The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 12

Yu Xuanji was pressed onto a stone chair by Cang Lan, sitting obediently. She watched the iron-eating beast and the grey wolf demon, both with ashen faces, supporting each other as they staggered into the cave. Her gaze then drifted silently toward the bowl of deep purple carrot soup that was emitting a ghostly blue glow.

She had no idea what magical ingredients had been added to this soup; after throwing in fresh, red, and crisp carrots, the resulting broth had actually turned this color.

Yu Xuanji swallowed hard. Immediately after, her chin was gently tilted up by Cang Lan, who asked with a face full of concern, “Wife, are you alright? I suspect some villain has poisoned our food. Otherwise, how could the three of them end up like this?”

While Cang Lan spoke, the grey wolf demon picked up the foaming-at-the-mouth Huang Liu and used her internal energy to force out the “fish balls” she had consumed.

The cave was in total chaos. Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji’s chin, making her open her mouth so she could examine it meticulously. She let out a sigh of relief and said luckily, “Wife, fortunately you are fine. Let me check your body.”

Yu Xuanji slowly parted her lips. As Cang Lan leaned in to look, she caught a faint, fresh scent—it was Yu Xuanji’s body fragrance. She smelled it every night while holding Yu Xuanji to sleep, sometimes even feeling as though her own clothes and skin had been stained with the scent.

But smelling it today amidst such chaos made Cang Lan’s face suddenly flush hot. The shouting of her three subordinates faded away into the background; she could only hear her heart thumping violently against her chest, as if it were about to break through bone and muscle to get out.

Cang Lan held her breath, thinking that Yu Xuanji must have secretly cast some sort of bewitching incense on her. Otherwise, why would her heart race and her face flush the moment she got close?

Huang Liu had not yet woken up. The grey wolf demon pried her jaw open, preparing to give her “demon-to-demon” artificial respiration, but was pulled aside by the weakened iron-eating beast: “You still dare to kiss her? Do you think you aren’t poisoned deeply enough? Her mouth is full of venom right now! You’ll lose your life!”

Seeing this, Cang Lan used her finger as a blade to slit her fingertip, squeezing out a drop of fresh blood onto Huang Liu’s pale lips. That drop of dragon blood slid along the crack of the lips and into her tightly shut teeth. In the blink of an eye, Huang Liu’s pale skin began to regain its color, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The other two great demons breathed sighs of relief. Yu Xuanji stood up from the stone chair, walked behind Cang Lan, and gently pinched her finger.

With her fingertip firmly held by Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan turned around and saw Yu Xuanji staring intently at the wound that had not yet fully healed.

There was a fresh wound on Cang Lan’s middle finger that was no longer bleeding, but it was clearly new. However, there was a scabbed scar on her index finger that looked identical to the wound on the middle finger.

Being stared at so intently by Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan curled her knuckles slightly and said softly, “Wife, it’s nothing. It’s just a small wound; it will heal soon. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Yu Xuanji’s fingertips gently brushed the skin around the wound, her gaze slowly passing over the scar on the index finger. She felt that Cang Lan seemed to be hiding something from her.

After the three great demons supported each other out of the cave, Cang Lan looked at the large table of dishes she had painstakingly prepared. She picked up her chopsticks to stab into a meatball, but to her surprise, the cooled meatball was as hard as steel; she couldn’t pierce it at all.

Standing beside her, Yu Xuanji watched as Cang Lan tried to pick up the slippery meatballs. She failed repeatedly until, in a fit of rage, she used her full strength to shove the chopstick straight through the plate, leaving a hole. When she pulled the chopstick out, its sharp tip had poked a deep hole into the stone table.

Cang Lan said furiously, “I must find out exactly who poisoned the food!”

Yu Xuanji curved her lips into a smile. She sat at the stone table facing the four dishes and one soup, took out a small bowl, and served herself some soup.

Cang Lan held her breath, staring fixedly at Yu Xuanji’s slender wrists and long fingers. Seeing her pick up the bowl to drink, she finally couldn’t hold back and reached out to cover the rim of the bowl, shaking her head at Yu Xuanji: “Wife, don’t drink it.”

