The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 44.2

Cang Lan shook her head. She pulled the stick of candied hawthorns from the very bottom of the box. Seeing Yu Xuanji’s eyes light up, she couldn’t help but smile. “Wife, look. I bought you candied hawthorns.”

Yu Xuanji took them happily. “How did you know I’ve wanted these for a long time? I only had them once when I was little. I remember them being sweet and sour… just thinking of the taste makes me happy.”

Cang Lan laughed. “As long as you like it. If it’s good, I’ll buy more for you tomorrow.”

Yu Xuanji stuck the bright, red stick into the food box. Though it smelled sweet, she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. She ate her porridge while staring longingly at the treat.

Finally finishing her bowl of rice porridge, Yu Xuanji held the candied hawthorns with both hands. She was about to take a big bite but suddenly stopped.

Cang Lan thought something was wrong with the fruit, but before she could ask, the red fruit was pressed against her own lips.

Yu Xuanji said with a smile, “A-Lan, you’ve worked hard taking care of me these days. I’ll give the biggest one to you.”

Cang Lan thought Yu Xuanji was hesitating because there was only one stick. She explained, “Wife, the stall was sold out tonight. This was a gift from another friend who bought them. If it’s not enough, I’ll buy you a whole cartload tomorrow, okay?”

Yu Xuanji stood up and leaned forward, bringing the hawthorns even closer. “But a whole cart wouldn’t be as good as this one. I want to give the biggest one to you.”

Cang Lan’s lips moved as she murmured, “Wife…”

Yu Xuanji laughed. “Here, eat it.”

Cang Lan took a bite. The sweet sugar coating cracked slowly, followed by the intense sourness of the fruit. It was so sour she had to blink repeatedly, and finally, she couldn’t help but take a gulp of the plain porridge.

Seeing Cang Lan’s pale red lips slightly parted and her brow furrowed, Yu Xuanji giggled. “What’s wrong? Can A-Lan not handle sour things?”

After drinking the porridge, the sourness faded. Cang Lan shook her head. “I am most afraid of sour things. The sugar on the outside was delicious, though.”

Yu Xuanji looked at the stick where a bite had been taken. She bit directly into the spot Cang Lan had touched. “I love sour things. In the future, you can eat the sugar on the outside, and I’ll eat the fruit inside, okay?”

Cang Lan hesitated. “Wife, how can you eat my leftovers?”

Yu Xuanji’s lips curled into a sweet smile. “I am your wife. They say husband and wife are one; there is no need for such distance between us. What’s the difference between you eating mine or me eating yours?”

Seeing her like this, Cang Lan teased, “If my wife eats the hawthorns like this, isn’t she indirectly ‘eating’ my mouth (kissing me)?”

Yu Xuanji’s face instantly turned bright red, and her ears burned. She snapped, “You… you…”

The “you” was repeated several times. Cang Lan rested her chin on her hand, tilting her head to stare into Yu Xuanji’s eyes. Seeing the girl so flustered she was almost in tears, she quickly went over to coax her. “I was wrong, wife. If you don’t like ‘eating mouths,’ we won’t do it in the future.”

Yu Xuanji pursed her lips. Watching Cang Lan kneeling halfway on the ground, coaxing her with the gentlest words, her gaze fell on the other’s moist, pale red lips. She quickly looked away.

Cang Lan laughed. “I’ve often heard people say that the touching of lips is the most intimate act between a couple. The women in the brothels even say it tastes sweet, fragrant, and soft, making one forget all their troubles.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xuanji’s flushed face turned pale. She stared into Cang Lan’s eyes and summoned her courage to ask, “You went to a brothel? Do you know what kind of place that is? Did you… have you already tasted it?”

Cang Lan denied it repeatedly. “I went there thinking it was a place that sold flowers! It’s spring and the flowers are blooming, so I wanted to buy some for you. Who knew it was a place for officials to drink and make merry? I didn’t get the flowers, and I almost couldn’t get away.”

Yu Xuanji pursed her lips and said awkwardly, “But what you said just now made me think you and they—”

Cang Lan shook her head firmly. “No. Rest assured, wife. From beginning to end, I have only you. I will only ever kiss you.”

Yu Xuanji ate a hawthorn, her cheek puffing out. She swallowed and said blankly, “But I don’t know how to kiss.”

Cang Lan stared at the corner of Yu Xuanji’s mouth, stained red by the fruit. She smiled. “I don’t know either. But I can practice with my wife. We have plenty of time.”

Yu Xuanji’s face became as red as the fruit. She turned her head away. “I’ve never tried with anyone. Since I was little, I haven’t liked being close to others. But if it’s you—”

At that point, she turned her head further and stopped speaking.

Cang Lan knew she was shy but wouldn’t let her off. She reached out to grab her wrist and pressed, “What if it’s me?”

