Chapter 68 Daily Life: "...Ugh."
The day after the day after the next day.
Three days later, in the afternoon, Sang Ying finally woke up.
When I woke up, I felt sore all over and uncomfortable everywhere. I was even weaker than when I was seriously injured before. I couldn't even lift a finger and was trembling.
But the young man beside her held her tightly, his jade dragon tail wrapped around her, encircling her in his arms, and kissed her cheek affectionately, "Baby is finally awake."
Sang Ying: "..."
Seeing the seven newly added crimson stripes on the golden ring of the dragon's tail that kept swaying wildly, Sang Ying was furious. She was about to scold him, but when she opened her mouth, her throat was hoarse and she couldn't speak at all, she could only cough.
The young man finally let go of her, poured some warm pear juice, and then lifted her up to bring it to her lips.
Sang Ying drank several mouthfuls and finally felt a little better; her voice wasn't so hoarse anymore. She was both ashamed and angry, and confronted him, "How could you do this to me! You bad dragon!"
She saw that he was suffering from his hot flashes and kindly helped him, but he treated her like this!
The time required for each cultivation session was already long, and she couldn't even endure it once before. But now, she cultivated seven times in three days.
She cried until her voice was hoarse, and no matter how much she begged him, he wouldn't stop. Every time he said it would be the last time, but he kept going.
She had no idea what she had done to offend him; the protective scale pendant on her collarbone was burning hot, and the dragon tail ring was constantly glowing.
He was even more clingy than usual, kissing her repeatedly, covering every inch of her skin. She was covered in his scent, the fragrance of sandalwood so strong it was almost dizzying.
The aloof young man before her, with his handsome features and a look of contentment, put down his cup and then took her fingertips and kissed them. His lips were warm and cool, and his tone finally returned to normal from his crazy state.
"I'm sorry, junior sister. You're so cute that I lost control for a moment."
Xie Lingyu's words were not an attempt to defend herself, but rather a statement of fact.
He was inherently obsessive and ruthless, and the dragon race was also known for its lust. If he hadn't constantly restrained and suppressed his nature, he would have injured her during their first joint cultivation session.
That's how it is. How could he have been so intimate with her for half a year without touching her at all, just holding her and using her as a pillow?
What he had always longed for was Sang Ying's affection, and for that he was willing to pretend to be the kind of person she liked, and keep pretending.
In this state of mind, it's understandable that he couldn't contain his emotions upon suddenly learning that she had liked him three years ago, before their marriage.
Xie Lingyu showed remorse and took out the black iron washboard. He obediently knelt down, his dragon tail dangling behind him.
"Junior sister, punish me."
Sang Ying was already angry, but seeing his expression, her ears turned red again... This dragon is really something.
They were taking advantage of her soft heart, knowing she would never actually punish him.
She snorted coldly, "I won't let you off so easily. I'll punish you later. I'm hungry, go cook me some food, I want to eat crab."
Xie Lingyu chuckled softly, "Okay."
Hearing his laughter, Sang Ying suddenly remembered what had happened in the past few days. Although she had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, she had not adapted to fasting and therefore still needed to eat.
During her cultivation these past two days, she tried to get him to stop and let her go by pretending she was hungry. But the wicked dragon just carried her to the dining table and ate her while feeding her.
Sang Ying wanted to cover her face whenever she thought about it; he really was... utterly outrageous!
Xie Lingyu went to cook. Sang Ying lay down for a while and felt her strength returning. She sat up, stretched her body, and then quickly lay back down.
Her whole body ached and felt numb, especially her lower abdomen. When she got up, the lingering soreness and numbness made her frown. It seemed that because she had been cultivating for a long time, her dragon tail had never left her body, and the swollen feeling had not yet subsided.
And it seems...
She felt refreshed, which meant she must have been given a bath and cleaned up, but her stomach still felt very full.
Sang Ying reached out and touched it, and sure enough, she felt that her little belly was bulging, indicating that she had absorbed plenty of spiritual energy.
Her mind was still a little hazy as she regained consciousness. Sang Ying recalled what he had said in her ear before her last consciousness faded. It seemed to be something like... she had absorbed too much power and couldn't consume it all, so let her absorb it slowly.
Then he summoned the Golden Lotus and pushed several lotus seeds inside.
Indeed, he once said that dragons and humans have different physical structures and are not easy to conceive, so Bai Tanlu has a lot of spiritual energy. She can only absorb enough spiritual energy once, let alone seven times, and a lot of it was wasted in between.
Damn it... that wicked dragon!
Sang Ying's face flushed as she recalled those memories, and she buried her head in the pillow for a long while before she calmed down.
Why is he acting so crazy this time... Is it because he's been holding back his hot flashes for half a year? But he held back even longer before, not touching her for three years, at most hugging her in the middle of the night when he couldn't resist anymore.
After thinking it over, Sang Ying concluded that the problem lay with the fox's ears and tail. Before he had a tail, he could control himself and only cultivate once. It was only after he had a fox tail that he lost control.
