The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 43.2

Cang Lan was about to say she was fine, but suddenly the world began to spin. Countless sparkling stars appeared before her eyes, and even Yu Xuanji’s face became distorted.

Yu Xuanji’s voice seemed to drift further and further away. Cang Lan felt her body falling like a bird in a plummeting dive, a strong sense of weightlessness washing over her as if she were falling to the ground from ten thousand meters high.

A soft murmur reached her ears. Cang Lan woke up with a start, only to find herself tightly clutching a pale hand.

Yu Xuanji was lying on the bed, her face as white as paper, her lips devoid of color, struggling to open her eyes to look at her.

Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji’s hand, gently stroking the wound on her finger. She whispered comfortingly, “It’s alright, it’s good that you’re awake.”

Yu Xuanji moved her lips as if to say something. Cang Lan couldn’t hear clearly, so she leaned in and pressed her ear to the other’s lips, saying softly, “Don’t rush, speak slowly.”

Yu Xuanji said weakly, “Don’t hurt that spider.”

Cang Lan was stunned for a moment. She looked at the blue spider on the table, encased in a water sphere—the very thing that had nearly taken Yu Xuanji’s life.

Seeing the shock in Cang Lan’s eyes, Yu Xuanji followed her gaze to the spider floating in the water sphere and whispered, “A-Lan, let it go. I provoked it first. It bit me once; let’s call it even.”

Cang Lan’s expression was troubled, but she eventually nodded. “Fine, I’ll let it go. Don’t speak anymore; just lie still and rest.”

Yu Xuanji hummed an “en” and watched as Cang Lan left, taking the water sphere with the spider.

Once outside, Cang Lan’s gentle expression instantly turned to ice. She looked down at the spider without a shred of pity, saying coldly, “Vile creature. This King does not seek to kill. I shall let you go; do not harm anyone again.”

The blue spider was released from the water sphere. It lay on the ground, motionless at first, then cautiously crawled toward Cang Lan. It rubbed its fuzzy front legs against the edge of her shoe before slowly crawling away.

Yu Xuanji’s constitution was already frail. If she hadn’t consumed Cang Lan’s dragon blood, she likely couldn’t have been saved even by a Great Golden Immortal after being bitten by the highly venomous blue spider.

After the bite, Yu Xuanji rested at home for a full seven days before she regained enough energy.

Cang Lan picked some immortal herbs and boiled them into a tonic for her. Fearing she would find it bitter, she went out to buy a jar of honey to mix into the medicine.

After seven days, Yu Xuanji’s complexion finally improved slightly, and she could get out of bed to walk. However, Cang Lan still didn’t want her going out into the wind, fearing she might encounter another poisonous insect.

If she were bitten again and not treated in time, no amount of dragon blood would help.

During these days spent with Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan finally realized the fragility of humans. A mere bite from a small insect could nearly end a life, and a common minor illness could become a catastrophe.

Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji’s hand and led her outside for a short walk. Suddenly, she heard Yu Xuanji cough a few times, her cheeks flushing. Cang Lan reached out and felt a wave of burning heat.

Yu Xuanji had developed a fever.

Cang Lan initially thought about feeding her more dragon blood but feared her body couldn’t handle too much. Instead, she used a method learned from physicians: she soaked a cloth in water, wrung it out, and placed it on Yu Xuanji’s forehead.

Yu Xuanji was delirious from the fever, even muttering nonsense in her sleep. Cang Lan didn’t care what she was saying; she simply shed her clothes and slipped into the blanket, pulling Yu Xuanji’s frail body into a tight embrace.

Cang Lan’s body was naturally cool, more effective than any damp cloth. Yu Xuanji, suffering from the heat, sought out the coldness and pressed against it. Her hands and feet tangled around Cang Lan, refusing to let go.

The thin girl curled up naked in Cang Lan’s arms. Cang Lan looked down silently at the girl’s pale face and her cheeks flushed crimson by the fever. She reached out to gently cradle the back of her head, pressing her face and forehead against the cool skin of her neck.

Cang Lan’s hand lightly patted Yu Xuanji’s back as she pressed her lips to the other’s ear, humming a song softly.

The Yu Xuanji in her arms slowly opened her eyes. Listening to the soft murmurs by her ear, she curled closer to the other’s chest, closing her eyes with a faint smile.

Cang Lan noticed Yu Xuanji curling toward her and asked softly, “Lady, are you feeling cold?”

Yu Xuanji didn’t speak. Cang Lan thought her own body might be too cold and that the other was uncomfortable, so she began to sit up slowly while speaking. After a moment, Cang Lan’s waist was tightly hugged by Yu Xuanji. The girl’s lips pressed against her throat as she said weakly, “A-Lan, don’t go.”

Cang Lan patted her smooth back and kissed the top of her head subtly. “Fine, I won’t go. Sleep for a while. Once the fever breaks, you won’t feel so bad.”

The two of them slept in each other’s arms. Warmed by the heat from the girl’s skin, Cang Lan eventually drifted into a daze and fell asleep as well.