Yu Xuanji bit her lip and refused to speak. Her palm, holding the wooden skewer, became sweaty. Suddenly, she lost her grip, and the candied hawthorns fell straight to the ground. By the time she reacted, they were covered in dust and fallen leaves.

Cang Lan had just been teasing her. Seeing the treat fall and Yu Xuanji looking heartbroken as she tried to pick it up, Cang Lan stood up and hugged her. “Don’t bother picking it up, wife. Leave it for the ants. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the street to buy even sweeter ones. This one was too sour anyway.”

Yu Xuanji looked at the dirty hawthorns. She picked them up and gently blew off the dust, holding them like a treasure. “But this is the first stick you ever bought me. To me, it’s more precious than a whole cartload. But I dropped it…”

Seeing her insistence, Cang Lan smiled. “Fine. Wash it before you eat it. There are four left; let’s have one each and finish them together, okay?”

Yu Xuanji nodded. But Cang Lan hugged her from behind, resting her chin in the crook of the girl’s neck. Her lips brushed against Yu Xuanji’s ear as she whispered, “But wife… you just said you wanted to kiss me and let me ‘eat your mouth.’ I haven’t succeeded yet.”

The person in her arms seemed to shudder. Cang Lan, pressed against Yu Xuanji’s back, could feel her body trembling slightly—she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or something else.

Cang Lan sighed, feeling her words might have been too abrupt. She said regretfully, “Did I scare you? I should hold my tongue. I won’t say it again; don’t be afraid.”

Yu Xuanji looked back. As she turned her head slightly, her lips brushed across Cang Lan’s cheek. The other’s skin was cool, soft, and smooth; the slight contact made her heart race.

Cang Lan was about to release her arms when her hand was covered by two cool hands. She heard Yu Xuanji whisper in a voice as soft as a mosquito, “Kiss.”

Cang Lan was pleasantly surprised. “What did you say?”

Yu Xuanji blushed and said it again: “Kiss.”

Cang Lan’s lips curled up. Staring at the girl’s reddening profile, she teased, “Say it one more time.”

Yu Xuanji suddenly stood up, breaking free from Cang Lan’s hold. Before leaving, she shot her an aggrieved look and murmured, “Shameless!”

Cang Lan tilted her head and chased after her. She picked Yu Xuanji up in a horizontal carry and laughed. “Wife, I recall we haven’t had our wedding night yet. There’s no day like the present—how about we have it today?”

Yu Xuanji’s arms wrapped tightly around Cang Lan’s neck. Being carried and spun around made her feel like she was flying. “A-Lan, slow down—”

Cang Lan stopped. She looked down into Yu Xuanji’s eyes. Her own eyes were bright, as if a galaxy were hidden within them.

Being held in mid-air, Yu Xuanji couldn’t help but caress Cang Lan’s cheek. She slowly tilted her head up, moving closer.

Cang Lan held her breath. Just as their lips were about to touch, Yu Xuanji slipped out of her arms, winked at her, and turned to run toward the moonlight.

Cang Lan chased after her. The further she ran, the brighter it became, but Yu Xuanji’s silhouette grew hazy, as if a mist had risen.

Suddenly, Cang Lan’s foot hit empty air, and she fell into an abyss. She struggled to climb out but couldn’t move; she felt as if she were sinking into a marsh, flailing her arms with all her might.

Tushan Bai walked into the kitchen with a long face, and this was the scene she witnessed:

Yu Xuanji was tending the fire at the stove, while in her arms lay a “giant infant.” This infant had her eyes closed, crying and laughing while flailing her arms. Suddenly, the infant lunged forward, hooked her arms around Yu Xuanji’s neck, and began kissing her face repeatedly.

As Cang Lan kissed her, she giggled foolishly. Anyone watching would think she had lost her mind.

Tushan Bai rubbed her aching arms. She wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her from exhaustion. Was she seeing things?

Yu Xuanji, while tending the fire, was helplessly trying to soothe the woman in her arms. Seeing Tushan Bai looking like she’d seen a ghost, Yu Xuanji said helplessly, “A-Lan ate some poisonous mushrooms I picked. She’s like this now.”

Tushan Bai couldn’t bear to look. “Let her eat! Let her eat more! How did I never notice this dragon was so stupid? Eating poisonous mushrooms… lucky for her she can’t die.”

Cang Lan was still in a daze. She buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s chest, rubbing her dragon horns against her. She shouted loudly, “Wife, don’t run! Wife, I’m coming for you!”

The sound made Tushan Bai’s teeth ache. Her mouth twitched. Grabbing the little bone-spirit, she turned and fled, making sure to shut the kitchen door behind her.

Yu Xuanji was suddenly knocked backward by Cang Lan, falling onto a pile of firewood. She tried to prop herself up to get away, but Cang Lan pinned her down. A hand fumbled around her waist, tugging at her sash, as she muttered, “Why are these clothes so tight? I can’t get them off…”