Shen Tanqi and Little Black, busy munching on mudskippers on the ground and humming, both looked up at Bai Long in shock simultaneously.
“What… what did you say?” Shen Tanqi hoped he had just misheard. Such a perverted request couldn’t possibly come from the mouth of someone like Bai Long.
Bai Long repeated with unwavering certainty, “I want to touch you.”
Shen Tanqi: …
And he changed it from a request to an announcement.
In Shen Tanqi’s mind, countless big scenes from the intense spectacle he desperately wanted to forget from last night instantly flashed—those wandering eyes on his body, the low, deep breaths in his ears, and the undeniable hands that had him firmly in their grasp…
This was bad.
Bai Long wouldn’t get addicted, would he?
But now he was living under someone else’s roof, and he had received so many favors that he had no choice but to obey. He could even endure the humiliation beneath Han Xin.1‘Humiliation beneath Han Xin’ is a creative expression used to convey the idea that Shen Tanqi is willing to endure challenging or humiliating situations, referencing the historical figure Han Xin to add a touch of cultural flavor. He saved his life; letting him touch a bit, what harm could it do?
To hell with it, come on, Shen Tanqi wasn’t that petty!
Witnessing Shen Tanqi as if making some monumental resolution, slowly unfastening his clothes and draping them over the little black dog that had been sneakily watching, Shen Tanqi gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, “Go ahead, touch.”
Bai Long looked at him somewhat puzzled, extending his hand to gently drape the clothes back over him, whispering, “It’s cold, don’t undress.”
Shen Tanqi: ?
Last night, certain individuals were swift and ruthless when undressing him, without a thought for whether he might feel cold.
“Well, what about…” How to touch?
Before he could finish his sentence, a warm hand delicately caressed his lower abdomen, the touch incredibly gentle, as if exploring everything inside him.
Shen Tanqi shivered, his whole body tensing up.
Bai Long leaned down, his gaze tender.
“Still too small.”
His gaze, as if beholding an unparalleled treasure, cradled it in his palms, taking great care not to let even the slightest harm befall it.
Shen Tanqi understood; Bai Long still believed there was a child in his belly. This White Dragon, who usually took care of the demons without batting an eye, how could he have such a pure and innocent side? Shen Tanqi couldn’t help but laugh and cry, saying, “Even if it’s true, what can you see in just one day?”
This was the downside of ancient times—lack of comprehensive education on physiology. Silly dragon thought that just doing that kind of thing would lead to pregnancy.
Bai Long’s eyelashes drooped, concealing the worry in his eyes. From those eyes alone, Shen Tanqi felt like he could guess the face hidden beneath the mask—a face that would be unrivaled in the world, exceptionally rare.
Reaching out, Shen Tanqi’s fingertips gently touched Bai Long’s mask, exploring the edges delicately. Curiously, he asked in a hushed tone, “Bai Long, why do you wear a mask?”
Hearing this question, Bai Long remained nonchalant, simply stating, “I’m afraid of scaring you because of my appearance.”
Shen Tanqi: Not buying it.
Usually, when people say that, it’s just an attempt to conceal their true face.
At this moment, Shen Tanqi suddenly thought of a year ago when he first entered this world. Due to the overly generous conditions set by the system, he fell into a pool by the pavilion with great joy and sorrow. The person who saved him at that time also concealed his face.
Perhaps Bai Long was a daemon2‘Daemon’ is a supernatural being whose nature is intermediate between that of a god and that of a human being. cultivator under the Rongyun Sect?
“Bai Long,” Shen Tanqi thought it over and couldn’t help but speak up.
Bai Long made a sound in acknowledgment.
“You said you know me. Is it… when I fell into the water at the Lotus Pavilion, was it you who rescued me?” Shen Tanqi fixed his gaze on him and voiced his speculation, “Back then, by the Lotus Pavilion, when I fell into the water, was it you who lent a hand?”
As the words fell, silence enveloped the surroundings, and you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, Bai Long nodded, “Yes.”
