Chapter 20 Common Route (20) "My dragon tail... is a little uncomfortable..."

Before stepping into the bath, He Yuan first observed her surroundings.

The buildings in Lin Yuan Jing are all made of stone, and the walls are covered with various murals depicting the life of the Chi Ming Clan and their daily lives.

Inside the bathroom, there are hazy and bizarre paintings.

At the center of all the murals is a boy with long black hair.

If it were just a matter of having the same hair color, it wouldn't be enough to attract the attention of the crane and the kite.

But the pigments that have endured for thousands of years have not faded, and the color of the boy's eyes, the location of the beauty mark under his eye... are exactly the same as his!

He Yuan glanced at it several more times.

The murals in the bathroom depict nothing more than scenes of people playing in the water.

The boy in the painting is still human, completely different from the Vidyadharas who surround him and are centered around him, with human bodies and dragon tails.

His position was not only in the center, but also much higher, making it seem as if he was looking down at the Ming people below.

Above the boy, large swaths of dark ink were used to create a shape resembling a dragon, which strangely blended with the colorful sea in the overall painting style.

The only pity was that the Ming clan members all had their backs to the viewers, and the black-haired youth did not reveal his facial features, making it impossible for He Yuan to fully confirm the information.

Are there people in the world whose hair color and eye color are exactly the same?

He Yuan felt the chances were slim.

The Vidyadharas are descendants of the fallen Star God [Immortal] Dragon Ancestor, whose death dates are unknown.

If it really is him... does he possess some hidden power?

He Yuan looked at the murals with great interest.

The murals depict nothing more than play and reproduction, but they all center on the boy, carrying a sense of sacredness and inviolability.

Such murals are quite daring, and would probably be criticized as "obscene" today, but in that era... it seems to be a common thing?

At that time, the Vidyadharas had not yet lost their ability to reproduce, and this act of creating life could indeed be called sacred.

I walked around the steps once and then returned to them.

Danfeng walked over carrying a tray, wearing a dark robe, her long black hair hanging down, almost blending into the robe.

He Yuan had just changed into a robe, but it was a refreshing and bright blue.

According to Danfeng, this was made of sharkskin yarn, and there were many more in the warehouse, so he could use them as he pleased.

But He Yuan looked... and it didn't look like it had just been cut.

Do you have all sizes?

He Yuan, who had just finished looking at the mural, speculated uncertainly.

Is the water temperature unsuitable?

Danfeng naturally took Heyuan's hand.

He Yuan had never touched it before and couldn't answer. She truthfully replied, "I haven't tried it yet; I was just looking at the murals."

"Brother Danfeng, who are the people in these murals?"

Danfeng shook his head, "I did not inherit this part of the memories."

[Lying.]

How could you lie!

He Yuan asked, puzzled, "Hmm? Inherit memories? Whose memories will Brother Danfeng inherit?"

Danfeng led him to the edge of the bathtub, put down the tray, and tested the water temperature.

"It's nothing important, go downstairs first. If it gets any later, you won't get enough sleep."

He Yuan obediently followed.

Looking at his and Danfeng's clothes, he had a strange feeling.

They looked like a scene from a TV drama—the male and female leads wearing matching yukatas and going into the water together.

The next step is to take off each other's clothes and then clap hands.

When the sheer fabric gets wet, part of it floats on the surface, while the rest clings tightly to the muscles and bones, revealing the fragility of the collarbones.

Whether it was just her imagination or not, He Yuan felt that the bath made of white jade was indeed very comfortable, with a feeling that was hard to describe.

He sank a little deeper, submerging his shoulders in the water as well.

A rapid breathing sound came from the side.

Danfeng was also soaking in the water nearby. The water only reached his waist and he hadn't been soaking for long, but his exposed neck was bright red, as if he was suffering from the heat.

He Yuan immediately came to his side. The white jade was too smooth and wet, so he accidentally fell into Dan Feng's arms.

