The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 17

 Being held in such a restrictive embrace by Cang Lan, Yu Xuanji leaned back entirely, her spine pressed against Cang Lan’s chest and the back of her head resting upon the other’s shoulder.

Yu Xuanji was forced to repeat the words Cang Lan had just uttered, yet the other party was far from satisfied, even becoming more demanding.

Cang Lan’s hands pinched Yu Xuanji’s waist: “Quick, say it. Am I your most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most favorite dragon?”

Yu Xuanji reached out, wanting to stir the fish soup stewing in the pot. Just as she extended her hand, her fingers were locked in a firm grip by Cang Lan from behind. She felt utterly helpless: “A-Lan, the fish soup is going to burn. Let me stir it first.”

Cang Lan gripped the spoon and gave it two extremely perfunctory stirs, saying, “There, you can say it now. No perfunctory answers allowed—I’ll be able to tell.”

Yu Xuanji pondered for a moment before saying, “You are my most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most favorite dragon.”

There were exactly nine “most.” This time, surely, there would be no issue.

A tiny, snow-white ball of a creature peeked its head out from behind the door. Seeing the two of them hugging and cuddling, it quickly extended two short, chubby little hands to cover its eyes.

The Ginseng Baby stood behind them watching for a while. Seeing this loving couple in such an intimate state, it stood on its tiptoes and prepared to turn and sneak away.

Cang Lan stared at Yu Xuanji’s profile, lightly touching it with the tip of her nose before her gaze drifted down to the other’s pale red lips. Driven by a sudden impulse, she leaned in, slowly closing the distance. Just as her lips were about to touch, a “gurgle-gurgle” sound erupted from behind them.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Xuanji turned her head. Cang Lan was so startled by the sudden noise that her whole body jolted. Both turned their heads simultaneously, locking eyes with the guilty-looking Ginseng Baby, who was just about to slip away.

The Ginseng Baby rubbed its empty little belly, gave them a toothy grin, and then turned on its bare feet to run away.

Cang Lan was so angry her nose almost went crooked. She released her hold on Yu Xuanji’s waist and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yu Xuanji followed with a worried expression, fearing Cang Lan might treat the ginseng as a pre-meal dessert. Chasing her to the study, Yu Xuanji saw Cang Lan sitting at the desk while the Ginseng Baby crouched on the floor, two bright green sprouts growing from the top of its head.

It should have been a warm and harmonious scene; Yu Xuanji curled her lips into a smile, preparing to return to the kitchen to finish cooking. However, in the next second, she saw Cang Lan grabbing the tender sprout on the Ginseng Baby’s head, kneading and rolling it between her fingers. The Ginseng Baby spun around in mid-air, emitting gurgling sounds until it became a blur of afterimages.

Sensing Yu Xuanji’s presence, Cang Lan calmly set the Ginseng Baby down and “gently” patted its head with her palm, as if the “Ginseng Top” from a moment ago had never existed.

Once Yu Xuanji had left, Cang Lan pointed at the Ginseng Baby’s nose while crunching on a carrot, warning: “Don’t you dare complain to my wife. If I find out, your fate will be exactly like this carrot. Do you understand?”

The Ginseng Baby sat on the floor with its legs curled up, nodding vigorously.

Cang Lan sat with her legs crossed, one hand propping up her chin as she flipped through the copybook Yu Xuanji had personally written for her. She found the character for “Jade” within the pages. Taking out a sheet of white paper, she imitated Yu Xuanji’s handwriting and wrote the character “Jade.”

Her right hand trembled slightly; it took Cang Lan a full minute to write the single character. When the final stroke was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief, holding the paper up with both hands before her eyes, marveling at how beautiful her handwriting was.

The Ginseng Baby bit its finger, tilting its head curiously: “Dragon-dragon, why are you drawing so many earthworms?”

Cang Lan’s face immediately fell: “Go away, you uncultured fat radish! Other people couldn’t learn my handwriting even if they wanted to.”

Having been critiqued by the Ginseng Baby, Cang Lan’s confidence was completely shattered. She looked at the character “Jade” and, making sure no one was watching, quietly rolled it up and hid it deep inside a scroll.

Lunchtime arrived. After Yu Xuanji finished cooking, she was carried by Cang Lan and placed upon the table. She laughed helplessly, pointing at the stone stool and saying with a smile: “Put me down.”

