The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 58.1

Cang Lan was impatient to try the miraculous effects of the resonance earrings with Yu Xuanji. She leaned in, preparing to kiss her to investigate just how well they worked.

Seeing this, Yu Xuanji slowly pushed her away and said with a smile, “No, we just did it so many times. Let’s wait until later; I really can’t handle any more right now.”

Cang Lan originally wanted to pounce and “force” the issue, but Yu Xuanji was as flexible as a water snake, nimbly dodging her. Her feet hit the floor as she threw on an outer robe and began tying her sash.

Watching the “swan” she was about to eat fly away right before her eyes, Cang Lan lay slumped on the bed, sulking. She stared fixedly at the changing Yu Xuanji, her gaze attempting to peel away her layers of clothing one by one.

Yu Xuanji naturally knew what was on Cang Lan’s mind and recognized the desire contained within that blatant gaze. She pretended to be entirely ignorant, fastening her buttons while facing Cang Lan. She smiled and said, “Get up. We need to prepare the tools for brewing wine.”

Hearing about brewing wine, Cang Lan immediately tossed the resonance earrings to the back of her mind. She scrambled out of bed and asked, “Wife, how do we brew wine?”

Yu Xuanji thought for a moment and said, “The most important thing for brewing wine is the raw materials: rice, wheat, sorghum, and so on. The rice we planted recently isn’t ripe yet, and I don’t know if there are ready-made supplies in the Barren Lands.”

Cang Lan chuckled. “If my wife wants grain, that’s easy. I’ll have Huang Liu and the others go to the Demon Market to bring some back. You can find anything you want there.”

“The Demon Market?” Yu Xuanji’s interest was instantly piqued. She asked with a smile, “What kind of place is that? I’ve never heard of it.”

Cang Lan explained, “That market has existed for a long time. I founded it myself. Initially, I just thought of digging up some treasures to trade for food. Over time, more and more demons came, and it gradually developed into a city. If you’re interested, I’ll take you for a stroll there tonight. There are many local specialties from all over the Three Realms.”

The more Yu Xuanji heard, the more curious she became. Holding Cang Lan’s hand, she asked, “When do the city gates open? Do we need to make any preparations—like wearing masks, night-traveler clothes, or using secret codes for communication? Does your Demon Market have any underworld slang?”

Cang Lan burst out laughing. She pulled Yu Xuanji’s hand to sit her on the bed, then knelt on the carpet to put shoes on Yu Xuanji’s feet. As she finished the left and moved to the right, she said, unable to restrain her mirth, “Wife, you’re overthinking it. It’s just ordinary trading. Some take money, some sell their lives; it’s a mix of good and evil, with all sorts of people. But rest assured, with me there, there won’t be any problems.”

Sitting on the bed, Yu Xuanji watched Cang Lan tidy her pant legs and skirt hem. She gave a faint smile and said, “Mm, with you there, I am at ease.”

Once dressed, the two went to the study. Yu Xuanji brought out the inkstone to grind ink, preparing to list the items needed for the day. Turning around, she saw Cang Lan with a candy in her mouth, standing idly by. Cang Lan had casually torn a page from a book and folded it into a paper bird, which she then tossed at her.

Yu Xuanji smiled helplessly. The paper crane happened to hit her on the head. She tucked the wing of the crane into a gap in the bookshelf and waved at Cang Lan, smiling. “A-Lan, come here for a second.”

Cang Lan, having just committed a small mischief and seeing Yu Xuanji’s “kind and gentle” smile, felt a surge of apprehension. Fearing she would be caught, she instinctively took a step back. “What do you want, Wife? Just say it from there, I can hear you.”

Yu Xuanji just smiled. “Come here, I’ll tell you then.”

The distance between them was less than three meters; even a mumble would be clear. Yu Xuanji’s smile currently looked quite mischievous. The beastly nature in Cang Lan’s blood made her perception of unknown danger far superior to others.

Seeing that Cang Lan still wouldn’t approach, Yu Xuanji turned away with a sigh. She whispered, “I originally wanted you to come over for a kiss, but since you don’t appreciate it, forget it. It seems I’m just a fool; you don’t actually love me as much as I thought.”

As soon as the words fell, Cang Lan vanished and reappeared instantly beside Yu Xuanji. She swore she didn’t come over just for a kiss, but because Yu Xuanji’s words had touched her heartstrings.

The moment she reached Yu Xuanji, her earlobe felt a warmth. It was pinched by two fingers and pulled down, forcing her entire body to lean toward Yu Xuanji.

While tugging her ear, Yu Xuanji said with a smile, “Which book did you tear that page from just now?”

Cang Lan cried out “Ouch, ouch!” several times, clutching her right ear and saying pitifully, “Wife, you pinched my earring! It hurts so much, it’s going to bleed!”