He admitted it openly, as if it was a simple matter, unworthy of much mention.
But for Shen Tanqi, Bai Long had already twice saved his life.
Being saved twice in this life was already a deep and significant favor. In ancient times, one might need to repay such a life-saving grace with a lifetime of servitude.
His expression turned serious, and he firmly grasped Bai Long’s hand, saying, “In theory, with such a profound favor, I should offer myself to you. Unfortunately, our body types clash, and I can’t endure it. Do you have any other wishes? Anything I can help you with?”
Bai Long, feeling his hand tightly held, instinctively tried to pull back, but the other person held on even tighter.
“No need,” Bai Long said helplessly, trying to soothe his emotions. “Saving you is a matter of course. Moreover, you’re already pregnant now, and I cannot ask for anything more from you.”
Shen Tanqi was puzzled, “Why are you so certain that I’m pregnant?”
Bai Long explained, “Anyone who has intercourse with a dragon race will, by nature, form a father-son blood bond if there’s a union.” Worried that Shen Tanqi might not understand, Bai Long simply reached out and lightly touched Shen Tanqi’s abdomen, whispering, “When I touch him, I can sense if he’s safe and healthy.”
Shen Tanqi looked at him in disbelief, covering his abdomen as if afraid he might actually feel fetal movements.
Come on, is he a humanoid ultrasound?
Even if it were true, what can he see in just one day? The remnants of last night’s dinner in his stomach?
Seeing that he didn’t believe it, Bai Long didn’t say more. Silently, he brought out bedding from his storage ring and carefully laid them out for Shen Tanqi. His back view resembled that of a virtuous wife who worked diligently and never complained.
His physique was excellent, tall and graceful. Though not particularly robust, he was well-proportioned and had a hint of muscle, especially in his forearms, which were slightly veined. They had exerted considerable strength when he held Shen Tanqi tightly last night. Shen Tanqi couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.
Unexpectedly, as Bai Long turned around, he caught Shen Tanqi’s stealthy gaze.
Caught red-handed, Shen Tanqi coughed lightly and said, “You’ve only made my bed. Where are you going to sleep?”
Bai Long’s eyelashes lowered slightly as he concisely replied, his voice cold, “On the ground.”
The ground was nothing but hard, cold stones—rough and icy. It felt out of place for someone like Bai Long to sleep there.
“That’s really not necessary,” Shen Tanqi instinctively tried to be polite. “Actually, this bed is quite spacious. It should be big enough for both of us. How about we…”
Before he could finish, Bai Long calmly said, “Sure.”
Shen Tanqi suddenly choked, looking at Bai Long in astonishment. He felt a bit awkward, thinking that sleeping together wasn’t a big deal, but he was mainly worried about things getting out of hand.
However, Bai Long had already passed his mating period; he probably wouldn’t do anything, right?
As Shen Tanqi thought about this, he didn’t anticipate that he would be the one to make things awkward.
That night, after settling Little Black, who was seriously injured, and listening to Bai Long’s assurance that demons had extremely strong self-healing abilities and could survive as long as there was a breath, Shen Tanqi was ready to go to sleep.
Climbing onto the bed, he didn’t know how many layers of mattresses were beneath him, but they were soft and comfortable. After lying on the cold stone wall the previous nights, Shen Tanqi didn’t want to get up once he lay down.
He cautiously turned his head and looked over. Bai Long naturally took off his outer robe and casually placed it on the bedside, then lifted the quilt and lay down.
Neither of them spoke, but the air carried a subtle and awkward tension.
Shen Tanqi turned his head, pulled the quilt up to his shoulders, and closed his eyes, facing away from Bai Long.
It’s okay, just two guys innocently sleeping together under a large blanket—what’s the big deal?
The more he consciously avoided thinking about it, the more the faint scent of bamboo coming from Bai Long’s body seemed to intensify. His body strangely grew hotter, and it felt like a tiny flame was flickering at the tip of his heart. It wasn’t intense, but soft and gentle, burning uncomfortably throughout his body, making him restless, as if thousands of ants were crawling over him.