After much painful reflection, Sang Ying vowed never to ever show her fox ears again!
Sang Ying struggled to "recover" for a while, barely managing to get up. She put on a coat over her inner garment, and her legs were still trembling when she got out of bed.
When I stood up, my legs almost gave way and I almost fell back down. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way to the hot spring pool.
Next to the larger hot spring pool was a smaller pool of clear water, specially used for her to wash herself. Sang Ying sat by the pool with her calves immersed in the hot water.
Her fair calves were covered with hickeys and finger marks. Because of her fair skin, these marks were particularly noticeable, making her look pitifully bullied.
Sang Ying's ears turned red as she looked at it, her thick eyelashes trembled, and she seemed to be able to recall the corresponding scene for every mark on them.
The slightly heavy grip mark on her ankle was from when she couldn't take it anymore and her legs kicked wildly, brushing heavily against his lower back, causing him to grab her hard.
The bright red mark on her calf, resembling a ripe berry, was kissed by him once when he was waiting for her to recover from the afterglow of his cultivation practice.
With so many marks on her calves alone, Sang Ying couldn't even imagine what the rest of her body must look like. She raised her hand to pat her flushed face, her beautiful amber eyes glistening with tears.
After soaking in hot water for a while, the tight, sore muscles in her calves were relieved a lot. Sang Ying raised her hand to cover her bulging belly and decided to clean it up.
However, opening the jar containing the sandalwood dew was not easy. He had made it seem simple before, but when it was Sang Ying's turn, it became difficult. She slowly fumbled around for a long time before her fingertips finally touched the outline of the lotus seed.
Having little experience, and finding it particularly inconvenient to do it herself—not only could she not see, but her fingers were also short—she struggled for quite a while, becoming breathless, before finally managing to extract a lotus seed.
Sang Ying tried to take out more lotus seeds, but this backfired. Instead, she pushed them further in, mixing the golden lotus seeds into the white sandalwood dew, completely submerging them, and making them out of reach.
The honey pot was opened a crack, and the sandalwood dew leaked out of the pot, flowing down the mouth of the bottle and onto the edge of the jade pool steps.
The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood in addition to the misty moisture, which completely overwhelmed the faint floral and medicinal fragrance on her body.
Sang Ying smelled the familiar scent and looked at the sandalwood dew on her fingertips. Suddenly, she was curious about what it smelled like and blinked.
He always eats her lotus seed dew, saying it's sweet. Is it really that delicious?
Although she felt a little embarrassed, he wasn't here right now, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to sneak a taste, right?
After a moment of inner turmoil, curiosity finally overcame her shyness. Sang Ying fluttered her eyelashes, brought her finger to her lips, and gently licked it with the tip of her bright red tongue.
Hmm...
Sang Ying frowned and carefully tasted it, but it didn't seem to have much flavor. It wasn't sweet either, and it tasted a bit like the herbal soup she often drank, with a slight bitterness.
However, the sandalwood scent was very strong, and my mouth was immediately filled with that taste, even stronger than when he kissed her.
"The taste is so-so," Sang Ying commented, when a clear, cool young voice suddenly rang out behind her.
"So this is where my junior sister is."
Feeling guilty, Sang Ying was startled and quickly lowered her hand, her expression revealing her panic. Her voice stammered, "Yes, I... can't I take a shower?"
"It seems that my junior sister is indeed much better. She can get out of bed without me carrying her."
The young man walked over unhurriedly, squatted down beside her, his gaze sweeping over the white sandalwood dew on the jade steps before landing on her small face. He raised his hand to touch her cheek, "Why is your face so red?"
Sang Ying thought he probably hadn't seen it, since she still had her back to him. She coughed lightly and said, "It's nothing, just steam."
She changed the subject, nudging his arm: "Xie Lingyu, I can't figure it out, you do it."
This kind of work should be left to him; she's really not up to it. Besides, whoever does the wrong thing should be held responsible.
"That's certainly possible."
The young man was very skilled at this kind of work. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, then took her hand and lifted it up, saying slowly, "But tell me first, junior sister, what were you doing just now?"
Her hand, hidden under her outer garment, was suddenly pulled out. Sang Ying looked at the sandalwood dew still on her fingers, her ears burning. She tried to deny it, saying, "It's nothing, I just cleaned it up. You came when I realized I couldn't get it out."
Seeing her guilty look, Xie Lingyu thoughtfully asked, "Then, junior sister, can you tell me what's on your lips?"
Sang Ying: ?!
Did she put it in her mouth?
Sang Ying subconsciously pinched her sleeve and wiped it, trying to destroy the evidence, but found that her sleeve was clean and there was nothing there.
Her eyes widened... He lied to her!
Looking up, I met his dark, deep eyes, like the ocean at night, where a dangerous whirlpool lurked beneath the calm surface, threatening to pull one in at the slightest carelessness.
Sang Ying was very familiar with that gaze, and she immediately shrank back, wanting to escape.
