Han Qianling rarely disobeyed Luo Jiujiang's requests.
Since Luo Jiujiang had said so, Han Qianling readily followed his advice. He undid his inner garments and folded them beside his pillow, then covered Luo Jiujiang's eyes with one hand, preventing him from witnessing his transformation and reliving the unpleasant experience in the secret realm.
But his fingers were loosely spaced; it was up to Luo Jiujiang to see or not. Covering it with his hand was merely a gesture of attitude.
After Han Qianling had fully ascended to the Golden Core stage, changing forms became exceptionally easy. Within three breaths, he had transformed into a swirling blue dragon. His sharp claws snarled at Luo Jiujiang's clothes, yet not a single thread escaped. He held onto Luo Jiujiang's shoulders as he slowly slid beneath the covers.
Luo Jiujiang reached out and stroked Han Qianling's back. His fingers brushed over the blue scales, and he felt a cool touch.
Although they are both long and soft-bodied creatures like snakes, the feeling after Han Qianling transformed into a dragon is completely different from the long snakes raised by Zhen Shuangliu. Perhaps it is because of the distinct and hard scales, but every move of Han Qianling, even a gliding part, has a sense of looseness, which is not as winding and feminine as the spirit snake.
The dragon's body was so long that only part of it could slide under the quilt, leaving the rest coiled within the tent. Luo Jiujiang picked out the exposed section and leaned in for a closer look. He saw that Han Qianling's scales were hard and sharp, no less sharp than a bloody blade. However, when he reached out to touch them, they became blunt and rounded.
He even lowered his head slightly to make it easier for Luo Jiujiang's hand to stroke his neck, which was also the place where the dragon's reverse scale was located in human legend.
Luo Jiujiang hovered his hand over the inch-long scale growing inverted on Han Qianling's neck, and felt that the heat from his fingers was enough to blow on the opponent's scales.
"Can I touch it?" Luo Jiujiang asked.
Han Qianling took the initiative to hold her neck and handed the reverse scale to Luo Jiujiang's fingertips.
"It grows against the grain, so it's not easy to touch." Although he could still speak human language after transforming into a dragon, his voice carried a dragon's aura. Compared with his previous voice that was like a spring spring breaking through the ice, it had a more noble and dignified feeling.
When he spoke with such a voice, with a hint of smile in his tone, it was almost like fine wine, intoxicating.
"Pull it out for you?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Luo Jiujiang tapped the other person's chin with his finger and said unhappily, "I've been wanting to say this for a long time. What kind of style are these aliens? It's not enough to press someone's heart, they have to sink it into them. And they just pluck scales and saw off horns for no reason. Aren't they afraid that after they transform back into human form, there will be a gap in their neck that will reveal their trachea, or that there will be two more bald spots on their head?"
Upon hearing this, Han Qianling immediately fell laughing on Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang put his arm around Qianling's neck, and with his other hand he slowly and with interest explored Qianling's long snout and two dragon horns. The two dragon horns were like jade, clear in color, and a degree colder than his body, yet so smooth that he was reluctant to let go.
"If you touch the corner, can you feel it?"
"Very blunt—the horns are weapons, they can be used for butting."
Luo Jiujiang imagined the scene for a moment, but he couldn't put the long Qianling Mountains in the same category as those horned deer and antelopes. "Why do they feel like they're fighting when they butt heads, but your dragon horns are just acting like you're being spoiled?"
Upon hearing this, Han Qianling immediately lowered his head and gently bumped Luo Jiujiang's chest with his horns.
Luo Jiujiang hissed at the coldness of the blow and reflected on himself, "But it's really my fault—I just thought about it. When I see a python entwining someone or a snake biting someone, my first reaction is to kill them. But when I think about the way you're entwining them, I feel a strange intimacy."
Han Qianling said with a half-smile, "What if I bite someone?"
"..." Facing the other party's sharp white teeth, Luo Jiujiang said honestly: "This might be fatal - haven't you bitten me enough in the dream?"
Han Qianling gave a lazy smile to this question, then slowly wrapped himself around Luo Jiujiang, circling him from waist to legs twice, allowing him to personally experience the feeling of "intimacy" he had imagined.
Han Qianling didn't wrap it tightly, just loosely, and he calculated the distance well, so that Ni Lin was right under Luo Jiujiang's fingers. Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling lay side by side, vaguely feeling something different from the humanoid Qianling.
It's not that refreshingly cool temperature - it's said that Qianling is warm when it turns into a human body in winter and cool when it turns into a dragon in summer. It's really a rare treasure - but some more wonderful feeling that touches the soul directly.
Unlike the beautiful and graceful human form, when Han Qianling transformed into a blue dragon, he was a ferocious beast. Its sharp claws, mouth full of sharp white teeth, cold and hard horns, and even its blade-like scales all clearly showed that it was a deadly weapon.
But such a ferocious soldier was so easy-going and even docile in front of Luo Jiujiang. Even his scales became blunt, and his reverse scales were exposed openly. Even - even if it was a joke, if Luo Jiujiang nodded, it would definitely come true - he would pull out his reverse scales for him.
The extreme ferocity and sharpness, contrasted with the most gentle mood and strong love, make Han Qianling full of a contradictory charm at this moment.
This is my Qianling. Luo Jiujiang opened his hand and covered Han Qianling's reverse scale with his palm. He knew that touching that spot would not make Qianling feel comfortable, so except for the initial tentative touch and then withdrawal, he was always careful not to touch the edge of the scale.
Mine, Luo Jiujiang thought.
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After the complete failure of soul training on the first night, Luo Jiujiang started his second and third attempts.
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