The Evil Dragon was a profoundly mysterious being, one that would leave countless biologists slack-jawed in astonishment.
She belonged to neither the oviparous nor the mammalian class, yet she needed to lay eggs and nurse her young—a complete defiance of all biological norms, no matter how you sliced it.
Xuefei had a fairly reliable explanation for it.
The Evil Dragon’s growth demanded an immense amount of nutrition, and the essence from dragon milk and dragon eggs could barely be called the most potent “supplements” in the biological world.
Even a dragon’s tears could be forged into a legacy magic weapon. As for dragon milk…
Only Leia truly knew what it tasted like.
“Leia, our daughter—look…”
Leia clasped her hand, and together they watched as the eggshell, wrapped in shimmering dragon scales, began to crack from within, bit by bit being pushed apart. The “thump-thump” sounds grew louder and more insistent. First, a small, well-formed dragon horn burst through the shell, only to gently retract before launching into a second assault. Xuefei’s heart itched unbearably; she wanted to help their daughter break free from the egg. But Leia swiftly shattered that impractical notion.
Minutes passed—or perhaps half a century; Xuefei couldn’t tell. She swallowed hard, again and again, cheering their daughter on from the depths of her heart.
Her nose tingled with emotion.
At last, the final piece of shell shattered. A silver-haired little dragon girl emerged, naked and blinking curiously at the world around her. She let out a soft, kitten-like mewl, calling for her mother to scoop her up.
“Good girl, my precious daughter~”
Xuefei beamed like a fool as she cradled her close.
She felt just like a living hot water bottle…
It wasn’t only love for this blood-bound child—it was also relief at the end of the grueling incubation.
Today, she had achieved her dream: holding her first daughter in her arms.
Her delicate frame trembled faintly as she drowned in the joy of motherhood. In that moment, she felt like the happiest woman in the world.
“Leia, look—our baby~”
“Mm, she’s Little Xuefei’s child… and ours,” Leia said, kneeling on the cushion. She reached out to stroke Xuefei’s cheek and the baby’s tiny tail. The little one let out an “awoo,” tilting her head as if everything around her was endlessly fascinating.
At the same time, Xuefei could no longer hold back her tears. Choking up, she said to Leia, “So… you’re really going to take responsibility, right?”
It was as if anything less than a perfect answer would unleash a volcanic eruption of sobs that echoed through the entire Dragon Nest.
“I will. I’m not leaving Xuefei—I’ll be with you every day.”
“You promised. No take-backs, okay?”
“Awoo~” The little dragon girl chimed in with her approval. Having developed safely inside the dragon egg, she already bore the hallmarks of the Dragon Clan: deep purple scales covering her body, a tail, wings, and pupils like crimson emeralds… Though still in her immature, tender state, she exuded an extraordinary demonic aura.
Leia slipped her hand into Xuefei’s embrace—not to touch the child or tease Xuefei, but to gently caress the swell of her little belly.
“You bad guy…” Xuefei shook her head, her eyes brimming with grievance. It was hard to imagine she had once been such a dashing, high-spirited male. Of course, all that was gone now, vanished like a dream she could no longer even recall.
These days, all she could do was cradle her ever-growing belly, tears in her eyes, creating more adorable little dragon girls.
Just like she was doing right now.
“Xuefei’s job is to take good care of the baby. My job is to watch over Xuefei.”
“So you’re just doing this to make me… Hmph, now I can’t leave you. You’re such a bad egg, Leia—worse than anyone! Rotten to the core!”
“As the saying goes, parents are true love, and kids are the surprise~ Don’t you like me anymore, Xuefei?”
“Hmph, I’ll just focus on the baby, you silver-tongued fool of a Leia.”
Xuefei turned away, hugging their daughter close.
As if she didn’t like her—that was a lie.
Leia had saved her life and forgiven her past. Sure, Leia’s initial actions had been infuriating, but that was all behind them. People grew, and dragons grew too. Besides, Leia wasn’t some irredeemable villain. As much as Xuefei hated to admit it, now that the child was born, life had to go on…
“Hee hee~”
Seeing Leia’s mischievous grin, Xuefei realized she was no longer that domineering Evil Dragon. She had become a proper dragon wife, one who respected her.
“Don’t be mad, Xuefei. I made you some ginger dragon milk myself~”
“Fine… you’re forgiven this time.”
Xuefei turned around bashfully and opened her mouth to accept the spoonful of fragrant, sweet dessert that Leia offered her. It turned out that even before Xuefei had woken up, Leia had already anticipated this day and made all the proper preparations.
The Dragon Baby lay in a cute little gray cradle as Leia helped the frail Xuefei—who had been weakened by her pregnancy—to sit up. She gently scooped up a layer of the white cream with a porcelain spoon and fed it into Xuefei’s mouth.
Ever since laying the Dragon Egg, Xuefei had developed a real sweet tooth, hadn’t she?
A strong desire for control brought with it a thorough understanding.
But Xuefei fell short in that regard.
Unable to quite balance her emotions, Xuefei shook her head and suddenly asked…
“What does Leia like?”
She let this spoonful sit undevoured on her tongue.
More than the fleeting sweetness, she wanted to resolve the doubts weighing on her heart.
She had known Leia for so long, yet she was still as blunt as ever—a total straight girl with no finesse whatsoever. She had passively accepted Leia’s affection but never truly reciprocated with any real initiative of her own…
And this question of hers was just as “straightforward”—blunt to a fault.
Did you really need to ask someone outright what they liked?
“Oh?”
“I like Xuefei, of course~”
As expected, that was Leia’s answer…
She was the type of girl who gave silently, never one to be overly direct.
It was just that her excessive need for control masked her true personality, making her seem more like a domineering demoness.
Was it that Xuefei didn’t like her enough? No—it was simply that Xuefei was too dense.
Besides, to know oneself and one’s ally was to win a hundred battles without defeat~
She had to find every possible way to learn Leia’s interests. It couldn’t just stop at the basics: Leia preferred her meats lightly seasoned and minimally processed at every meal; she disliked tomatoes; she slept on her side; she liked hugging something while she slept; she favored black evening gowns; she hated loud reds and greens; she didn’t mind when the Dragon Baby’s little horns poked her skin…
Wait a second?
She really did need to understand Leia on a deeper level.
What she knew so far simply wasn’t enough.
“What should we name the Dragon Baby?”
“Let’s go with the one we decided on.”
“Which one? You come up with forty-nine new names every single day—I can’t keep track…”
“Tilly,” Leia said. “Isn’t that a nice name?”
