Chapter 176 Little Dragon
Outside the cave, Mianmian smelled the strong aroma of barbecue.
Normally, during special periods, omegas will naturally resist greasy foods such as barbecue due to physiological reasons.
But the clever little Rachel learned a trick from Daming and squeezed lemon juice on the barbecue, and also squeezed a lot of juice mixed with orange, apple and raspberry.
The refreshing oils from the citrus peels burst forth, filling the air with a delightful aroma.
Mianmian suddenly felt hungry and ran into the cave excitedly.
There was no one in the cave.
Mianmian was not disappointed. She followed the smell with her little nose twitching, and walked out to the other side of the cave. On the edge of a straight cliff, Raikiri was grilling fish with his bare chest.
Mianmian uttered a low "ah" and covered her mouth again.
In the setting sun, the young alpha's already bronze skin was given a layer of oily golden light, and the exposed ridges and valleys were more obvious.
Bright spots are bright, dark spots are dark, and the lines are full. The sunlight painted a realistic oil painting for him.
Raikiri has a great body. Alphas of this age are really different from those old men I've met on blind dates!
In the past, in the White Tower, the person in charge would play documentaries for the omegas. The alphas in the documentaries were all like Raikiri, full of youth and pheromones.
But the blind date was another disappointing one...
Mianmian also heard some older omegas say that "dark skin is the treasure of the world."
Mianmian didn’t understand at the time, because he thought that he was fine as long as he was fair and tender. Would dark skin look good?
It will be dirty, right?
Now, Mianmian got the answer.
Black skin is indeed a treasure of the world.
Healthy, natural, wild beauty. Although she didn't smell Raikiri's pheromones, the intuitive experience of beauty was enough to make Mianmian's heart beat wildly.
It has nothing to do with pheromones, but rather the natural pursuit of beauty—Raikiri is so handsome!
He is a sunny and cheerful big boy!
Mianmian's eyes rolled around, thinking that he should not remind Raikiri to put on his clothes.
Hehe, it’s a shame not to watch it.
I covered my mouth with my fingers, but the laughter I couldn't help leaked out from between my fingers.
Mianmian had no idea how cute he looked right now—the sun hadn't forgotten to favor him, and like Raikiri, he was the most lively creature in the twilight of the island.
Lei Qie had already sensed his presence, but that didn't stop him from turning around as if he had just discovered Mianmian, revealing a surprised smile, and then beckoning Mianmian to come and eat quickly.
"Have some juice first." Raikiri pointed to the small wooden table beside him. "Mianmian, you've been working hard. Hurry up and drink some water."
Oh my! This alpha speaks so sweetly!
Mianmian first drank half a glass of juice as he said, then sat down, puffed out her chest, and said proudly, "I've worked hard!"
The innocent little omega didn't know that this was just a compliment and needed to be answered with humility.
He felt that as an omega, having a proper job and serving his employer well was a particularly remarkable thing.
When Rachel praised him, he felt very happy and excited, and couldn't help but agree with her.
His brown eyes, similar in color to Raikiri's, sparkled with joy as he stared straight at Raikiri.
Raikiri was so taken aback by Mianmian that he almost had dragon scales growing out of his skin!
He felt itchy all over his body and wanted to dive into the sea and rub against the sandy rocks on the seabed.
I also want to fly around the sky to see if the clouds under the sunset are as soft as my rosy cheeks.
They looked at each other like two people who had just fallen in love, but because neither of them had ever been in love, they didn't understand. The seeds of ambiguity only really sprouted at this moment - because of an ordinary sunset, they got a glimpse of each other's shining hearts.
It was only when Mianmian reminded him that the grilled fish seemed to be burnt that Raikiri came back to his senses.
"Thank you for cooking!" Mianmian asked him, "Did you have a good rest this afternoon? I wanted to come back soon so we could cook together—I ran back to find you, but you were already done."
How was Raikiri's hard work? He'd killed the fish last night when he went crazy, and the fire had spewed out of his mouth, roasting it over a fierce fire until the fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The most work he'd put in was piling up the firewood.
"Not bad," Rachel said. "I had nothing to do after my nap, so I figured I'd get up and find something to do. I promised to take care of you."
As he spoke, he took the fish off the plate, put it on the plate, and divided the food with a knife and fork.
Mianmian really likes her hardworking and caring roommate.
He got a portion of the most tender fish belly, which was rich in fat and seasoned with light sea salt and lemon, which was very suitable for the taste of omega.
Especially when Raikiri dug out a ball wrapped in mud and leaves from the charcoal fire and knocked out crispy roasted vegetables from it, Mianmian felt that this alpha must be omnipotent.
"Raikiri, I think there is nothing in this world that can stump you!" Mianmian gave a thumbs up.
Rachel happily shook his fluffy black curly hair and said proudly, "Of course."
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After dinner, the sun did not completely sink below the sea level.
Reich said that the dusk on the island would be particularly long, but the sunrise would be very short.
