Professor Shen’s Needy Little Lover - Chapter 8

Shen Zaiqing had never seen what Long Xin looked like in her human form.

Seven years ago, that kiss had been delivered with utmost devotion by Long Xin. She had never transformed into a human in front of a person before; that day was the first time, carrying all her conviction and resolve.

Back then, in the pitch black of the night, Shen Zaiqing hadn’t seen her face clearly. Even so, it had startled her enough that she gave Long Xin a direct, blunt punch to the face. The punch didn’t actually hurt Long Xin’s face, but it made her heart feel heavy and stifled.

Long Xin had fled dejectedly and had never appeared before Shen Zaiqing again after that. Even though she knew Shen Zaiqing visited Dragon Cliff Mountain every year, she forced herself to stay hidden.

The distance between them now was exactly the same as it had been that night. The surroundings were incredibly quiet, and Shen Zaiqing was sleeping deeply—the conditions were even better than they had been seven years ago.

Yet, Long Xin no longer possessed the courage she had that night.

She didn’t want Shen Zaiqing to hate her again. In truth, being able to look at her from this close, to trace her profile with her eyes, and even to exclusively enjoy her tenderness was already a blessing from the heavens. Long Xin felt she should be content.

Long Xin rested her head on Shen Zaiqing’s pillow, which was saturated with Shen Zaiqing’s scent. She lay on her side, her clear eyes focused and incredibly soft. She greedily thought that if only she could see the Professor from this close every day, it would be wonderful.

The small blanket slid off Long Xin’s waist—it was a tiny thing, piled up in front of her. When she was a cub, it was a large blanket that could cover her completely, but now that she stood 170 cm tall, the blanket was like a hand towel; it slipped off with the slightest movement and simply wouldn’t stay on her body.

Long Xin ignored it, keeping her limbs disciplined. She even tucked back her messy hair, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

“Professor, goodnight.” Her gaze was misty and incredibly gentle. She brushed her shoulder-length hair behind her ears, revealing her fair neck. Her red lips moved, bringing out faint dimples as she whispered goodnight to Shen Zaiqing once more.

She hid all the love she didn’t dare express during the day within that one “goodnight.” And, “Sweet dreams.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her gaze dropped. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. Not long after, she too entered a sweet dreamland.

Shen Zaiqing woke up exactly one minute before her phone alarm was set to go off. After checking the time, she turned the alarm off.

She had slept very well last night and woke up in a cheerful mood. She had even dreamed of Long Xin; although the dragon was still as awkward as ever, half the beauty of the dream was thanks to her.

Long Xin was still asleep. She was lying flat on her back under the pillow—a tiny thing. Shen Zaiqing was in no rush to get up; she propped her head on her arm and lay on her side to observe Long Xin’s sleeping posture.

Long Xin was sleeping very deeply. Because her tail was tucked under her body, her two feet were suspended in the air, twitching once or twice occasionally. Don’t ask if this was comfortable; the simple answer was that her legs were too short to reach the surface of the bed even if she wanted to. If she lay on her side, she wouldn’t have this problem, but Long Xin seemed to love sleeping on her back with all four limbs in the air.

Her two hands were gripping the edges of the blanket, keeping her belly well-wrapped and secured so it wouldn’t slide away. The watermelon pattern was printed exactly over her belly, and the edges of the blanket were green; since Long Xin had pulled it taut, it looked as if a watermelon had grown on her stomach. Especially in the dim light, it looked completely natural.

Shen Zaiqing felt her taste was excellent for choosing such a suitable blanket for her. Her luck was also good; she had adopted such a conscientious little dragon who would pull the blanket tight when cold, so there was no need to worry about her catching a chill at night.

Having slept well, Shen Zaiqing had no intention of going back to sleep. She got up decisively, tucked away the thick quilt, and walked to the window to pull back a sliver of the curtain.

The weather today was beautiful—the sky was a brilliant blue, the white clouds were fluffy, and warm sunlight streamed through the window, bathing Shen Zaiqing in its glow. Her room had a bay window with a wide view, facing another famous landmark of Building No. 3: the Spiral Flight Ladder. Standing by the window, one could see the entire structure.

The Spiral Flight Ladder had been built by the Dragon Management Bureau at a massive cost and was very popular among dragon cubs. Even this early, several little dragons were already climbing and playing on it, going up and down over and over again. They would climb to the top and slide down the chute.

The bottom of the slide wasn’t set on the ground but in mid-air. After sliding from the top, the little dragons would be tossed into the air following the track’s trajectory, then fall. After reaching a certain height, they would hover, adjust their bodies to the most comfortable position, and then drop into a sponge pit.

Challenging the Spiral Flight Ladder required courage, but little dragons never lacked for that. They were, after all, the kings of the sky.

Shen Zaiqing couldn’t help but wonder: would her little dragon like such entertainment facilities?

Shen Zaiqing watched in fascination.

Long Xin woke up at some point and, seeing Shen Zaiqing staring intently out the window, dizzily controlled her body to walk over. Her little tail dragged on the ground, limp and soft, accidentally hooking onto a hair tie Shen Zaiqing had dropped and bringing it along to the window.

Long Xin squeezed into the curtains, her body swaying, eyes still half-closed. She hooked her hands onto the edge of the bay window, climbed up, and then held onto the glass with both hands to look at the “behemoth” below.

The Spiral Flight Ladder was fifteen stories high. The little dragons climbing up were like tiny bees; they climbed much faster than humans climbed stairs, reaching the top in just a few minutes. At the very peak, there was even a trampoline—the kind without safety netting—that could bounce them over ten meters high. Combined with the height of the ladder itself, any dragon cub who hadn’t learned to fly would probably get weak knees just looking at it.

As an adult dragon, Long Xin was very confident in her flying skills. She was thinking that if she bounced up there, she might be able to see their home while in mid-air.

Shen Zaiqing felt a warm presence near her hand. Looking down, she realized Long Xin was awake.

“Did you sleep well last night, Long Xin?” Shen Zaiqing pulled the curtains fully open, allowing warm sunlight to flood the room.

“Mm!” Long Xin’s gaze was glued to the Spiral Flight Ladder. In her head, she was already planning that when she went to play on that trampoline, she would make the Professor stay home so she could wave to her while jumping.

Shen Zaiqing stroked her head and smiled. “After we have breakfast, we can go down and play. You can watch here for a bit and see how they do it.”

Although Long Xin had the skill to fly and there were safety officers by the ladder, the risk factor for such large facilities was high. One had to understand them fully before going up.

Shen Zaiqing walked to the nightstand, picked up the remote to turn off the air conditioner, and was about to tie her hair back when she realized her hair tie was missing. She had felt it when she got up, so it must have dropped on the way to the window.

She retraced her steps and finally found it on Long Xin’s little tail. The hair tie had been snagged by the small fluff at the end of the tail. She walked over, removed the hair tie, and thoughtfully adjusted Long Xin’s tail, which was hanging off the edge of the bay window.

The gesture was seamless and without any hidden intent, but as she held Long Xin’s tail, she felt the texture was very nice—soft and squishy—so she gave it two little squeezes.

“I’ll go make breakfast.” She didn’t notice the change in Long Xin, turning toward the kitchen after setting the tail down.

Long Xin’s body froze. A spark of fire ignited from the spot Shen Zaiqing had just squeezed, spreading bit by bit to the rest of her body. All the green turned to red.

Long Xin, her face flushed crimson, suspected that Shen Zaiqing didn’t know this piece of knowledge: You cannot just touch a dragon’s tail whenever you want.