Yu Xuanji raised an eyebrow and said playfully, “Your earring is on the left side. I’m pinching your right ear. Where does it hurt?”

Cang Lan froze for a moment, then clutched her left ear and wailed, “The left side hurts too!”

Yu Xuanji let go and hooked her arm around Cang Lan’s neck, forcing her to lower her head. She then tilted her own neck up and kissed the earlobe she had pinched until it was soft and red.

Cang Lan turned her head and pointed to her left ear. “The left side needs a kiss too.”

Yu Xuanji did as she wished, kissing the left ear. She lightly took the cold red bead into her mouth and slowly pushed it back out with the tip of her tongue.

The kiss was given, but Cang Lan was far from satisfied. She protested unhappily, “How is there only one kiss? Why won’t my wife kiss me a few more times?”

Yu Xuanji held up a finger to her lips, wagging it left and right. “No more. I have something to tell you. If you can do this well, I will reward you with a big kiss.”

Cang Lan shook her head, bargaining, “One isn’t enough. I want a hundred big kisses, otherwise, I won’t do it.”

Yu Xuanji had only ever heard such outrageous bargaining from Cang Lan’s mouth. She smiled helplessly and said, “Deal.”

Standing confidently beside Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan waited for her instructions. “What does my wife want me to do?”

Yu Xuanji stood up, pressed on Cang Lan’s shoulders to make her sit at the desk, and handed her the brush. “I’ll dictate, and you write. There are many tools needed for brewing wine today. I’m afraid I’ll forget once we get to the Demon Market. Let’s make a memo beforehand and buy everything at once so we don’t have to make multiple trips.”

The moment she heard about writing, Cang Lan couldn’t sit still. The chair felt as if it were covered in thorns. She prepared to leap up and sneak away, but Yu Xuanji was not so easily shaken off. She held the restless Cang Lan down with one hand and said with a smile, “A-Lan, you can do it. I’ve seen your homework these past few days; you’ve done well. Your handwriting is quite decent. Don’t be afraid, just write. If there are typos, I’ll help you correct them.”

Sitting in the chair, Cang Lan’s mind went blank as she forgot how to write. Her legs began to tremble for no reason; she looked ready to bolt at any moment.

Yu Xuanji had long noticed her nervousness. She slowly began to recite the names of the tools, such as wine vats and yeast—the most basic supplies.

At this moment, Cang Lan was like a tragic student kept in the teacher’s office for a one-on-one dictation test. She held the brush tremulously. With a lapse in concentration, a drop of ink fell onto the white paper, blooming into a large blot that blackened the characters she had struggled to write.

In a fit of pique, Cang Lan slammed the brush down on the table. As a result, the ink on the tip splattered everywhere, covering Cang Lan’s face and even staining her teeth black.

Yu Xuanji was holding a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber, which now had two drops of black ink on it. She looked up and was startled when Cang Lan’s ink-blotched face suddenly pressed close to hers, making her lean back.

Cang Lan complained aggrievedly, “Wife, even the brush is bullying me. It splattered ink all over my face. I’m not clean anymore.”

Seeing Cang Lan’s face covered in black spots, Yu Xuanji felt sorry for her at first. But the moment Cang Lan bared her teeth, revealing they were also stained black, Yu Xuanji could no longer hold it in. She covered her face with the book, her shaking shoulders betraying her laughter.

Cang Lan was stunned for a moment. Once she realized Yu Xuanji was laughing at her, she became even angrier. She fiercely bit the wolf-hair brush handle in half and pounced on Yu Xuanji with her fangs bared. She opened her mouth and bit down on Yu Xuanji’s wrist, her two sharp, sharp canine teeth pressing into Yu Xuanji’s soft, thin skin, creating two indentations.

Her tongue also pressed against the skin. While using Yu Xuanji’s wrist to grind her teeth, Cang Lan secretly licked the skin from left to right and top to bottom.

Yu Xuanji pinched her chin to tilt her head up and said calmly, “Open your mouth.”

Cang Lan shook her head and bit down even harder. Those teeth, capable of snapping steel and mystic iron, were like mere playthings under Yu Xuanji’s fingers, allowed to be manipulated and rubbed at will.

Low growls rumbled in Cang Lan’s throat. She felt her status as the King of Ten Thousand Demons was being insulted—but since the person doing it was Yu Xuanji, there was no problem.

Seeing her biting her wrist while using her soft, wet tongue to lick the skin, Yu Xuanji took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the ink off Cang Lan’s face. “Alright, it’s all my fault, okay? I won’t laugh at you again. Let go.”

