Chapter 67 Daily Life: Just Two Tails
By the time Xie Lingyu slowly carried her to the table, Sang Ying had already cried again, her eyes were red, and trembling tears hung on her eyelashes.
The fox ears on its head drooped listlessly, and the long fox tail behind it also hung limply, swaying slightly as it walked, hooking around its ankles.
Xie Lingyu whispered in her ear, "Baby, lift your tail up a little."
Sang Ying was still dazed. She sniffed and, at his command, raised the hand that was resting on his shoulder.
Xie Lingyu couldn't help but laugh, seemingly dazed by the kiss. She lifted the person up and hugged them, saying, "It's a tail, not a hand."
He pointed to the base of his tail. "Here."
Sang Ying then came to her senses a little more and tried to lift her tail as he told her, but the tip of her tail twitched twice and then drooped down limply.
She looked aggrieved and confused, her voice soft and sweet, "My tail...it's out of control..."
After all, she wasn't a fox demon; the fox ears and tail were just illusions. And right now, she didn't have much strength, so it was normal that she couldn't control them well.
Xie Lingyu held her with one arm, and with the other hand, picked her up by the fox's tail, and carried her to the table to sit down.
He warmed a cup of honey water and brought it to her lips. She took a few seconds to realize she was thirsty and drank the whole cup of water from his hand.
Her rosy lips were moist, and he couldn't resist leaning in to kiss them. "Want some more?"
His face was pushed away by her weak hand. The girl was now fully awake and glared at him angrily, "Bad dragon!"
She reached out and covered her bulging belly, then kicked him with her foot, saying, "I feel uncomfortable, I'm so full."
The dragon's tail easily wrapped around her swaying, slender white ankles. "It seems that Junior Sister's health has indeed improved a lot. She didn't even fall asleep after finishing her cultivation session."
Before, I couldn't even last one time, but this time, after finishing my training, I still had the energy to mess around with him.
Sang Ying snorted irritably, "I've already told you, things are different now."
"Yes, junior sister is quite capable now."
She has a small appetite and can't eat that much. Once she felt that she had absorbed enough, Xie Lingyu picked her up again and carried her to the hot spring pool.
Originally, the hot spring was quite a distance away, in a separate bathing room. However, Sang Ying was really lazy, and often wanted to soak in the hot spring in the cold winter, so he modified it and moved the hot spring over, just a few steps away.
Xie Lingyu placed the person on a soft chair by the hot spring and stepped back, accidentally knocking over a honey jar containing sandalwood dew. The rich sandalwood dew dripped down the chair and quickly gathered into a small puddle on the ground.
The air was immediately filled with the scent of sandalwood. Sang Ying initially looked away, not daring to shift her gaze, but when she saw him half-squatting and cleaning without looking at her, she secretly turned her eyes back to him.
This wasn't the first time. The first time he did this, she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare see him for a week.
Now, after half a year of getting to know each other, and hugging and cuddling with him every day, Sang Ying has finally gotten better. Although she still blushes, she is no longer so shy that she wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
She thought she seemed to be getting more and more used to being Xie Lingyu's wife.
And what about him?
Has he adapted to being Sang Ying's husband?
Sang Ying looked down at him. The young man skillfully cleaned up the remaining sandalwood dew, and after cleaning it, he stuck out his long fingers, stared at the side for a while, and then suddenly leaned in and kissed the bright red pinch mark next to him.
After sensing her suddenly shrink and huddle together, his low, clear voice became sticky again, "Baby, so cute."
Sang Ying: "..."
She could see that he had adapted to it all.
That's true. For the past six months, he has taken meticulous care of her. Just as he said before, she was a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger and was used to a life of luxury. After marrying him, she should naturally continue to live the same way as before.
But she wasn't originally like this.
In front of her two senior brothers and her father, she usually presented a well-behaved image, staying quietly by herself.