When she woke up, it was already evening. Silken threads of the setting sun filtered through the window frame, spilling across the bed.

Cang Lan slowly opened her eyes, only to be caught off guard by two dark, watery eyes. She couldn’t help but shrink back slightly.

Yu Xuanji had woken up at some unknown point and was lying on her chest, staring at her intently.

It was the first time Cang Lan had been startled like this. She clutched her heart, and being “candid” (unclothed) with Yu Xuanji, she suddenly felt a flush of heat on her face.

Yu Xuanji, however, wasn’t afraid. She tilted her head, staring at Cang Lan’s face before her gaze slowly moved to the other’s chest. She said in surprise, “A-Lan, why is there a scale here?”

Cang Lan looked down and saw that Yu Xuanji was pointing to her heart-protecting dragon scale. She smiled and explained, “This is my heart-protecting scale. It is the hardest shield on my entire body.”

Seeing Yu Xuanji staring at the scale, Cang Lan laughed. “Don’t be afraid, Lady, and don’t think of me as a freak. I am a divine dragon from Penglai Immortal Island in the East Sea. I came to the human world specifically to marry you.”

Yu Xuanji said in disbelief, “Why me?” As she spoke, her eyes lowered, her voice carrying a hint of grievance: “I am but a mere mortal. If you truly wanted a wife, why didn’t you look for those goddesses in the Immortal Realm? Why choose a sickly person like me?”

Cang Lan took her wrist and gently pressed her hand against the pale gold scale. She smiled and said, “Mortal or immortal, it doesn’t matter; it only depends on my heart. If I like someone, I don’t care if they are human, ghost, demon, or monster. As long as I like them, they are the one on the tip of my heart.”

Yu Xuanji’s face turned from porcelain white to a soft pink. She looked away, trying to pull her hand back, but Cang Lan held her wrist firmly, keeping it pressed against her.

Cang Lan explained softly, “It is my armor and my weapon, the most important part of my body. But it also follows my heart in loving someone. That is why it allows you to touch it. If it were anyone else, a single touch would turn them to ashes.”

Yu Xuanji was stunned. “Then you mean, you—”

Realizing that Cang Lan was indirectly professing her love, Yu Xuanji’s hand, which had been about to continue stroking the scale, snapped back. She covered her cheeks and shook her head vigorously.

Cang Lan leaned in, her lips touching the other’s fingers, and asked, “Does my lady not like me?”

Yu Xuanji shook her head fiercely. Cang Lan curled her lips into a smile. “Since you like me and are willing to accept me, why are you still so shy after being married for so many days? It truly makes your wife sad.”

Hearing the woman’s soft, ambiguous voice by her ear, Yu Xuanji’s head felt dizzy, her body feeling as if it were sinking deeper and deeper into hot water. She gave a random, flustered reply, only to hear the woman chuckling softly, her voice just like that first night.

Cang Lan sat up and pulled Yu Xuanji onto her lap. They were eye to eye. Yu Xuanji took one look and quickly lowered her head, but her face grew even redder, the flush spreading from her ears to her neck and down to her collarbone.

For a moment, she was so ashamed and embarrassed she wanted to find a pillar and run into it.

Seeing the rose-colored hue spread across Yu Xuanji’s snow-white skin, and seeing her so distressed she was almost in tears, Cang Lan cupped the back of her head and let her bump against her chest, asking knowingly, “What’s wrong?”

Yu Xuanji curled up in Cang Lan’s arms, so embarrassed she didn’t know which way was up, her ears buzzing.

The woman’s voice, as soft and ambiguous as morning mist, lingered in her mind. Yu Xuanji bit her lower lip. She heard the woman say, “Your face is so red, are you having a fever again?”

Yu Xuanji bit the tip of her tongue to steady her racing thoughts. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, unable to slow down. She heard the woman’s words of concern, but when she looked up, she met a pair of eyes filled with hidden meaning.

Cang Lan curled her lips, resting her chin on one hand, her eyes never leaving Yu Xuanji. She smiled. “My lady’s face is so red, like a ripe immortal peach—fragrant and sweet.”

Faced with such a gaze, Yu Xuanji’s face turned crimson. She bit her lip and turned away, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of mischief in Cang Lan’s gaze.

Bad woman!

Yu Xuanji had never been close to anyone, let alone being unclothed and sitting in such an intimate posture with another woman. She stiffened and stuttered, “How… how do you know it’s sweet?”

Cang Lan tilted her head, carefully admiring the blush on the girl’s cheeks and her watery, shimmering eyes. She laughed softly. “I’m guessing. But I might be wrong. If my lady is willing to let me have a taste, that would be even better.”

Yu Xuanji’s head burned. She slammed her forehead into Cang Lan’s chest, right against the warm heart-protecting scale.

Seeing Yu Xuanji collapse straight against her chest, Cang Lan laughed. “Does my lady want to crush me? Alas, to be a young widow… it truly makes your wife’s heart ache.”