"I think it's great. I always think dusk is much more romantic than sunrise." Mianmian sat on the edge of the cliff, her feet swinging.
He had been staring at this spot for a long time. When Reacher asked him what he was looking at, he said he wanted to sit on the edge of the cliff, but was afraid.
Rachel encouraged him to give it a try and promised to watch it personally to ensure that nothing unexpected happened to him.
Only then did Mianmian dare to sit over there.
The gentle breeze from the island surrounded him. Mianmian turned her head and spoke to Raikiri who was standing beside her and watching him.
"Raikiri, are you also able to perform magic like the high priest?"
Raikiri nodded: "Yes, but not that proficient."
The dragon is one of the most powerful fantasy creatures in the world. Its body is strong enough, so there are very few places where it needs to use magic.
After thinking for a moment, Rachel added, "But he's still very powerful, even more powerful than the high priest."
Mr. Julong has his own pride.
As he spoke, he became playful and squatted down. He suddenly grabbed Mianmian's wrist and held the back of his hand with his hot palm.
Mianmian was a little surprised. He subconsciously wanted to move his butt, but then he remembered that he was sitting on the edge of a cliff, so he had to hold back.
But the gland at the back of my neck suddenly jumped.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a low voice.
Being so close to the alpha, the little omega felt a little uncomfortable and shy.
He remembered that the person in charge in the White Tower had warned them not to have any physical contact with the alphas they were dating before confirming their marriage.
any.
How could Raikiri touch my hand!
Mianmian wanted to pout a little, but the next second, he turned his head suddenly, and his gaze changed from glaring at Raikiri to staring at his own hand - to be precise, the hand that was held by Raikiri.
"Feel it?" Rachel asked him.
Mianmian blinked and wanted to say something, but Raikiri gently coaxed her into closing her eyes.
"Be good, close your eyes." Raikiri slowly guided him in his ear, "Focus on your hands and feel the wind flowing through your fingertips... You can touch it, but don't try to grab it."
"Do you feel it? I guess you do, because the cool wind is also dancing between my fingers."
"Do you want to know what it looks like?"
"Now open your eyes."
Mianmian opened her eyes.
He was fascinated by the wind that shuttled through his fingers. Because there were unknown wild flowers mixed in, outlining the shape of the wind, Mianmian could see it effortlessly -
"It's a dragon!" he exclaimed in surprise, "It's a little dragon!"
"Yes." Rachel was shy for a moment, but soon returned to his playful self that had just pleased his wife and asked him, "Is it cute?"
This was created based on his memory of what he looked like as a child.
In fact, Raikiri was very big when he was young. His original form could hold up the sky, but he often appeared in a slightly smaller form - he was still extremely huge in the eyes of others.
The baby teeth he replaced when he was a child can form islands.
However, it was once teased by the god Pan and became the size of a puppy, which is now the appearance of wild flowers and wind that he showed to Mianmian.
"Cute!" Mianmian was delighted. "So cute—it's like a miniature version of Mr. Dragon!"
The little wind dragon was still twisting its body vividly under Raikiri's guidance, and the evil dragon roared.
Looking at Mianmian's eyes shining, Raikiri seemed to understand why other friends always liked to tease him when they were young - he also thought that his little dragon looked cute.
"Yes, it was modeled after Mr. Dragon." said Rachel.
"But he's much cuter than Mr. Dragon. Maybe he's very cute even when he's small. I wish I had a little dragon." Mianmian suddenly had an idea. "Raqie, you've been working for so long, do you know Mr. Dragon's family? Does he have dragon eggs or dragon cubs at home?"
The topic change was too abrupt, and Rachel was confused by his question.
In this moment of distraction, they failed to control the little wind dragon, and the wind slipped away from them, and wild flowers scattered all over their heads and bodies.
Mianmian was also stunned. He broke free from Raikiri's arms, moved his butt backward, and climbed up with his hands.
Just when Raikiri thought that Mianmian would be angry at his bad little trick, Mianmian smiled and extended her hand to him.
"Get up, how long are you going to squat? Thank you for introducing me to the wind, I like it very much." Mianmian praised him sweetly, "Thank you, Raikiri, you can do anything."
Raikiri stared at Mianmian blankly, his heartbeat overlapping with the rhythm of his lips.
The dark-skinned handsome guy held the tender white hand in front of him and stood up with the help of the little omega.
The sun had completely set at this moment.
The ocean breeze blew over and it became a little cold outside.
After quickly cleaning up the furniture used for dinner, the two walked into the cave together.
After a long silence, Lei Qie suddenly said, "Well, I know. I know about Mr. Dragon—he has someone he loves, and they're planning to get married. They might have a dragon cub."
His dark skin was tinged with red.
Fortunately, night fell and Mianmian couldn't see clearly.
"Really? I'm looking forward to them having little dragons." Mianmian said.
Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that the little dragon cub mentioned by Lei Qie was most likely not going to survive.
Maybe you are born to be upright.
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