerchief, her dense, long eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly. Her pale cheeks were stained with a blush, stimulated by the pheromones.

Except in bed, she didn’t dare to hug the Evil Dragon Miss like this.

After all, the proud rose had never bowed its head for her.

Long Ling raised her face, still reluctant to put down the handkerchief, and spoke to Violet: “Your Grace, were you busy with work today?”

Violet nodded almost imperceptibly: “Not busy.”

Long Ling showed concern: “That’s good. If you work for a long time and your shoulders are uncomfortable, I can also help massage them for you tonight. I also learned some pushing and kneading techniques that can make you feel a little more comfortable.”

Was the pushing and kneading technique a new kind of witchcraft? Or one of the methods the little milk dragon used in bed that day?

A rose-colored flush appeared on Violet ‘s neck. She glared at the little milk dragon: “Don’t talk about things in bed during dinner.”

Is a massage considered a thing in bed? She can actually do it under the bed too.