After saying this, Cang Lan guiltily moved the bowl away, not daring to look Yu Xuanji in the eye.

Yu Xuanji understood everything. She covered Cang Lan’s hand on the stone table with her palm, slowly stroking it with her fingertips for a moment.

Fine, dense black scales gradually grew on Cang Lan’s wrist. Yu Xuanji leaned in curiously to look, but the other woman suddenly pulled her hand back: “Wi… Wife, I can’t sleep with you today. I… on my body, it seems…”

Seeing Cang Lan’s stuttering state, Yu Xuanji grabbed her wrist and pressed her palm against a black dragon scale, making Cang Lan tremble all over from the itch.

Yu Xuanji asked in confusion, “What is actually wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?”

Cang Lan tried to pull her hand back, making up a lie on the spot: “Yes, I have fleas on me. If you touch me, they’ll spread to you. I must stay in the cold pond for a while and wait for the fleas to disappear before I sleep with you again.”

Yu Xuanji’s lips curved into a smile, though a trace of concern remained in her eyes. She chuckled softly and said, “Fleas come from not washing your body regularly. You always just use a Cleansing Charm to brush it off; it would be better to take a proper hot bath. How about this? I’ll help you bathe, okay?”

Cang Lan sat upright, her body so stiff she couldn’t move. She was half-coaxed and half-pushed out of her outer garment by Yu Xuanji. Her hair was gently brushed to her chest by Yu Xuanji’s hands, revealing her nape, which was already covered in pitch-black scales.

Yu Xuanji took a look and slowly reached out toward those scales. The moment her fingertip touched them, Cang Lan let out a moan and jumped three feet high. When she landed, she crouched on the ground, clutching the back of her neck tightly with both hands, staring at Yu Xuanji with a resentful gaze.

Cang Lan’s eyes were moist, appearing as if covered in a layer of misty water. She covered the back of her neck and slowly stood up, looking at Yu Xuanji guiltily, and said, “Wife, did… did my scales scare you?”

Yu Xuanji shook her head, reached out to gently stroke the top of her head, and said with a smile, “No, your scales are very beautiful. Like black gemstones, shiny and bright.”

Cang Lan was inwardly delighted, and she couldn’t hide the expression on her face. She slowly hooked one side of her mouth, pretending to be calm: “Really?”

Yu Xuanji stroked her head again: “Mhm, very beautiful.”

Cang Lan blinked rapidly twice: “Then say it again, I didn’t hear it just now.”

Yu Xuanji laughed: “Your scales are soft and cool; they feel very good to the touch. They are more beautiful than the most dazzling gemstones in the world.”

Cang Lan covered her face with both hands, feeling so lightheaded from the praise that she didn’t know where she was anymore.

Her head felt itchy, and being stroked by Yu Xuanji seemed to make it even itchier. Cang Lan affectionately used the top of her head and her brow to rub against Yu Xuanji’s palm; her body instinctively wanted to embrace Yu Xuanji and nuzzle into her arms a few more times.

Thinking this, Cang Lan’s actions were one step faster. She hugged Yu Xuanji tightly, resting her chin in the hollow of the other’s neck, using her cheek, sideburns, and the tip of her nose to nuzzle Yu Xuanji’s neck and ears over and over.

Yu Xuanji’s hand was still on Cang Lan’s brow when suddenly her palm was met by something hard and hot. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked closer; two rounded, delicate little dragon horns had quietly emerged from Cang Lan’s hair.

Cang Lan snapped her eyes open, her round golden pupils turning into vertical slits in an instant. She gasped heavily and took several steps back, breaking the intimate distance between them. She clutched the two protruding dragon horns in disbelief, looking as though she were about to cry from panic.

Yu Xuanji’s hand remained suspended in mid-air. Her expression fell as she lowered her eyelids, her voice faint and carrying a hint of grievance: “Since I am your wife, why won’t you let me touch your dragon horns? Could it be… you find me repulsive?”