But Danfeng reacted quickly, reaching out to support him without actually touching him.

He Yuan looked at him with concern: "Brother Danfeng, are you feeling unwell?"

Danfeng's eyes darted away: "It's nothing."

[Heh, when did Dragon Lord's stamina become so poor?]

How could He Yuan believe he was alright? She immediately puffed out her cheeks and asked him seriously, "What exactly happened?"

"Brother Danfeng, if you don't tell me soon, I'm not coming to play with you anymore!"

"Don't even think about playing with me!"

After a series of half-true, half-false threats, Danfeng finally relented.

“When taking a bath, Vidyadhara…prefers a slightly lower water temperature.”

The current water temperature is just right for Heyuan, but too hot for Danfeng.

He Yuan immediately understood.

The Vidyadharas used to live in the sea, and whatever temperature the sea was at, that was the temperature they were comfortable with.

"Then hurry up and adjust it down, Brother Danfeng. How could you be so silly as to soak at the same temperature as me?"

Danfeng, your love-obsessed mind is truly beyond saving.

"Then what will you do? The water temperature I'm used to is a bit too cold for you."

Danfeng helped Heyuan stand steadily, maintaining a relatively safe distance.

He Yuan's eyes darted around, and she reached out to hug Dan Feng.

"Then Brother Danfeng will take care of keeping me warm!"

He said with absolute self-righteousness: "Brother Danfeng didn't answer my question just now and lied to me. This is punishment!"

This isn't punishment, it's an opportunity for some playful teasing!

He Yuan started calculating with an abacus.

It's all because Danfeng is too handsome... You can't blame the players for being fickle.

It's just a sticker, nothing more.

Danfeng smiled helplessly, pulled the young man into his arms, and lowered the water temperature.

As soon as it was posted, He Yuan realized that she had made a mistake in judgment.

Danfeng's body was also cold; he couldn't warm up at all!

He Yuan felt a chill on her body and pushed Dan Feng away.

“How about…” he hesitated, “we go to bars separately. I feel like Danfeng isn’t warming me up at all.”

"But before we part ways, could you tell me about the memory inheritance?"

Danfeng casually remarked, "Each Dragon Lord will dream of the memories of the first Dragon Lord and some of the subsequent Dragon Lords within the Wisdom Egg."

Is it only in the Vidyadhara egg?

A short sentence, but packed with information.

Wait a minute?! Inside the Vidyadhara egg?!

Does that mean that before one's values ​​and beliefs are formed and one has any independent thoughts, one has to receive other people's memories?

Is this really okay?

Crane Kite fell into deep thought.

"Brother Danfeng..." He hugged Danfeng again, "Do you still dream about him now?"

Danfeng said in a hoarse voice, "There are very few now."

Crane Kite responded sullenly.

Why is it that everyone he knows is a perfect example of a beautiful, strong, and tragic woman, attracting him while simultaneously making him feel sorry for them?

Even though it's only a little bit, it's still very precious.

"I don't want to be apart right now," He Yuan nestled in Long Zun's arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him, refusing to let go. "Brother Danfeng, is there any other way to warm me up?"

I feel like Danfeng is fragile right now. If we were to separate, wouldn't it be very sad?

As he pondered, something furry and scaly wrapped around his ankle and poked at the sole of his foot.

Crane was so itchy that she shrank even closer to Danfeng.

Danfeng coughed a few times, seemingly embarrassed, "My dragon tail... is a little out of control."

"Ah... is this what Brother Danfeng meant by not being honest?"

Crane Kite curiously peered through the milky white water, only to see a faint blue-green reflection.

"If Brother Danfeng isn't honest, then I won't be honest either!"

The young man revealed a devilish expression, wrapped his arms around the Dragon Lord's neck, pressed his ear close to his ear, and used his teeth to bite the bright red earring.

A slight tugging sensation came from the pointed earlobe, and the earring sank into a warm, moist area, transmitting the sensation throughout the body.