Her father was always busy with the sect's affairs, and she didn't want to trouble him. Her fellow disciples were also busy cultivating or going down the mountain to practice, and she didn't want to disturb them.
That's why she had that opportunity; no one noticed her, and she secretly went down the mountain alone.
Only in front of Xie Lingyu would she act childish, always bossing him around.
Because he always spoiled her, even though he was clearly stronger than her, he would silently let her bully him and let her do whatever she wanted. He would never leave her, always following behind her. He never objected to what she wanted to do and would silently help her.
Sang Ying's ears turned red. Seeing that he was about to push his luck and kiss her again, she pulled her leg away from his hand, stepped on his shoulder and pushed him away, annoyed, "I won't allow you to kiss me, you're not allowed to kiss me."
After saying that, she suddenly realized that her attitude was terrible. No matter what, she shouldn't have stepped on someone's foot so casually. She regretted it and shrank back, trying to take it back. "...Xie Lingyu, was I too harsh on you?"
Suddenly, her ankle was grabbed, and the young man turned to kiss the inside of her ankle bone gently. "If this is what it means to be fierce, then I don't mind if you're a little fiercer to me, junior sister."
Sang Ying: "..."
Why does it seem like this is a reward for him?
That wretched shapeshifting dragon!
After a while of fussing and cleaning up, Sang Ying was carried into the hot spring and soaked comfortably.
She realized she liked Xie Lingyu when she turned fifteen and came of age.
Xie Lingyu gave her a small seashell. While she complained that he wasn't thoughtful, she wore it around her neck and touched the blue-gold seashell all day long.
Sang Jingming joked with her, "I've noticed you're always hanging out with Xiaoyu. Do you like Xiaoyu?"
She was so startled that she dropped the cup in her hand. She panicked, her face burning hot, and she tried to explain, at a loss, that she only saw him as a senior brother and could never like him.
Sang Jingming saw right through him: "Then why do you never call him 'Senior Brother'?"
He took out a blank marriage certificate and said, "Since you don't like him, it's okay if he marries someone else's daughter in the future, right? I think the girl from this family is a perfect match for him."
It was only then that she belatedly realized that she didn't actually want to be just a fellow student with him; she wanted a closer, more intimate relationship with him.
The thought of having someone by his side, marrying him, being with him, sleeping by his side when tired, and having him carry her home when exhausted filled her with overwhelming emotions.
At the end of that day, she watched from afar as Sang Jingming wrote the gold-embossed marriage certificate in front of her, along with the blessings and the contract, and then carefully wrote the names of the newlyweds on it before putting down his pen.
She felt a pang of sadness, yet she couldn't help wondering who would be a suitable match for Xie Lingyu, and when he had met other girls.
Later, after Sang Jingming died, Elder Bai handed the marriage certificate to her.
Her name and Xie Lingyu's name were written on it.
He had a premonition that his doom was approaching, so he left behind this marriage certificate that needed to be written by his parents.
Sang Ying knew that he might not have survived the ordeal back then. But when his mother risked her life to save him last time, he might have already lost all hope of living. However, she was still there, and he spent years working hard just to arrange her life properly before leaving.
Sang Ying crawled out of Xie Lingyu's arms, lay down by the hot spring pool, dried her hands, and took out the carefully sealed gold-embossed marriage certificate from her storage ring.
Xie Lingyu embraced her from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck. "Why did you suddenly take out the marriage certificate to look at?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone turning somewhat unfriendly, "Do you want a divorce again?"
Sang Ying: "..."
He overreacted a bit too much.
Sang Ying looked at the marriage certificate and whispered, "Xie Lingyu, actually, this marriage certificate was written by my father."
She paused, then added, "I wrote it on the day I came of age."
Xie Lingyu suddenly paused, "The day of her coming-of-age ceremony?"
"Didn't you say that day that you didn't like me, that you only saw me as a senior brother, and that you would never like me?"
