“You’re Not Allowed to Touch Me!” (4)
It always felt like… it wasn’t supposed to be this way.
The speed of magic absorption in his body was the same as Shi An had expected and nearly one-third of it had been carried out. Although there were many residuals, the progress of this strength recovery had been much faster than when he burned the magical creature.
Shi An absorbed the magic power earnestly.
At this time, the feeling of fire burning rose again without warning.
It was as if some small platform had loosened and a strange and treacherous heat seeped from it.
Shi An frowned and curled himself up a little tighter with some difficulty.
He hoped this strange feeling would disappear automatically like in the previous days. But unexpectedly, this feeling did not fade over time, but it seemed like it was piling up in his body, gradually growing little by little.
It felt… a little dangerous.
Mu Heng found that the little dragon in his arms suddenly began to stir up.
Although it tightly closed its eyes, the wings behind it began to open and close frequently, its body curled up a little tighter and the tip of its thin tail swung often.
The tips of the dragon’s claws unconsciously tugged at Mu Heng’s clothes, bringing a faint trace of pain through the thin fabric.
Mu Heng lowered his head and subconsciously raised his hand to hold the dragon to prevent it from falling out of his arms.
After doing this action, he faintly froze.
This was the first time he had actively touched the dragon in the past few days.
The scales under the palm of his hand were cold and smooth. Compared to the last touch, the smaller dragon was softer to the touch than when the other side was a standard size. Although the scales attached to the outside were still stiff, he could distinctly feel the soft and rigid little body under the scales.
The little dragon naturally snuggled up to it as if feeling the warmth of a human hand.
It unconsciously rubbed its head against the other’s chest, shivering slightly, and continued approaching in the direction where the warmth came from.
Mu Heng pursed his lips, pressing his stiff spine against the wall behind him.
He could feel that the tiny silver dragon was instinctively burrowing toward his arms, almost as if…
As if hoping to be touched.
Strange, it was the first time…
Why would he have a familiar feeling of it… that strange closeness seemed deep in the soul and instincts, causing Mu Heng to feel resistance instinctively.
Mu Heng frowned slightly and slowly pressed his fingertips on the other party’s protruding ridges.
It was the first time he touched the dragon in his arms and he did so tentatively and hesitantly, without any other emotions.
This was the first time he touched and explored the physiology of a species that had disappeared from the entire continent for 10,000 years, at such a close distance and in such an unusual way.
The scales at the back of the dragon’s spine were the toughest and Mu Heng could perceive the formidable power within them even just by touching them.
Then came the wings.
The dragon’s wings were supported by solid bones that could cover the entire body after unfolding, the bones were covered with a thin film, soft and tough, like a delicate and thin silk ribbon, and the scales on them were also the most delicate like some soft metal, shining with an icy luster.
–Mu Heng had felt the strength of the scales pretty clearly.
Even his maximum magic-power-condensed blade could not pierce through them and be easily broken.
He could not slay the dragon if he could not penetrate the scale armor.
Mu Heng’s mind was clear and calm.
He ran his fingertips along the dragon’s spine, looking for any possible weak points.
Unfortunately, there was none.
The dragon scales were like thick and tight armor, covering the dragon’s body completely, leaving not a single gap that the enemy could seize.
It was worthy of the fantasy species that once roamed the continent and dominated the top of the food chain many years ago.
Mu Heng’s brows were furrowed in contemplation.
Unknowingly, his fingers brushed the dragon’s long silver-white tail.
He had touched it once before, but for a very short time and the dragon did not curl up in his arms obediently for him as he did now.
When Mu Heng’s finger landed on the dragon’s tail, the silvery white dragon suddenly shuddered.
It fiercely glared, with a fire burning in the depths of its red-gold vertical pupils, narrow pupils shrinking into a slit, looking shocked and angry.
Shi An fiercely turned around and viciously bit the tip of Mu Heng’s finger.
Rice grain-sized teeth embedded deeply in the other’s skin. Although the dragon’s teeth were very sharp, because of the size difference, the wound left was not significant, just deep.
The bright red blood oozed out of the wound and dripped down.
The human’s blood was hot and red, dampening the fabric beneath in a flash.
“Human, how audacious of you!” The dragon gritted its teeth and said, “You’re not allowed to touch me!”
Mu Heng didn’t move a muscle and let him bite.
He dropped his eyes, long silver-white eyelashes imprinted deep shadows on his face and his blue eyes were cold, without any shade.
“According to my guess, your healing is related to touch, am I right?” he said in a calm, low voice.
These days, Mu Heng has been thinking about this question. Although not entirely sure, now at the moment, it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation.
— Skin to skin with one’s nemesis.
What an unconventional and bizarre method of healing.
The little dragon was slightly stunned and subconsciously loosened his clenched teeth.
Mu Heng pulled his fingers out of the other’s mouth and slowly and methodically wiped away the blood.
His voice was not much different from before, only slightly lower. “Haven’t I said it before?”
The next second, the man’s burning palm lightly covered the dragon’s spine and the temperature from the human instantly scalded Shi An to a shiver. A part of his body wanted to get closer while the other parts tugged at him in an attempt to escape.
Mu Heng’s brow line was deep and his eyes were hidden in the shadows, looking distant and indifferent.
His voice was the same.
Low, calm, moral, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
“No need to waste any more time.”
He pinched Shi An’s wings and stroked down the little dragon’s spine, rubbing his fingertips against the other’s belly.
Shi An froze from head to claw, his pupils dilated and turned round as if in shock.
Mu Heng asked softly, “The faster it’s finished, the better it is. Isn’t that right?”
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The author has something to say.
Bah! You just want an excuse to fondle the dragon!
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