The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 5

 After finishing dinner, Cang Lan went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Being a dragon, summoning wind and rain was a daily occurrence for her, let alone a simple water-manipulation spell like this.

Once all the pots, bowls, and ladles were neatly arranged, Cang Lan transformed into her dragon form, dove into the dragon pool for a swim, and then leaped out of the water with her wet, black hair clinging to her head.

The moment she emerged; she was caught red-handed by Yu Xuanji. A soft cloth was draped over her head, and Yu Xuanji’s hand pressed down, rubbing her dripping wet head a few times.

Yu Xuanji frowned and said, “Didn’t I tell you a few days ago? You must dry your hair after washing it, or you’ll catch a cold.”

Cang Lan opened her mouth to speak, but Yu Xuanji stared at the back of her head and timely cut her off before she could argue: “Even though you are a true dragon, dragons can get sick too. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Yu Xuanji looked down at this “naughty” dragon, who was radiating cold air and acting restless, and said nonchalantly, “If you get sick, I will be very heartbroken.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, the dragon beneath her hands indeed settled down quite a bit.

Yu Xuanji curled her lips into a smile and rubbed Cang Lan’s hair until it was half-dry, leaving the rest for the other to slowly evaporate using her spiritual power. She slowly began to untie her belt with one hand, but before she could take off her outer robe, her wrist was suddenly pinned down by Cang Lan.

Cang Lan looked at her guardedly and asked, “What are you doing?”

Yu Xuanji tilted her head and smiled. “I haven’t bathed in many days. I feel like my body is filthy, and even my hair has a scent; it doesn’t smell good at all.”

As she spoke, the dragon in front of her leaned in, pressing against Yu Xuanji’s chest, sniffing incessantly. Her nose moved up along the neck until her entire face was buried in Yu Xuanji’s hair.

After nuzzling back and forth against Yu Xuanji’s neck and shoulder for a good while, Cang Lan asked in confusion, “I only smell a light, delicate fragrance. Where is there any foul smell?”

When Cang Lan lifted her head, her lips caught a strand of Yu Xuanji’s hair. She subconsciously pursed her lips and then quietly pulled the strand out.

Yu Xuanji, however, insisted, “But I really haven’t bathed in a long time. My body feels very uncomfortable, and it’s even a bit itchy.”

Cang Lan felt that Yu Xuanji was not in good health, so now was not a good time for a bath. Whether human or demon, one is at their most vulnerable while bathing. Cang Lan thought about using a Cleansing Spell on Yu Xuanji, but for some reason, she vaguely guessed that Yu Xuanji probably wouldn’t like that.

Seeing how stubborn Yu Xuanji was being, Cang Lan took a step back. “How about this: I’ll scratch the itch for you. Let’s go to the bed first.”

Cang Lan swiftly picked Yu Xuanji up in a princess carry and, in the blink of an eye, placed her on the stone bed, leaning her body gently over her.

Two “wicked” dragon claws quietly reached toward Yu Xuanji’s back, slowly sliding into her collar. The person in her arms trembled a few times, letting out intermittent pleas for mercy.

A tear escaped the corner of Yu Xuanji’s eye as she begged, “A-Lan! It tickles…”

Cang Lan smiled mischievously. Her scratching motions grew faster, teasing Yu Xuanji in various ways. Only after hearing Yu Xuanji cry out for mercy did, she retract her dragon claws, wrap her arm around the other’s waist, lift the animal-hide blanket, and dive in.

A dragon’s body temperature is extremely high. Since Yu Xuanji’s hands and feet were icy cold, she was naturally unwilling to leave this human-shaped heater. Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji, nuzzling her neck and chin with her head, being so clingy that she couldn’t be shaken off.

Cang Lan asked, “Do you still want to bathe?”

With tears in her eyes, Yu Xuanji shook her head. “I won’t.”

Cang Lan pulled her closer, throwing a leg across Yu Xuanji’s waist, and said with satisfaction, “I don’t find you dirty.”

The woman’s body was fragrant and soft. Cang Lan felt itchy and hot all over; she held Yu Xuanji and nuzzled her over and over with her nose and mouth, humming comfortably.

Yu Xuanji couldn’t withstand Cang Lan’s fiery passion. She blinked her eyes gently, stretched her neck, and asked, “Are you… itchy?”

Cang Lan’s movements came to an abrupt halt. She looked at this unromantic, “stupid” woman in disbelief, wanting to roar that she didn’t have fleas on her!

The nights in the Desolate Wilds were extremely cold, yet midday felt like being inside a giant furnace. Minor demons without cultivation could only hide in stone caves or underground, huddled up and quietly waiting for the day to pass.