After Cang Lan set Yu Xuanji down, she dashed to the kitchen and brought out the three dishes and one soup that Yu Xuanji had personally prepared.

The Ginseng Baby followed behind Cang Lan on its short legs, holding a small bowl of rice above its head with both hands. As it walked, the sprout on its head quivered and its little bottom wiggled.

Yu Xuanji took the rice from its hands and reached out to pat its head, smiling warmly: “Thank you for your hard work.”

This was the scene Cang Lan witnessed as she stepped out with the bowls and chopsticks. Her heart felt sour, and she let out a cold snort from her nose: “Carrying one bowl of rice is hard work? I brought out so many dishes and you didn’t even pat me.”

Yu Xuanji smiled and reached a hand toward Cang Lan. Understanding the gesture, Cang Lan leaned down and moved closer. Yu Xuanji’s palm arrived as expected, gently stroking the top of her head twice.

Cang Lan sat opposite Yu Xuanji with a look of total satisfaction. She busily served her a bowl of fish soup and meticulously picked every bone out of the fish meat, placing it on a small saucer in front of Yu Xuanji.

The Ginseng Baby stood beside Yu Xuanji, twiddling its fingers. It then clutched its gurgling stomach, lowering its eyes and not daring to say a word.

Yu Xuanji pointed to the stool beside her and said with a smile: “Eat together. This small bowl is yours.”

The Ginseng Baby’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. In the next second, it hugged Yu Xuanji’s leg tightly, rubbing against her before happily jumping onto the stone stool.

Cang Lan drank the delicious fish soup, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the fat ginseng across from her. With a series of crunches, she ground the fish bones in her mouth to pieces and swallowed them whole.

The sky over the Desolate Wilds grew dark earlier and earlier. By the time Cang Lan finished washing the pots and pans in the kitchen, the horizon had gradually taken on the color of heavy ink.

Yu Xuanji stood behind her, using a soft cloth to gently wipe the dishes dry before placing them on a wooden rack.

Cang Lan was very skilled with her hands; this wooden rack had been made by her personally. Yu Xuanji would draw the diagrams, and Cang Lan would cut the wood according to the shapes she drew.

Though the Desolate Wilds were barren, there were many oases and deep mountain forests. While these places were inhabited by many vicious beasts who claimed territory as kings, they had all been beaten into submission by Cang Lan and dared not emerge from the depths of the forest.

Cang Lan took the utensils from Yu Xuanji’s hands and said, “Wife, let me do it. You worked hard cooking today. Starting tomorrow, I should be the one to handle the cooking at home.”

Yu Xuanji said with a radiant smile, “It wasn’t hard; I enjoy cooking. A-Lan, in the future, when you go out to hunt, leave the cooking to me.”

Cang Lan was moved to tears: “But…”

Before she could finish, Yu Xuanji spoke with a gentle but firm tone: “No ‘buts.’ From now on, I will prepare the meals at home.”

Ever since the Ginseng Baby had tasted Yu Xuanji’s cooking, it had turned into her permanent shadow. Wherever Yu Xuanji went, it followed, the white and tender round ball quivering with every step—it was truly endearing.

Cang Lan didn’t like this fat radish at all. After a while, she heard Yu Xuanji say, “A-Lan, are there other rooms in the cave? It’s freezing outside; prepare a little nest for her so she doesn’t freeze.”

Cang Lan stared expressionlessly at the fat radish. Originally, she was a thousand, even ten thousand times unwilling, but soon, she curled her lips and said, “Alright, Wife, I’ll take care of it immediately. Don’t you worry.”

After washing up, Yu Xuanji sat by the bed, using a bone needle and shark-silk thread to sew a prototype of an undergarment shoulder strap. Cang Lan’s original intimate wear was a crimson bellyband, but she only had that one.

Yu Xuanji knew that Cang Lan’s breast shape was very full and perky, and likely wouldn’t sag even without support, but she decided to make a few more sets for this jealous little dragon to rotate through.

A more important matter arose: she wasn’t quite sure of Cang Lan’s chest measurements. If she made it too small, it would be uncomfortably tight; if she made it too large, it wouldn’t fit and would be a waste of fabric.

Yu Xuanji curled her lips into a smile, planning to discuss it with Cang Lan tonight—and have her take off her clothes so she could properly measure her chest.