The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 50.2

“My wife taught me. My wife knows everything and is capable of everything; she’s amazing.”

Ming Huang took a sip of the fish soup and smiled. “Good, good. When you come to my house tomorrow, pick out whatever items you like and take them.”

Cang Lan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “That’s more like it.”

With that, she leaned toward Yu Xuanji’s ear and whispered like she was seeking a reward, “Wife, don’t you think I’m amazing? You always say we should be frugal; does this count as being frugal and taking care of the household?”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “Yes, very much so.”

When the lively dinner ended, night had already fallen.

Cang Lan had planned to stay at Tushan Bai’s house a bit longer, but Yu Xuanji felt they shouldn’t keep bothering others. Sensing the murderous aura nearly overflowing from Tushan Bai’s eyes, Yu Xuanji poked the back of Cang Lan’s hand and whispered in her ear, “A-Lan, let’s go home.”

Cang Lan thought about it, took Yu Xuanji’s hand, and interlocked their fingers. She smiled and said, “Then let’s go, Wife. We’ve been a bother to the Tushan family these past few days. Don’t worry, Wife, I will surely thank them properly.”

Cang Lan was being strangely gentle and sensible today, which puzzled Yu Xuanji. But then she remembered this little dragon was prone to erratic moods, so she sighed helplessly.

Ming Huang’s residence was some distance from Tushan Bai’s fox den. After she and Lu Xuan left the den, they walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the west. Neither used their powers. They held hands, fingers entwined, walking across the vast wilderness.

Lu Xuan said softly, “When Master left the Wilderness these past days, you didn’t tell your disciple when you would return. Your disciple missed Master every moment, hoping every day for your early return.”

Ming Huang looked up at the thousands of stars in the sky. “The business is done. I won’t leave you again.”

Lu Xuan added, “But Master, your disciple has one question. Why did you leave the Wilderness alone and refuse to take me? You left your disciple in an empty room; it was truly lonely.”

Ming Huang was stunned for a moment by the sour tone of her words. She turned her head and looked at the smiling Lu Xuan. Her heart sank, and she couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

Lu Xuan stood still, tilting her head with a smile. She slowly curled her lips and approached the wary Ming Huang. In an instant, she heard Ming Huang’s trembling voice: “When did you come out?”

“Your disciple doesn’t understand Master’s words.” The smile on Lu Xuan’s lips remained unchanged, but her eyes were incredibly cold. She stared intently, her gaze seeming ready to consume the retreating woman. “Your disciple has always been here. Master couldn’t have mistaken me for someone else, could she? That would truly make your disciple sad.”

Ming Huang steadied herself, her back pressed against a jagged boulder with no way to retreat. Her eyes were red as she gritted her teeth. “Get out of her body immediately!”

Lu Xuan pressed Ming Huang into the corner, leaning in to pin her against the rock. She grabbed Ming Huang’s chin with one hand and kissed her without hesitation. A rough, overbearing kiss descended like a storm. Ming Huang tried to summon her spiritual power to resist, but Lu Xuan pinned her waist with one hand, forcing her body forward to press tightly against her own.

The taste of blood filled their mouths. Lu Xuan kept her eyes open the whole time, carving the image of Ming Huang’s distressed struggle into her mind inch by inch. Lu Xuan acted with a desperate madness, tearing at Ming Huang’s lips with sharp canine teeth. Her agile tongue forced its way past the lips, her hand gripping the chin as she spoke with an uncompromising tone: “Open your mouth.”

Ming Huang struggled with one arm across her chest, her back scraping against the cold stone behind her. Even her heart began to grow numb and cold. Lu Xuan said in a hoarse voice with a light laugh, “Master nearly exhausted all her strength to seal her disciple. Now, where would you find the strength to push me away?”

Ming Huang gritted her teeth and squeezed out a single word: “Get… out!”

A smile remained in Lu Xuan’s eyes, but her gaze grew colder and more cruel. She looked at the woman beneath her, who was within her grasp yet still struggling, and smiled grimly. “She has followed you for so many years, sleeping in the same bed every day. What you’ve said and done, your disciple has felt every second of it.”

Then, Lu Xuan softened her voice, sounding aggrieved: “In all these years, I’ve never heard you tell her to get out. No matter how she bullied you, you couldn’t bear it; instead, you loved her dearly. Why is it different with me? Your disciple is hurt.”

Ming Huang’s pupils shrank; she even forgot to struggle. Lu Xuan gripped her chin, her tongue invading and driving deep. Soon, Lu Xuan flipped her around, forcing her to lie face down on the cold boulder, pinning her there the moment she tried to turn back.

As her clothes were stripped away piece by piece and her body was invaded by the cold night air of the Wilderness, Ming Huang’s lips moved, and she murmured, “No—”

It felt as though her body was being split down the middle by a blade. Ming Huang trembled, biting her lower lip in silence, until it was mottled with blood, refusing to make a sound.

Lu Xuan frowned and asked in confusion, “Why isn’t Master crying out? Didn’t you cry out beautifully when you were with her? After all these years, your disciple is quite starved for it; I want to hear Master’s voice with my own ears.”