Inside the Dragon Pool, however, it was as warm as spring, maintained entirely by Cang Lan’s body temperature and the barrier at the cave entrance. At this moment, Cang Lan was leaning into Yu Xuanji’s embrace, her head resting on the other’s chest, pestering Yu Xuanji to tell her a story.

Yu Xuanji leaned against the head of the bed, holding that copy of Dream of the Red Chamber in one hand: “This chapter says that when Daiyu first entered the Jia Mansion, she met her grandmother and a whole host of relatives, and she also met a youth named Baoyu.”

She closed the book at this point, turned to look at the captivated Cang Lan, and said with a smile, “It’s already very late. Let us rest.”

Cang Lan was listening intently. Yu Xuanji’s voice was soft and pleasant; when she told stories, her words alone were enough to pull the dragon into the imagined scenes.

However, sleeping was a major event in a dragon’s life, and sufficient sleep was essential for Yu Xuanji’s health. Cang Lan had no choice but to dim the light of the Night-Luminous Pearl at the bedside, took Yu Xuanji back into her arms, and nuzzled her forehead with her chin.

Cang Lan said softly, as if coaxing a child, “Alright, close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Nestled in her arms, Yu Xuanji’s breathing gradually became steady. Realizing that the person in her arms seemed to have fallen asleep, Cang Lan—who felt no sleepiness at all and felt an itch in her heart—pulled the copy of Dream of the Red Chamber out from under the pillow.

Cang Lan wanted to know the story between Daiyu and Baoyu. Since Yu Xuanji was asleep and there was no one to tell it to her, she would read it herself! It was just reading; it wasn’t as if she couldn’t do it.

She carefully flipped the pages open. Cang Lan blinked, putting on an air of someone studying by lamplight. She held the book up with one hand while slowly withdrawing her other arm, which Yu Xuanji was resting on.

Very soon, she was dumbfounded.

Looking through the whole book, Cang Lan recognized about seventy or eighty percent of the radicals and components, but once they were combined into characters, she couldn’t read a single word. Cang Lan couldn’t help but worry; being so illiterate, if Yu Xuanji found out, she would surely laugh at her.

No matter if she looked at it right-side up or upside down, Cang Lan couldn’t make heads or tails of it. She sighed silently, regretting that she hadn’t studied characters properly with the Old Phoenix back then. Now, being illiterate was embarrassing and would only make people laugh.

Yu Xuanji was a very light sleeper and was awakened by the faint sound of pages turning. Opening her eyes under the dim light, she saw a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber right in front of her face. Looking closer, it seemed the reader was holding the book upside down.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Yu Xuanji’s voice was hoarse, tinged with an undetectable laziness. She asked, “Do you still want me to tell you the story?”

Cang Lan put the book down and said with feigned composure, “No… no need. I can read it myself.”

Yu Xuanji curled her lips. “But A-Lan, your book… seems to be upside down.”

Cang Lan maintained her calm. “I just like reading books upside down!”

Immediately after, she changed the subject: “Tell me, what kind of person is this Daiyu? Have you seen her, My Lady?”

Yu Xuanji thought for a moment, took out that flat black box, placed it before Cang Lan, and said, “I suppose… I have. It’s inside here.”

Cang Lan was suddenly struck with horror: “What? Daiyu is actually a demon too? And she’s hidden inside this box?”

Yu Xuanji smiled helplessly and had no choice but to patiently explain to Cang Lan word by word: “This thing can record a person’s appearance and voice and save them. However, it is broken; a corner of the screen is shattered. I don’t know if a mouse bit it.”

With a guilty conscience, Cang Lan stuffed the flat box under the pillow. Then, feeling it wasn’t safe enough, she pushed it further away and whispered, “Um… maybe some mouse… bit it while we were sleeping.”

A ray of light slowly shone through the small hole overhead. Yu Xuanji guessed the moon must have come out. Her sleepiness had vanished, so she simply rolled over and took the crumpled book from Cang Lan’s hand.

Yu Xuanji said with a smile, “Just now you said you wanted to know what Daiyu looks like. I will tell you.”

There were many passages in the book describing Daiyu’s appearance. Yu Xuanji read them over and, feeling that Cang Lan certainly wouldn’t understand the flowery language, simplified it into the common, easy-to-understand language they used daily.

“Eyes full of emotion, a grace like a willow swaying in the breeze…”

“Her talent is extraordinary; she is a rare gifted woman…”

Hearing Yu Xuanji use countless words of praise to describe Daiyu, Cang Lan felt increasingly uneasy.

This was clearly her lady! How could she dare to lavish praise on another woman she had never even met right in front of her!

Before Yu Xuanji could finish, she saw Cang Lan scramble up from the bed with her clothes in disarray. Cang Lan crossed her arms, stared at her, and asked relentlessly, “Tell me, who is more beautiful: Daiyu, or me?”