The cave was pitch-black at night, and reaching out, one couldn’t see a thing. The surroundings were so dim that Shen Tanqi felt like he was in hell, being turned and roasted by a few little ghosts over a frying pan, refusing to grant him any relief.
After a while, in the tranquil night, a faint voice came from beside him, “Half an hour.”
Shen Tanqi was so dizzy from the heat that he was confused, unable to hear what Bai Long had said. His throat was dry, and he was desperately thirsty. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, “Bai Long, I think I have a fever. It’s so hot.”
In the dark night, his words seemed particularly rare, prompting a light laughter from the person beside him.
Strangely, even though his head was on the verge of burning out, Shen Tanqi still heard Bai Long’s soft laughter.
Good or bad.
He’s burning like this, why is he still laughing?
Bad dragon.
“I’m not laughing at you.”
Shen Tanqi stared blankly, only then realizing that he thought he was silently complaining in his mind but had actually voiced his thoughts.
Whether it was due to hearing Bai Long’s voice or not, he felt embarrassed and his body grew even hotter. Shen Tanqi struggled to climb off the bed. His limbs were weak, and he stumbled as he tried to walk outside the cave for some fresh air, but Bai Long reached out and pulled him back.
“Shen Tanqi.” Bai Long somewhat helplessly tucked him back into bed, gently brushing away the wet strands of ink-black hair plastered to his forehead. “It’s the dependency period for a dragon pregnancy. In the months before giving birth, it happens every day.”
Dragon pregnancy?
What dragon pregnancy? He’s not pregnant; he doesn’t believe in this nonsense.
Bai Long chuckled again, as if softening Shen Tanqi, who was showing his stubborn side like a child. Leaning over to Shen Tanqi’s ear, his cool breath sprayed on the earlobe, and his gaze slightly deepened as he coaxed in a low voice, “If you don’t believe it, why are you holding onto me so tightly?”
Only then did Shen Tanqi suddenly realize that his hand was tightly gripping Bai Long’s collar, like a thirsty lamb holding onto the tantalizing clear water before him.
“I…” Shen Tanqi gritted his teeth, forcing himself to push Bai Long away with strong will. “I’m not pregnant, I’m not.”
Bai Long, pushed away by him, looked a bit puzzled.
Clearly, the dependency period had already started. At such times, wouldn’t it be better to just vent directly?
Is he still repulsed by his daemonic identity?
With this in mind, Bai Long stared at Shen Tanqi’s back for a long time, calmly composed himself, and no longer made a move to stop him.
After a while, Shen Tanqi was burning fiercely. Forget climbing out of the cave; even getting off the bed was difficult. He clenched his teeth, tightened his fists bit by bit, and moved toward the cave entrance with great effort.
As long as… as long as he can reach that place…
Just as he was about to step out of the cave, he failed to notice that beneath his feet, Little Black, who was sleeping soundly due to severe injuries, was right there. With a snap, he accidentally stepped on Little Black’s tail, and at the same time, his whole body couldn’t support itself. His legs gave way, and Shen Tanqi knelt and fell to the ground.
Alongside his fall, a loud wail echoed through the cave.
“Who the hell steps on me in the middle of the night and doesn’t let me sleep?”
Hearing the commotion, Bai Long furrowed his brows and immediately got up from the bed. Just as he was about to reach out to help Shen Tanqi, he heard him, seemingly distressed and uncomfortable. Tugging at his sleeve, swaying slightly, and with a faintly teary tone, his voice soft, he said, “Touch me.”
He froze instantly, momentarily thinking he had misheard.
Shen Tanqi’s breath was hot, his fingertips trembling delicately like pure jade in the moonlight. There seemed to be a unique, sweet fragrance of pregnancy emanating from him, enveloping them in an ambiguous and overly sweet aroma. Clinging to Bai Long’s shoulder, his eyes were moist, urgently pressing closer.
“Bai Long, touch me.”
“Hurry, touch me, alright?”
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