Seeing Ming Huang remain silent, the smile on Lu Xuan’s lips gradually faded. She tilted her head and said petulantly, “Master took her into the Wilderness to hide from me for thousands of years, yet left me alone outside. I truly hate you. I wish I could cut out your heart and look closely to see if I’m even in there.”

For all those years, Lu Xuan had watched her other half steal the love that belonged to her from within Danxue Mountain. She had wanted to destroy the body and perish together. The tender words and deep affection—every moment of gentle whispers and kind concern—none of it was ever for her.

In a daze, Lu Xuan heard Ming Huang softly call out: “A-Xuan—”

Lu Xuan froze for a moment, her teeth clenched in resentment. She leaned down, pressing against Ming Huang’s smooth white back, and asked with a smile, “Was Master calling me just now, or her?”

Ming Huang opened her eyes and bit her lip. After a moment of silence, she said, “It’s my fault. It’s all Master’s fault.”

Lu Xuan burst into laughter. “Master, oh Master. Do you still think I’m that little monster who can be appeased with a few words? These thousands of years of suffering won’t be settled just because you say you were wrong. You must compensate me well. If you fail to keep me happy one day, I might accidentally kill her. That would be a loss, wouldn’t it? After all, she’s the one Master loves and cares for the most.”

Every word was like a dull knife carving into Ming Huang’s heart. She moved her bloodied lips, and tears of faint red Phoenix blood fell from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing Ming Huang’s silence, Lu Xuan split her lips into a sweet smile, showing a row of white teeth. The next second, she bit down on the back of Ming Huang’s neck. Like a pale ghost climbing out of hell, she asked with a grin, “Master, has she been here before?”

Lying on the boulder, Ming Huang’s ears buzzed. Finally, she closed her eyes.

The night in the Wilderness was cold and long. After Cang Lan finished practicing her calligraphy, she quickly crawled into bed to warm it for Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji was currently sitting at the table grading Cang Lan’s practice sheets. Those few words made her eyes blink and her brows furrow. Finally, against her conscience, she used red ink to write “Excellent” at the bottom. She also didn’t forget to add “Great progress, keep it up,” and even drew a small red flower in the corner.

Seeing Yu Xuanji staring at her writing for so long as if she had found something special in it, Cang Lan rolled around in bed. She felt empty, lonely, and cold, desperately needing Yu Xuanji’s body and kisses for comfort, or she would turn into a dragon-shaped ice block.

Cang Lan let out her tail, which couldn’t wait to reach out. She had found a golden bell among the tributes from the demons. She shook it, and seeing it jingle, she tied it to the tip of her tail with a red string just to hear the crisp sound.

When Yu Xuanji ignored her, Cang Lan entertained herself. Determined to use her tail to pester her, she came up with this idea.

The bell on her tail chimed. Cang Lan slapped it against the brand-new white jade bed for a while, then quietly reached out to Yu Xuanji’s lap, using the tip of her tail to brush back and forth against her waist and belly.

Seeing Yu Xuanji still seriously examining her practice, Cang Lan urged anxiously, “Wife, are you done yet? I’ve already warmed the bed; I’m just waiting for you to come and sleep.”

Yu Xuanji knew exactly what “sleep” meant in Cang Lan’s vocabulary. She stole a glance at the little dragon who was so eager to mate, and said with a smile, “You’ve been practicing well lately. Great progress. We can extend the time in the future.”

Hearing this, Cang Lan was so happy she wanted to turn into her true form and fly into the sky. However, one must be dignified—especially a dragon. She was an adult dragon now; she couldn’t act so flighty in front of her wife.

Seeing her suddenly quiet down, Yu Xuanji wondered if she was plotting something again. Based on past experience, Yu Xuanji guessed she might be planning to pounce, wrap her tail around her, drag her into the covers, and entangle her—or perhaps sit on her lap and use relentless persuasion until she wrapped her tail around her and dragged her into the covers. Either way, the result was always being bundled up by that long black tail, tossed onto the bed, and then… this and that.

Yu Xuanji put down her brush and beckoned Cang Lan over. “Great progress. The characters aren’t crooked anymore. Have you been working hard behind my back?”

Cang Lan said with a grin, “I haven’t. I’m just naturally gifted.”

Yu Xuanji agreed, “Yes, naturally gifted. Truly amazing.”

Upon hearing this, Cang Lan’s eyes darted around, and she blurted out, “Besides writing and studying, my skills in bed are also naturally gifted. Don’t you think so, Wife?”

Having experienced it personally at least five times a day—played with by that tail in countless ways—Yu Xuanji nodded. “Mm, indeed very amazing. But we were talking about your calligraphy.”

Recalling what Yu Xuanji said earlier, Cang Lan asked, “Wife, you said if I wrote well, the time in bed would be extended, right?”

Yu Xuanji: “Right—”

Cang Lan licked her lips, wrapped her tail around Yu Xuanji’s waist, and pulled her onto the bed, entangling her immediately. “No time like the present! Let’s start the extension today!”