Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 3

When Long Ling was a royal chef in the palace, the old chief physician of the Imperial Medical Academy was once a traveling medical sage and a notorious gourmet. He often came to her to discuss recipes, and over time, he and the old physician became friends despite the age difference.

Having more skills is never a bad thing. To care for her aging grandmother, Long Ling formally took the old physician as her master and learned some secret massage techniques for injuries. However, before she could reach the age of twenty-five and be released from the palace, she arrived in this world.

Fortunately, her cousin was with her grandmother. The salary she had earned over the years was sent home, and her cousin should be able to care for her grandmother until the end of her days.

The techniques she had learned could now be used on the Evil Dragon Miss. In this way, if she proved useful to the Evil Dragon Miss, perhaps the Evil Dragon Miss would let her go?

Long Ling regained her confidence, bolstered by the Evil Dragon Miss’s presence: “I will work hard to make you better!”

Violet gazed at Long Ling’s clear blue eyes, wondering why this little milk dragon always possessed such vigorous vitality.

Just moments ago, she looked like a beaten eggplant, but in an instant, she had pumped herself up and was ready to go.

Violet had never seen a dragon like this, but she assumed it was just a young dragon’s momentary novelty.

“Go ahead and try.”

The pain in her paralyzed legs was excruciating, as if axes were brutally hacking at her fragile leg bones. An ordinary person would have screamed in agony, but as a high-ranking military officer of the Grace Harbor, Violet ‘s extreme endurance was the reason she stood out among all the Alphas.

Apart from the beads of sweat on her forehead, anyone looking at her would see a picture of calm from beginning to end. Only the strained blue veins on her slender hands betrayed her physical discomfort.

Violet looked down at Long Ling, watching as the little dragon tremblingly stretched out her small hand and placed it on her long legs, as if gently touching a piece of fragile tofu.

Her dark golden eyes gradually narrowed, and she lazily shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

A giant dragon’s scales were the most indestructible things in this world. If it weren’t for the cannonball specifically developed by the human race to deal with dragons, her scales could never have been injured and shattered, causing the newly grown scales after healing to be neither as hard nor as beautiful as the old ones.

When the little milk dragon’s slightly cool fingers touched her, the force used was negligible, less noticeable than the strawberry-scented pheromones emanating from her body.

Her swollen scent gland began to heat up again. Violet ‘s fingers couldn’t help but clutch the bedsheet. Though she had never mated with a dragon, she had worked with Alphas before. Why did this little milk dragon’s pheromones cause such a violent reaction in her?

Could it be that her pheromones and this little milk dragon’s pheromones had a match rate of over ninety percent?

Long Ling’s heart pounded nervously, and her dress was soaked with sweat several times. She tried to locate the acupuncture points but didn’t dare to use too much force, fearing she might accidentally hurt the Evil Dragon Miss.

The Evil Dragon Miss’s legs were very long, and her skin was fair and delicate, like a beautifully carved work of art. Her fingers felt cool, soft, and elastic to the touch, making them irresistible.

She possessed an innate noble aura, combined with an unapproachable dignity. Long Ling warned herself that she must not be clumsy this time.

Long Ling measured inch by inch with her slender fingers, and the more she measured, the more she felt how truly beautiful the Evil Dragon Miss’s legs were!

Long Ling’s cheeks slowly flushed and felt a little hot. Finally, she found the acupuncture point the royal physician had mentioned and poked it with her snow-white finger: “Duchess Vierlotte, do you feel anything here?”

An ambiguous “Hmm” came from above her head.

Long Ling’s heart inexplicably sped up. She tentatively pinched lightly: “How about this? Does it hurt if I pinch it?”

Violet looked down at the fine sweat on the little milk dragon’s forehead and noticed her thoroughly red earlobes. It seemed she wasn’t disgusted by her disabled legs but was earnestly trying to find a way to treat her.

But doing this was simply a waste of effort. Years of enduring the torment of leg pain had made her completely lose hope, and she didn’t believe she could ever recover.

Violet lowered her eyelids, her emotions very aloof: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Since it didn’t hurt, could she secretly pinch back now, considering the Evil Dragon Miss had bullied her earlier?

Long Ling pondered this for a moment and then stopped her childish urge for revenge.

The Evil Dragon Miss was already miserable enough; she couldn’t rub salt in the wound.

Long Ling checked a few other spots and found that the Evil Dragon Miss’s legs had actually recovered and were intact, but for some reason, she had lost the ability to stand and was not even sensitive to touch.

This might not be curable by simple massage alone; it might need to be combined with medicinal tonics for a chance of improvement. Would the Evil Dragon Miss cooperate with her?

Long Ling slightly frowned, then looked up and very optimistically comforted the Evil Dragon Miss: “It’s alright. Regular massaging will make it better someday. You will definitely make a full recovery!”

Violet didn’t speak, just quietly looked at Long Ling.

“Duchess Violet, I will work hard to help you recover. Please don’t give up hope easily.” Long Ling’s gaze was firm and powerful, and she gave Violet a radiant smile.

She was like the summer sun. Her ice-blue pupils were free of any melancholy, always evoking a sense of refreshing clarity and brightness.

Violet couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment. She slightly pursed her thin lips. Where did this little milk dragon get her confidence?

Long Ling quickly lowered her head and knelt beside the Evil Dragon Miss’s legs.

