It was just that Ying Zhao had too much fun and consumed too much energy, so he fell asleep in a daze after drinking the milk.
During dinner, Chu Yuening savored the delicious food and occasionally fed the dragon that was clinging to her.
Although this is just a drop in the bucket compared to a dragon's appetite.
But the feeding from his lover always made Ying Zheng happy, and his tail twitched.
When Chu Yuening came out of the bath, she found that Ying Zheng had turned into a human form.
Uh...no, it should be called dragon form.
Chu Yuening looked at the dragon horns on his head, and then at the dragon tail swinging behind him.
"A Zheng, what about you?"
"It will be fully recovered tomorrow."
Ying Zheng's golden pupils were full of helplessness.
"Hehe, this is not bad, I like it~"
Chu Yuening looked around Ying Zheng and admired him carefully.
A pair of black golden dragon horns stood in the man's black hair, and a few tiny dragon scales at the end of his eyes just added a bit of weirdness to his handsome face, making him look breathtaking.
Especially those golden eyes, noble and sacred, revealing a cold and aloof majesty.
"Yuening, I'm going to take a shower and change clothes first."
Ying Zheng felt uncomfortable when he recalled the little boy's saliva dripping on him.
After Ying Zheng finished washing up and returned to the bed, Chu Yuening couldn't help but touch his dragon horns again.
"Yuening, you can't touch the dragon horns casually."
"Why? A Zheng has been resisting me today."
Chu Yuening questioned angrily, her eyes reddened and she seemed about to cry.
However, a smile and a sense of success flashed in Ying Zheng's golden eyes.
"Yuening, are you sure you want to touch it?"
"Of course, I want to touch your tail too."
"Okay, then it's as you wish."
Ying Zheng stepped forward, held the woman's hand and placed it on the dragon's horn, while the tail tightly wrapped around her ankles.
A tingling and shuddering sensation came from the dragon's horns, and its golden pupils were filled with terrifying desire.
A red branch with fragrance condensed from dew, the lovemaking in Wushan is in vain.
The wind and rain did not stop until the sky turned pale.
"Wow, A Zheng, I was wrong~ I will never touch a dragon horn again..."
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