Danfeng let out a muffled groan, which only fueled Heyuan's excitement.

That's how it should be!

As expected, the situation where Ying Xingge retaliated was just an exception.

He Yuan loosened the earrings that he had licked until they were stuck together, and changed her target to his lips.

Adhering to the principle that it requires "mutual consent," he first asked, "Brother Danfeng, how about we try a kiss?"

"...Doing this seems to warm things up."

Danfeng looked at him with a deep gaze, "If you want to warm someone in this way, kissing their lips alone is not enough."

The dragon's tail extended upwards from the ankles, creating space between the slender, white legs.

He Yuan felt like her whole body was on fire when he looked at her like that.

"Then, what do we need to rely on?"

Danfeng didn't answer, but simply said, "You agree?"

He Yuan nodded gently.

Almost instantly, Danfeng's hands, which had been loosely supporting him, dug into his waist and abdomen, his knuckles gripping his lower back, and together with the dragon's tail that coiled like seaweed, imprisoned him in the bath.

Then came a passionate and urgent kiss.

Danfeng seemed to know every inch of his sensitive spots. His tongue traced across the palate, grinding against it inch by inch, before sucking on his tongue flesh.

Crane Kite was almost being cared for by a dense crowd; before the waves of the previous point had even subsided, the next point would push him even higher.

No, that's not right!

This isn't right again!

Where is Danfeng, who blushed just from having his earring tugged?

He Yuan opened her lips as if to say something, but Dan Feng pushed her even deeper.

His tongue tip seemed to be different from ordinary people's; it was exceptionally long and pointed, almost reaching He Yuan's throat.

The fluid spilled out uncontrollably, being carried away bit by bit. With the movement, the thin robe completely spread across the water's surface, attempting to conceal the changes beneath.

The dragon's tail had already wrapped around its waist and abdomen.

The calves that had been wrapped were covered with tiny red marks from the dragon scales.

Danfeng finally released his lips and tongue, tracing down his neck and lingering at the nape of his neck.

He Yuan stammered out her bottom line, "Dan, Brother Danfeng! We agreed—we agreed to only kiss!"

The mane on its tail brushed lightly around the perimeter, giving the impression that it was about to come in at any moment!

Danfeng answered him, soothing his trembling, "I will only kiss you, I won't do anything else."

He Yuan felt a little relieved.

If Danfeng does anything that crosses the line, he will definitely kick the person out!

Things are fine now.

He was indeed warmed up.

...and there was no discomfort.

The young man's hands rested loosely on Danfeng's shoulders, swaying with the trembling of his body, occasionally slipping off and then being pulled back up.

This was his first time exploring kisses beyond the lips, and he never imagined that it could be done this way.

It turns out that even a simple kiss on the whole body can give you the feeling of being on the verge of climax.

He Yuan looked up, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the intricately carved ceiling.

He inserted his fingers into her long, dark hair, pressing them tightly against her scalp, as if inviting her to pluck them.

The moist, cold mouth roamed freely across the chest, battling against the burning heat of the body.

They bite and lick, as if they're eating the cream and cherries that adorn a cake.

It really, really feels so good.

Danfeng seemed to know every inch of his skin, every angle, every force, everything... all precisely within his tolerance range, while also satisfying his ever-increasing threshold.

Tears welled up from the relief and slid down her cheeks, winding their way down her white and red skin before disappearing into the water.

The jade pendant on her wrist suddenly made a "drip-drip" sound, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of rushing water.

Danfeng freed one hand and removed the jade ornament from Heyuan's wrist.

It was lifted by the water flow and placed far away.

A note from the author:

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They only kissed.

For A-Yuan, who currently values ​​rituals, that kind of thing will have to wait until after marriage.

Friends and family: Your writing is so messy, do you have any clue what's going on?

Me: [Confused] Maybe I've been too awkward before, so everything I write feels awkward?