Sang Ying was stunned for a moment, "You were eavesdropping on me!"
Xie Lingyu nestled against her neck and hugged her tighter. "It was my junior sister who asked me to buy her favorite pastries. I overheard it on my way back, so it doesn't count as eavesdropping."
...It just so happens that I remember it so clearly, even though I care about it a lot.
Sang Ying suddenly understood why he was still so insecure and suspicious that she liked someone else, even though she had agreed to cultivate with him before. He even suspected that she liked her two senior brothers, never thinking that she would like him.
"..." So that's where the problem lies.
Sang Ying poked at the cover of the marriage certificate and whispered, "Well, it's normal for me to panic and say something I shouldn't when my dad suddenly asked me that. Besides, what if he thinks we're not a good match and wants to break us up?"
"Breaking up a loving couple..."
The young man behind her murmured, carefully considering those words. He tightened his grip on her arm, his voice low, "So, junior sister liked me back then?"
Sang Ying's ears immediately turned red. She closed the marriage certificate and put it away, saying, "That's what you think. I never said that!"
The dragon scale pendant on her collarbone was burning hot, and Sang Ying could feel her heart pounding. This was the dragon scale closest to her heart, and she could clearly feel her unsteady heartbeat.
The young man behind her turned around, holding her, and the jade dragon tail wrapped around her again. Sang Ying noticed that the golden ring at the end of the dragon tail wrapped around her waist was shining, and she poked it curiously. "Xie Lingyu, why is the ring so shiny... um!"
The young man suddenly kissed her. Caught off guard, Sang Ying clenched her fingers tightly around the dragon's tail, and a crystal tear welled up from the corner of her eye.
It took her a while to recover, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Why did you suddenly kiss me, especially in the hot spring?"
The young man's dragon tail clung tightly to her, his beautiful face so close, his long, warm fingers cupping her small face and kissing her tenderly, his voice lingering, melancholic, and sticky, "Baby, baby, baby..."
Sang Ying's ears turned bright red from his repeated calls. She wanted to speak, but he kissed her so hard that she could only stammer, her voice incoherent: "I...heard it."
The dragon's tail underwater kept causing trouble, and Sang Ying was even more exhausted in the water, completely powerless to resist, and obediently let him kiss her more and more fiercely.
The kisses were so gentle before, taking care of her feelings. He would stop when she couldn't breathe. Why did it suddenly turn into this?
Unable to speak, Sang Ying sobbed, unable to bear his kisses, and could only open her mouth and bite his shoulder tightly.
Among the many teeth marks, a beautiful one was left.
Finally, Sang Ying didn't know how long she was kissed before it stopped.
Her fox ears had completely drooped down, and she looked utterly listless.
I vaguely felt myself being picked up, my belly bulging from eating. After absorbing the spiritual energy, I was cleaned up again, my furry fox tail and ears dried, and then I was carried back to my room.
Just as Sang Ying was about to fall asleep after being enveloped in the soft brocade quilt, her waist was pulled back, and the dragon's tail slid in, tightly wrapping around her, its golden ring at the end shining brightly.
"Xie Lingyu, I... sob."
I got kissed again.
It was sticky and gooey, giving her no chance to speak at all.
...
I don't know how much time passed.
Several red lines have been added to the ring.
Sang Ying, her fox tail twitching, tried to escape from the covers. But as soon as she stretched out a trembling hand, it was pulled back. From her fingers to her wrist, her arm was covered with tiny, dense kisses, not even missing between her fingers.
"Baby, Little Firefly, baby baby baby baby... Does baby not like the other tail? Why is it shaking so much?"
"Baby, can you touch this tail? It always liked you, but now it's been neglected and misses you."
"Baby is so naughty, why are you hiding? You were just liking it, weren't you? Would it be better if we locked you up?"
“…Ugh.”
Sang Ying's fingers were trembling.
This wasn't the case before. What word did she say that offended this mad dragon?
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