Ting Lan was in the kitchen. The pot of fish soup from lunch had been finished by Huang Liu and the others. Finally, she cooked a pot of light millet porridge, thinking that even if those two had collapsed the bed, enough time had passed for them to be finished. She filled two bowls with porridge and placed them on a tray to bring to them.

Walking to the bedroom door, Ting Lan listened for a moment. Hearing no sound, she carried the tray inside, only to find the room in a state of chaos. Quilts and sheets were on the floor, clothes and trousers were scattered everywhere, and undergarments were strewn about. There were suspicious wet patches on the sheets, but no sign of the two of them.

Ting Lan only regretted having eyes. She looked at a white brassiere hanging precariously on the wall, swaying in the breeze as if taunting her. She wished she could drop the porridge, find a corner to digest the things she shouldn’t have seen, and then poke her own eyes out.

In the study, the two of them had started getting mushy again after the biting. Actually, it was Yu Xuanji’s fault. Cang Lan had already let go of her wrist, but Yu Xuanji suddenly reached her hand in, stirring Cang Lan’s tongue and stroking her palate.

Glistening saliva slowly dripped from the corner of Cang Lan’s mouth. She knelt on the floor with her mouth open, her hands propping up Yu Xuanji’s thighs, attempting to slowly open them.

Yu Xuanji’s lips curved into a slight smile. She pulled her hand back imperceptibly and crossed her legs in front of Cang Lan, acting as if nothing had happened while wiping the “dragon saliva” from her hand with a handkerchief.

With red eyes and biting her lower lip, Cang Lan swallowed hard. She followed Yu Xuanji with a nakedly longing gaze, her knees shuffling toward her on the floor—looking truly pitiful.

But Yu Xuanji knew that Cang Lan was a beast that ate people without spitting out the bones. She was a dragon who wished to take her into her mouth, crush her flesh and bones, and slowly savor her blood and marrow.

Everything before her was an act by Cang Lan. She looked pitiful, but her heart was like a spiderweb filled with schemes. All the helplessness and silliness were faked; no one was more shrewd than her.

Yu Xuanji knew that dragons were inherently lustful; it was normal for Cang Lan to be insatiable. She also enjoyed sinking into oblivion with Cang Lan. But life had to go on; they couldn’t just spend every day entangled in passion. They had to find other things to occupy their attention.

Ting Lan brought the tray to the study door. Just as she was about to knock, a soft groan came from inside—suppressed and restrained, as if coming through clenched teeth and slowly leaking from the nose.

“…”

Ting Lan slapped her forehead, turned around with the two bowls of porridge, and left. As she walked, she grumbled, “I quit!”

The pressure on her wrist suddenly loosened. Cang Lan reluctantly opened her mouth, licked her wet lips, and rubbed her head against Yu Xuanji’s thigh, trying to get closer, but she was dodged.

Yu Xuanji knew what she was trying to do. After spending these days together, she could accurately guess Cang Lan’s next move just by a blink or a twitch of her mouth. She definitely wanted to lick through the clothes.

They had tried it a few times before. Yu Xuanji could feel something, but it always felt strange to her, like the sensation of wetting oneself, so she stopped letting Cang Lan try it.

Having escaped the dragon’s clutches, Yu Xuanji went to the desk. She held up a finger to stop the pouncing dragon and picked up the paper Cang Lan had written on. She nodded and said, “Not bad, there’s progress. These basic things are all written down. Let’s go after we eat.”

The ink on Cang Lan’s face had been wiped clean. Luckily, it wasn’t the permanent “Thousand-Year Ink,” otherwise she would have to face her wife with a blotchy face forever.

Hearing Yu Xuanji mention eating, Cang Lan hugged her tightly from behind. “Wife, there’s lots of good food in the Demon Market. Let’s head over directly, eat first, then buy the things.”

With that, Cang Lan stared at Yu Xuanji’s beautiful profile. After a moment of hesitation, she pulled out a fierce-looking golden dragon-patterned mask. “Wife, one must wear a mask to enter and trade in the Demon Market. I happen to have two here, one for each of us. We’ll cover our faces so no one can recognize us.”

Yu Xuanji took the mask from Cang Lan, examining it. Her fingertips stroked the cold pure gold before she placed it over her face.

Cang Lan said eagerly, “Wife, let me help you tie the strings.”

The gold mask only covered the upper half of Yu Xuanji’s face, leaving a section of her snow-white chin and those two pale-red lips exposed. Seeing this, Cang Lan felt as if a needle had pricked her brain; it felt strangely familiar, as if she had seen this somewhere before.

Cang Lan leaned in uncontrollably, wanting to kiss those soft lips, but was pushed back by a folding fan. The fan snapped open, blocking the lower half of Yu Xuanji’s face. She laughed, “No kissing.”