In the sweltering heat of the cave, Yan Zhen rested his head on Long Ying’s long, supple legs, passively accepting her kiss of Qi Transmission.
Now restored to her mature, alluring form, Long Ying leaned over him, her hands gently cradling his chin and the top of his head as she kissed him lightly.
Across both her past and present lives, this was her very first kiss. She had never even glanced at any related books, making her truly a blank slate—no knowledge of seduction, exploration, or teasing. She simply held Yan Zhen’s lips clumsily between hers, licking tentatively at the corners of his mouth.
She was terribly nervous, wracked with guilt—like a good child caught doing something naughty.
Yet at the same time, she brimmed with joy and bliss, just like a puppy finally getting its paws on some meat.
In her previous life, she and Yan Zhen had started out as close friends, surviving life-and-death trials together until they became sworn brothers. Unbeknownst to her at first, those feelings had quietly evolved into romance, leaving Long Ying utterly at a loss.
She had worked desperately to bury those emotions, unwilling to let them drive a wedge between them.
Watching his two elder sisters wed him in grand ceremony had filled her with envy.
But Long Ying knew better. Yan Zhen saw her only as a little sister in need of care—he could never develop romantic feelings for her. Their bond had always lacked even a hint of flirtation. And now, as the chief of the Dragon God Clan, she couldn’t simply marry the Flame Emperor the way Sister Xunyi had.
Her long-suppressed affections had leaked out just a little, and now she found herself unable to hold back.
After passing on a breath of qi, Long Ying released his lips and lifted her head. Crimson flush painted her beautiful face, and her lovely eyes reflected Yan Zhen’s features, brimming with tenderness.
“Yan Zhen Zhen, don’t worry—you’ll be fine soon.”
Even in her mature form, her voice retained a childish lilt, though the babyish milkiness had faded.
Yan Zhen’s emotions were a tangled mix. He had been waiting for her Dragon Blood, only to end up with a mouthful of dragon saliva instead.
Saliva from a dragon was treasure in its own right, no doubt, but its effects were worlds apart from her blood.
Moreover, the way Long Ying had transmitted her qi felt suspiciously like she was taking advantage of him.
—That said, his body was growing hotter. The power of the Yang Flame Spiritual Milk was starting to spread.
“Yan Zhen Zhen’s body is glowing now. It must be the Spirit Milk taking effect.” Long Ying touched his cheek. “You’re burning up. I… I’ll help you cool down, Yan Zhen Zhen.”
With that, her small face flushing red, she undid his belt and flung open his robes wide.
The Yang Pole Secret Realm was scorching enough on its own, so everyone who entered—including Yan Zhen—wore only light summer garb.
Now, his chest lay fully exposed.
“Yan Zhen Zhen, your pecs are so nice. Hehe, let me touch…”
“…”
A pair of soft, boneless hands roamed across his chest, her silky tresses brushing teasingly against him with every movement. A strange sensation stirred in Yan Zhen’s heart, and his body reacted involuntarily.
—Was Long Ying starting to act really off?!
She was supposed to be nothing more than an innocent Rice Bucket Loli. Sure, she had shifted to her mature form, but that shouldn’t change her mindset, right?
If she saw his pecs, she’d probably say they “looked yummy” or something… Er, actually, that might be even weirder. Or the other way around.
In any case, the real Long Ying was far more levelheaded than the version from the script.
Yan Zhen mulled it over and decided to play along for now. But then he heard her murmur:
“Yan Zhen Zhen, you’re sweating so much—you must be thirsty. But I didn’t bring any water in. What should we do?”
As she spoke, Yan Zhen did feel parched. He hadn’t had a drop to drink since starting his hunt for Fire Crystal Ore, and the constant high temperatures had left him drenched in sweat. He definitely needed some hydration.
—I have water. It’s in my storage ring. Just grab it and feed me.
Yan Zhen prayed silently that she’d catch on.
But moments later, his lips were claimed once more. A flood of sweet dragon saliva poured into his dry mouth, bringing instant relief.
Even pretending to be unconscious, Yan Zhen couldn’t help but swallow.
It was quite a while before Long Ying pulled back, gasping for breath. Her eyes gleamed with moist luster as she covered her mouth with a small hand. A tingling numbness danced on the tip of her tongue, almost unbearable.
She had accidentally brushed it against his just now, igniting a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Long Ying gazed down at him, an intense urge surging within her, compelling her to go again.
“Yan Zhen Zhen, I… I’ll feed you some more water. It’s definitely not because I want to kiss you~~~”
With that, she leaned down once more and pressed her lips to his with a soft smack.
This time, she tentatively extended her little tongue, seeking deeper contact with his.
“…”
—In the script, he was supposed to be the Dragon Knight, claiming her as his mount. How had things flipped so that she was the Dragon Knight now, while he lay there helpless like some little dragon boy?
Yan Zhen desperately wanted to open his eyes and declare himself awake. Long Ying was pushing boundaries fast—tongues already? He didn’t dare imagine what might come next.
—But still no Dragon Blood… Fine. It seemed she had no intention of giving him that. He’d just have to rely on the Yang Flame Spiritual Milk and her saliva to push through to his breakthrough.
The kiss didn’t last long before Long Ying broke away, panting with her pink tongue lolling out like a puppy’s, her face awash in the flush of arousal.
Yan Zhen was just about to “wake up” when he heard her say softly:
“Sleep well, Yan Zhen Zhen. I’ll stay right here with you.”
She stroked his head as she spoke, just as he often did for her.
Yan Zhen fell silent. With her no longer teasing him, he could focus on refining the medicinal power and breaking through to Six-Star Mystic Master in peace.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed. When he finally emerged from his cultivation trance, he realized his head was no longer pillowed on Long Ying’s thigh but on her arm instead.
She lay beside him now, her right arm tucked under his head like a pillow. Her left arm hugged his waist tightly, her ample bosom—which rivaled Yun Xiu’s—pressing firmly against his arm. One of her legs draped over his body.
All in all, her sleeping posture was atrocious.
Yan Zhen abandoned any thought of getting up. He opened his eyes to find the System Interface plastered right in his face, announcing that the task was complete. He claimed the reward without hesitation.
【Special Trump Card · Dragon Knight: When activated, forcibly conscript a member of the Dragon Clan as a mount for a limited time. Successfully riding a dragon grants the host a minor power boost.】
“Useless card…”
Once they got back, he’d just trick Long Ying into shifting to her dragon form and letting him ride. What did he need this for?
Yan Zhen dismissed the System Interface and turned to look at Long Ying.
She smacked her lips, murmuring in her sleep:
“Yan Zhen Zhen… like… kiss~”
Yan Zhen frowned. He wasn’t made of wood. From the way Long Ying acted around him, it was clear she harbored real feelings—romantic ones, at that.
—How could this be?
Earlier, she had mentioned something about her past life… Even before hatching from her egg, she had specifically asked to see “Yan Zhen Zhen.”
—Could Long Ying be a Reincarnator too, just like Zi Xunyi and Cai Lian?
It was almost too outrageous to contemplate, and yet all the signs pointed that way.
But why were they Reincarnators? Because they were all part of the God Race?
Zi Xunyi hailed from the Heavenly God Clan, Long Ying from the Dragon God Clan, and Cai Lian from a branch of the Snake God Clan.
But his beautiful master was part of the God Race too. So why hadn’t she reincarnated?
Yan Zhen felt a wave of frustration wash over him.