But where could she escape to when she was in his arms?
The dragon's tail easily encircled her waist, its distinct finger bones held her small face, and its long fingers parted the honey pot, soon taking out the golden lotus seeds, three or four of which fell into the plate.
Before the sandalwood dew stored in the honeypot could be poured out, he kissed her fiercely and heavily, silencing her with a kiss.
Why did he kiss me again...!
The spiritual energy from before wasn't enough... I'm so full.
Sang Ying's eyelashes trembled incessantly, and pitiful, trembling tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.
Her already weak fingers didn't even have the strength to grip his shoulder, but fearing she would fall, she frantically tried to grab onto something, her nails leaving cat-like scratches on his pale neck with his movements.
The young man didn't care at all about the intensity of the kitten's tickling. He just hugged her and kissed her, letting her leave intimate marks on his neck. He even deliberately kissed her harder to make the scratches deeper.
This will also extend the retention period.
He likes this kind of marking.
He loves all the marks she left on him.
Unfortunately, she was too weak, and even if he didn't heal her completely, these marks would fade away in two days at most.
Sang Ying couldn't take it anymore. When he chased after her and kissed her, she opened her mouth and bit his chin, tightening her grip to stop him from kissing her any further.
But the young man only paused slightly before he kissed her more fiercely as if out of control, kissing her hard. Sang Ying whimpered and opened her mouth, leaving only a small tooth mark on his chin.
In short, after a long kissing process, it was two hours later when the bath was finally over.
This was only because a certain evil dragon restrained itself, letting her go after only one training session.
Sang Ying was completely deflated. She couldn't even get out of bed, and she was listless and trembling uncontrollably.
Her nose was red, and her eyes were red too. She sniffed, her voice hoarse and tearful. She didn't even have the strength to curse him anymore, and could only manage to utter two words: "...bastard."
She only secretly tasted the sandalwood dew, and anyway, it's all going to be cleaned up and it's useless to him now, so why is he holding a grudge against her like this?
He always eats her food, and she never holds it against him like this. What a jerk, what a stingy person.
Xie Lingyu knew she had gone too far, so she tied her little clothes back, made a knot at the back of her neck, and kissed her little face to comfort her.
Sang Ying turned her face away angrily, refusing his kiss, "...You stingy guy."
Xie Lingyu chuckled slightly. Was this a matter of being petty? Did she not understand that such an action would be... in the eyes of any male cultivator?
He lifted her small face with his long fingers and pecked at the corner of her lips. "How about feeding your junior sister next time? Don't be angry."
"Who said they wanted to eat!"
Sang Ying blushed and raised her hand to punch him, but her arm ached and fell down. She grimaced and groaned.
Xie Lingyu massaged her arms and legs, and after a while, picked up some clothes for her to wear. Sang Ying glanced at them and said, "I don't want to wear this. Change into something else."
Xie Lingyu glanced at the red dress in her hand. "Doesn't Junior Sister usually wear red dresses like this?"
She used to dress that way because she was in poor health and red made her look better. Women dress to please men, and she always dressed that way to show her best side to him.
Now that she's healthier and her complexion is no longer pale, she naturally wants to try other colors.
But she would never tell him this reason!
"...I'm going to change it anyway!"
Sang Ying poked his shoulder with her finger, "And why are you always wearing white clothes? Go change into something else."
Although Sang Ying usually only wears red, Xie Lingyu bought her a wide variety of clothes, and after letting her choose, he picked out a pink dress for her to change into.
The girl was young, with a small, snow-white face and bright, captivating amber eyes like crescent moons. Her skin was already fair, and the pink dress made her look even more delicate and fresh, like a ripe, juicy peach.
Sang Ying looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied, but when she turned her head, she met the dark and sticky gaze of the young man.
Having just experienced a tragedy, Sang Ying immediately felt alarmed and hurriedly said, "Xie Lingyu, if you kiss me again, I'll really get angry and I won't talk to you anymore!"
The young man calmed down a bit, lowered his head and pecked her earlobe, "Hmm, I'm not cultivating anymore."
Seeing that he responded, Sang Ying relaxed and pushed him to change his clothes.
Oh my god, she's already kissed him eight times. If she keeps practicing like this, her back is really going to break.
After a while, there was a movement behind the screen. Sang Ying turned her head to look and saw a black hem of clothing flutter out first, with dark patterns flowing around it.
Then the young man, dressed in black, walked out. His expression was indifferent, cold, and murderous, a completely different temperament from his previous gentle and refined demeanor.
Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat, and her eyelashes trembled.
It's really beautiful... but it's cold and makes it seem even more unapproachable.
A cold and unapproachable young man walked up behind her, skillfully combed her hair, styled it into a bun, and selected suitable and exquisite hairpins, making her look beautiful.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and whispered a clear, cool voice that tickled his ear.
"If you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to kiss you again."
"..."
What a cool and aloof guy! He's just a heartless, lecherous dragon!
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