The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 56.2

Cang Lan then picked up the brush, prepared herself, and made the first stroke on the paper.

Yu Xuanji stood by and watched. The more Cang Lan drew, the more confident she became, while the expression on Yu Xuanji’s face became more and more difficult to describe.

When the final stroke fell, Yu Xuanji pursed her lips and tilted her head, looking at the two little stick-figure people on the scroll, and said with a smile, “A-Lan, this is—”

Cang Lan rubbed her hair, looking at the sky and the ground, just not daring to look into Yu Xuanji’s eyes. She put the brush aside, casually took out a book to cover the two little figures, and said sheepishly, “Lady, don’t look. I am untalented; what I drew is truly not presentable.”

With the help of the dim, hazy candlelight, Yu Xuanji imitated Cang Lan’s manner just now, resting her chin in the hollow of her neck, and laughed: “How can that be? It is truly cute and delightful. But of these two little people, which one is me and which one is you?”

Hearing this, Cang Lan bit her lower lip, unable to distinguish who was who.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit her. Cang Lan picked up the brush, dipped it in some ink, and drew a pair of small horns on the head of the figure on the left, and a tail behind it. It looked quite endearing.

Yu Xuanji was stunned as she watched and couldn’t help but ask, “What is the meaning of this?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Xuanji’s calf was wrapped by something soft and long; it seemed to be a long strip, yet also seemed like a snake tail.

Yu Xuanji was startled. She looked down and saw that it was actually a long tail covered in scales—it seemed to be a dragon’s tail.

Turning her gaze, Yu Xuanji’s heart skipped a beat again. She actually saw two rounded little horns grow out of Cang Lan’s forehead, as if carved from black jade, shimmering with a lustrous glow under the dim candlelight.

Yu Xuanji involuntarily reached out her hand toward Cang Lan’s two horns. Cang Lan also slowly closed her eyes, leaning her body toward where she was.

Soft, warm palms wrapped around the dragon horns, delicate skin rubbing and pressing against the icy horns. Cang Lan narrowed her eyes, involuntarily swaying her head and tail, the tip of the tail lightly tapping the ground. It was so comfortable that her scales slowly opened.

Yu Xuanji’s calf was tightly wrapped by the dragon tail. At first, it was an icy, smooth touch, but after a moment, she felt something unusual. The scales on the dragon tail became coarser, even rubbing against her calf.

Cang Lan tightly hugged Yu Xuanji’s waist, sitting on the stool with her face pressed against her abdomen, rubbing back and forth at her waist, murmuring, “Lady, don’t stop. Touch me more, touch the horns, and the tail.”

Yu Xuanji felt that at this moment, Cang Lan was more like a small cat she had raised before, enjoying having its head, belly, and tail rubbed. She had originally thought that as a divine dragon, Cang Lan would be different from cats, but she hadn’t expected that a divine dragon, when having its horns and tail rubbed, would also hum happily.

Seeing this magical sight, Yu Xuanji stroked Cang Lan’s dragon horns with one hand, taking turns with both sides to be fair, while her other free hand pressed against the tail, slowly sliding up the dragon tail.

Cang Lan groaned, biting her lower lip. Hearing this sweet and husky sound, Yu Xuanji couldn’t help asking, “A-Lan, what is wrong with you?”

Cang Lan shook her head. With one hand supporting herself on the table, she wanted to stand up, but her tail went limp and she collapsed onto the table.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck. Yu Xuanji’s vision went white, followed by a thunderous boom as peals of thunder exploded in her ears.

Yu Xuanji hurried to check on Cang Lan’s condition, only to find that her eyes had turned into pale gold vertical pupils. The color of her lips had also become more ruddy, like a plump, ripe peach that would burst with sweet, pink juice if bitten.

Cang Lan stared at her unblinkingly. Yu Xuanji involuntarily stepped back a bit but forgot that her legs were wrapped by Cang Lan’s tail. With this retreat, her whole body tilted backward.

The instant the back of her head was about to hit the floor, Cang Lan used her tail to wrap around Yu Xuanji’s waist and pull her into her embrace.

Yu Xuanji’s lips slowly brushed past Cang Lan’s chin. As soon as she looked up, she met Cang Lan’s golden pupils. The original pale gold had now become an intense black-gold, staring straight at her without blinking.

Cang Lan swallowed her saliva, her snowy-white, slender throat moving up and down. She gently released Yu Xuanji from her embrace, quietly withdrew the dragon tail and horns, took a deep breath, and bit the tip of her tongue.

After tasting a trace of stinging pain, Cang Lan finally steadied her mind, and her eyes changed from gold back to black, appearing no different from before.

Cang Lan sat at the table, turned her head, and looked calmly at the stunned Yu Xuanji, smiling, “Lady, what is wrong with you?”

Yu Xuanji stammered, “A-Lan, what happened to you just now? Why did your eyes turn gold?”

Cang Lan settled her mind and said, “My eyes have always been gold, but I feared scaring the Lady or others, so I have been using spiritual power to maintain them. Today, perhaps I lost my composure, which is why my eyes turned gold. Does the Lady feel afraid?”

Yu Xuanji smiled: “How could that be? Golden eyes are so beautiful. Just now, I wasn’t scared; I just thought they were truly too beautiful and was stunned for a moment. You must not think I was afraid.”

Cang Lan blinked her eyes lightly, curved her lips, and asked, “Is what the Lady says true?”

Yu Xuanji said firmly: “It is true. I do not lie to people, so naturally, I would not lie to you.”

Meeting Cang Lan’s gaze, Yu Xuanji then lowered her eyes and said shyly: “You don’t need to disguise yourself in front of me. You can use your true form. I will not be afraid; I only fear you hiding things from me and not sharing your heart. That is what I fear most.”