Fearing her fingers might chill the Evil Dragon Miss, she first breathed hot air into her palms, vigorously rubbing her cold fingertips.

Only when she was sure she was warm enough did she begin to massage the Evil Dragon Miss’s legs using the method taught by the imperial physician.

The little milk dragon’s strange and mysterious ritual made Violet raise an eyebrow.

Her gaze silently lingered on Long Ling.

When the warm fingers fully pressed onto her skin, it felt different from the random pokes before. The soft, slender fingers of the young girl glided gently, like the most tender and delicate spring breeze, gently healing everything.

Long Ling knew that massage, just like preparing imperial cuisine, required precision in handling the ingredients, mastering the exact and subtle heat, and employing the most suitable cooking techniques to bring out the food’s most exquisite flavor.

Although she had changed bodies, her memory remained, and when she truly started kneading, her wrist strength was much stronger than an ordinary person’s.

Violet gradually felt Long Ling’s strong fingers gently kneading through the surface of her skin. The originally cold and gloomy spots were dispelled, giving rise to a warm heat.

Violet’s eyes slightly narrowed. She leaned against the velvet pillow, crossed her arms, and rested her slender fingers on her forearm, savoring the feeling of warmth, like fragmented sunlight piercing through the gloom and scattering onto her.

The invasive feeling of the strawberry-scented pheromones in the air seemed to lessen, and Violet ‘s body gradually relaxed.

Long Ling massaged for a while, feeling it was enough, and gradually stopped: “Miss Violet, do you feel a little more comfortable?”

Violet lazily opened her eyes: “Continue.”

Long Ling quickly resumed massaging, until her wrist muscles started to ache, then she asked: “Is that enough?”

Violet ‘s voice was hoarse, still uttering the same two words: “Continue.”

Long Ling lowered her head and kept kneading with a huff and a puff. This time was twice as long as the last combined, and her wrist was trembling: “Is that enough?”

Violet did not respond for a long time.

Long Ling couldn’t help but grow anxious inside. Surely she wasn’t expected to continue?

She was not going to do it!

She wouldn’t do it, even if it killed her!

She had been massaging for nearly three hours total; the sky was about to brighten!

Just as Long Ling decided to risk being eaten by the Evil Dragon Miss and stage a strike, she suddenly looked up and discovered the Evil Dragon Miss’s peaceful sleeping face.

Violet ‘s breathing was even and shallow. There were faint dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept well for a long time. The scent of red roses was no longer so strong, smelling faint, with a hint of high-altitude loneliness.

Her pale, long legs had been massaged into a light pink, like extremely beautiful petals blooming amidst pure white snow.

This enchanting Evil Dragon Miss, when awake, was a gorgeous and sensual mortal enchantress; when asleep, she resembled a beauty from ancient songs. She was a Dragon, a race Long Ling had never dared to imagine or interact with before.

“Duchess.” Long Ling lowered her voice and called out to the Evil Dragon Miss softly.

“Evil Dragon Miss.” Long Ling’s voice was even quieter.

“Big Evil Dragon, are you asleep?” Long Ling leaned closer to the Evil Dragon Miss’s face and muttered to herself.

She should have checked earlier to see if the Big Evil Dragon was asleep. Maybe she wouldn’t have had to knead for so long. Her wrists were aching a bit.

Long Ling flexed her wrists a couple of times and felt much better.

The hateful Big Evil Dragon, all she knew was how to bully her!

She was asleep and didn’t even tell her to stop!

Long Ling only dared to shout a few times in her heart. If the Evil Dragon Miss found out, she would surely swallow her whole!

However, the Evil Dragon Miss was now her fiancée and would soon be her companion.

Long Ling slowly moved closer to the Evil Dragon Miss, wanting to see her face more clearly.

The Evil Dragon Miss’s lips were beautiful, like delicate rose petals, painted with dark red lipstick. This shade of lipstick was difficult for most people to pull off, but she naturally possessed an aura that transcended everyone else. Her bone structure was exquisite and outstanding, and her body carried the moving fragrance of roses.

Long Ling gently brushed aside the slippery black strand of hair that had fallen across the Evil Dragon Miss’s forehead, tucking it behind her ear. Suddenly, she noticed the natural pigeon’s blood red ruby earring on the Evil Dragon Miss’s earlobe.

The ruby’s luster was clear and dazzling, surrounded by golden violet petals and inlaid with tiny scattered diamonds, symbolizing unparalleled power and status.

The Evil Dragon Miss herself surpassed all jewelry—luxurious and noble, unforgettable at a single glance.

She was truly beautiful. If only she could kiss the Evil Dragon Miss.

Long Ling was startled by her sudden thought.

In such close proximity, the pheromones between the two intermingled again. Violet ‘s scent gland on the back of her neck inevitably heated up once more.

Violet hadn’t been able to sleep soundly for a long time. Even though it was only a brief rest, she enjoyed the mental break.

Furthermore, the strawberry-scented pheromones were quite compatible with her body, which allowed her to wake up from sleep without the usual feeling of physical and mental distress.

She found the little dragon a bit more pleasing now, but that was no excuse for Long Ling to be presumptuous in front of her.

Had the little milk dragon been so eager to massage her just to mark her while she was asleep? Sure enough, she was just like the other Alphas, only interested in her beauty.