In the blink of an eye, Cang Lan restored those pale gold eyes, turned to look at Yu Xuanji, and smiled: “Is this good?”

Yu Xuanji sat affectionately in her lap, her arms around Cang Lan’s neck: “This is very good.”

In this sitting and hugging, Yu Xuanji hadn’t thought of anything when she did it; she was so practiced that she didn’t even think, sitting directly on Cang Lan’s thighs.

Realizing this was inappropriate, Yu Xuanji’s face flushed red, and she prepared to get off Cang Lan, but her waist was grasped by the other’s hands, pressing her down to sit.

Cang Lan smiled: “Why is the Lady running? Is sitting on my lap not comfortable?”

Yu Xuanji stammered, “No… no, I just feel this is improper. I am being too frivolous.”

Cang Lan said, “There is no such thing as frivolous. You are my lady. We have bowed to heaven and earth and shared the nuptial wine. You can do anything you want to me, let alone hugging. Even if you wanted to ride on me, I would have no complaints.”

Yu Xuanji frowned: “These words… you… you mustn’t talk nonsense.”

Cang Lan argued, “How am I talking nonsense? The Lady loves me, so she is willing to be close to me. How can this be called an improper thing?”

“But… but.” Yu Xuanji murmured for a while, but eventually felt she was being too much of a stranger. She and Cang Lan slept in one bed, had touched and kissed—though not on the mouth, they had touched and seen other places. Naturally, she couldn’t be as formal as before.

Yu Xuanji lowered her eyes, took the initiative to hug Cang Lan’s neck, and pressed her forehead against the other’s, smiling: “It is my fault. I will never say such things again.”

Cang Lan said impatiently: “Then Lady, it is late, and it’s thundering and raining outside. We should go to rest early.”

Yu Xuanji nodded, then her gaze fell on Cang Lan’s painting from just now, and she smiled: “Right, there is still one important thing to do.”

Cang Lan asked in confusion: “What thing?”

Yu Xuanji pointed at Cang Lan’s painting and smiled: “The painting you just did needs a signature and the date.”

Cang Lan was stunned: “Lady, this was just a casual doodle of mine. There’s no need for all that.”

Yu Xuanji laughed: “This is not some casual doodle. This is the first time you have drawn the two of us; of course, it must be properly preserved.”

Seeing Cang Lan sitting motionless, Yu Xuanji picked up the brush, moved the book covering it aside, and wrote a line of small characters on it herself.

— Painted in the year of Jiazi, on the ninth day of the third month, by Cang Lan.

Yu Xuanji’s handwriting was elegant and beautiful. Cang Lan rested her chin in her hand, staring at the side of Yu Xuanji’s face, and said, “It is written. Let us rest quickly.”

“Alright.” Yu Xuanji placed the painting on the table and was about to get off Cang Lan, but the other suddenly stood up.

Yu Xuanji quickly hugged her neck, even her legs subconsciously wrapping around Cang Lan’s waist, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

With the slow movement of her body, a soft laugh sounded in Yu Xuanji’s ear—the voice was ambiguous and gentle, not loud yet able to easily penetrate her body.

Lying on the couch, Yu Xuanji still couldn’t sleep. Her head was dizzy and messy, as if a revolving lantern was constantly swaying before her eyes.

Yu Xuanji turned over, her cheek pressing against Cang Lan’s neck, rubbing into her neck hollow.

Cang Lan wasn’t asleep either. She took the initiative to hug Yu Xuanji’s waist and whispered, “Lady, can’t you sleep?”

Yu Xuanji gave a soft “mm,” leaning into Cang Lan’s embrace, and said, “Tomorrow I want to go home and see. Accompany me.”

Cang Lan nodded: “Mmh, tomorrow I will accompany you.”

The next day arrived quickly. Yu Xuanji woke up even earlier than Cang Lan. She sat at the dressing table, tied her hair behind her head, and put on a light gauze garment in a pale peach-blossom pink.

Cang Lan stood behind Yu Xuanji, one hand lightly cupping her chin, and smiled: “Why has the Lady painted herself such an old makeup?”

Yu Xuanji looked at the woman in the bronze mirror who looked ten years older and smiled: “I painted it this way on purpose. If an acquaintance sees that I still look like this, won’t I be thought of as a monster?”

Cang Lan sat at the dressing table, took out a box of rouge Yu Xuanji had used, opened it, and sniffed it lightly, smiling: “This box of the Lady’s rouge is almost finished. I’ll accompany you to buy new ones later. A few days ago, I heard that many fresh flowers were brought from the Western Regions that have never been seen before; many have been made into rouge and powder.”

Yu Xuanji painted her eyebrows finely and smiled: “This box is finished, but there’s a whole drawer more. You’ve bought so many, and I don’t usually go out much, so I haven’t used them.”

When the makeup was finished, Cang Lan took Yu Xuanji’s hand and passed through the barrier of a peach tree. In the blink of an eye, they were outside.

What met their eyes was a long funeral procession. Yu Xuanji was stunned for a moment, her face momentarily blurred by drifting spirit money.

Cang Lan pulled her tightly into her embrace, frowning at the scene.

Yu Xuanji’s eyes were blurred by sand. When she opened them again and looked closely, she saw Yu Linlang dressed in mourning white, holding a spirit tablet and walking toward her.

The names of Yu Xuanji’s parents were written on the tablet. Her sister had no expression, walking forward aimlessly like a walking corpse.

XiuXiu had grown quite a bit. She stood beside Yu Linlang, her eyes red, biting her lower lip hard, looking as if she were about to cry.