Dyed in a shade of pink.
White Dew was dazed for a moment, then understood Jiang Huai’s meaning. Her already crimson cheeks instantly felt like they were on fire, and even her neck
She widened her eyes in shame and anger, but because her Dragon Horn was restrained, her body was powerless to resist. She could only let out a muffled whimper from her throat, unclear if it was a protest or something else.
Jiang Huai was in no hurry, lingering smoothly, waiting for White Dew’s surrender.
Finally, her will to resist dissolved. White Dew only let out another longer, softer whimper from her throat, and her tense body completely relaxed.
This well-behaved obedience made Jiang Huai very surprised.
Surrendering already? It was a bit too easy.
Recalling Su Yingman’s fiery passion and Qin Qingyue’s overbearing possessiveness, which one of them didn’t want to pin him beneath them and make him lose himself?
Even the most docile Chi Lian would inevitably, in the heat of passion, excitedly squeeze his neck to vent her overflowing emotions.
Only the White Dew before him, who was usually cold and aloof—the Dragon Clan Chief holding the power of life and death over her clan—now showed an unexpected, almost pure obedience and submissiveness, a completely different person from her usual self.
A burst of piercing cold air quietly spread. In the open space beside the Bed of Soft Jade, an Ice Mirror, smooth as a mirror with fine ice crystals condensed on its edges, formed out of thin air.
The mirror surface was incredibly clear, showing every detail, perfectly reflecting the scene atop the Bed of Soft Jade.
White Dew was forced to lift her misty eyes and happened to see herself in the mirror.
That face which usually maintained a cold Mianju and inspired awe in her clansmen was now covered in a moving red glow. Her eyes were vacant and blurred, as if covered by a layer of mist.
She was lying prone in a posture of near-prostration and submission amidst the bright red Brocade Quilt. Those flawless white Dragon Horns, symbols of nobility and power, were being held firmly in Jiang Huai’s hands with a playful air.
She couldn’t muster the slightest strength to resist, or rather, deep in her heart, she was secretly looking forward to maintaining this posture.
Even that white Dragon Tail was now incredibly docile, even wrapping around Jiang Huai’s forearm with a hint of ingratiation, making it easy for him to play with the delicate, cool Dragon Scales at will.
‘How did it turn into this? Is this look still me?’
‘Did I actually like this feeling?’ White Dew gazed at herself in the mirror—her black hair disheveled, her eyes so seductive they could almost drip water—her mind in chaos.
‘The Dragon Clan’s Desire Period is really annoying.’ She silently added in her heart, trying to attribute this abnormal indulgence to racial instinct.
“You’re so obedient.” Jiang Huai leaned down.
“Look at yourself. Look at what you look like now.”
White Dew lightly bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her voice tiny:
“I’m being obedient and you still won’t give it to me…”
She twisted her slender waist uncomfortably.
Unfortunately, the “shackles” on her head prevented her from getting her way. The distance Jiang Huai deliberately maintained made her feel as if she were scratching an itch through a boot—the fire in her heart was raging, but there was nowhere to vent it.
“You treated me like that before…” Jiang Huai leaned closer, his lips almost brushing the tip of her ear, bringing up the past.
“I’m going to settle this score with you properly.”
“Mhm…” White Dew turned her head, looking at Jiang Huai with those glistening, resentful eyes. She hadn’t expected him to bring up old scores at a time like this.
“Then how do you plan to punish me?” She gave up all struggle, her voice carrying a hint of submissiveness.
“What do you think?” Jiang Huai countered with a question, intent on teasing her.
He only meant it as a joke, wanting to see more reactions from this cold beauty, but he didn’t expect her to actually seriously consider the content of the “punishment.”
If it were Qin Qingyue, hearing this, let alone accepting punishment, she would have long ago turned the tables and used some even more “excessive” means to “punish” him.
Not putting some “little accessories” she liked around his neck would count as her being merciful that day.
White Dew’s heart was clearly undergoing a fierce internal battle. Struggle, shame, and a sense of “giving up” flashed alternately in her ice-blue eyes.
Finally, she像是 made a decision, her voice so low it was almost inaudible:
“Let go of my Dragon Horn first.”
Jiang Huai complied and released his grip on the pair of white Dragon Horns.
As soon as the restraint was gone, White Dew was like a slippery fish, quickly breaking free from beneath him and curling up in the corner of the bed, covering her body slightly with the Brocade Quilt.
Having just gained her freedom, she seemed to instantly regain a bit of her usual state. Her beautiful eyes, filled with shame and anger, glared fiercely at Jiang Huai as if accusing him of his “evil deeds.”
She stared at him for a while, her chest rising and falling slightly.
But this forced momentum didn’t last long.
Behind her, that white Dragon Tail swayed uneasily, the tip curling slightly, appearing hesitant and nervous.
Finally, she hesitated for a moment and actually lowered her head gently, using her pearly teeth to carefully bite the tip of her own slender Dragon Tail.
Then, trembling, she crawled to Jiang Huai’s side and handed it into his hand.
Jiang Huai took the Dragon Tail with its cool, delicate Dragon Scales, feeling slightly confused and not understanding what she meant by this.
Then, under his surprised gaze, White Dew turned her body tremblingly, her back to him. In an incredibly well-behaved, almost submissive posture, she lay prone again on the bright red Brocade Quilt, exposing her defenseless back to him.
She buried her burning cheeks deep into the soft pillow and let out a murmur:
“Punish me. Let it be the price for my mistake.”
She paused, as if to maintain the last bit of her crumbling self-esteem, and suddenly turned her head. Her voice rose slightly, carrying a hint of bluffing:
“Only this once! I only made a mistake that one time!”
“And… and I’ve already married you!”
“I’m warning you! I won’t be like this every time! I, White Dew, am not that kind of person!”
Jiang Huai looked at her adorable appearance—clearly dying of shame but still trying to act tough—with more affection than anything else in his heart.
He lightly squeezed the slightly trembling Dragon Tail in his hand and asked deliberately:
“Then tell me, how many hits should count as punishment?”
White Dew’s entire skin was turning pink. She buried her face again and whispered in a muffled voice:
“—… A hundred times? That should be enough.”
A Great Ascension Stage Cultivator—could she not handle a hundred hits? It was just a symbolic gesture.
“A hundred times?” Jiang Huai raised an eyebrow.
“I think you won’t even last ten.”
“Nonsense! How could I be so weak…” she instinctively retorted, trying to maintain her dignity as the Dragon Clan Chief and a Great Ascension Stage Cultivator.
Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Huai had already raised his hand and given a light slap.
“Smack!”
The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet bridal chamber.
“Ugh!” White Dew couldn’t help but let out a short, sweet whimper. Her body suddenly arched upward like a fish out of water, then slumped down weakly. Her slender legs trembled uncontrollably, and even her pale toes curled up.
“See.” Jiang Huai set down the Dragon Tail, which had become even hotter, his tone teasing.
“You didn’t even last one.”
He leaned down and wickedly reminded her in her ear:
“By that count, you still owe me ninety-nine more.” “Remember to pay them back next time.”
White Dew’s beautiful eyes welled with a thin layer of mist. Her delicate body lay completely limp on the bright red mattress, her legs still trembling slightly, her voice carrying a sob and an unbelievable softness:
“No… it’s not like that.”
“What do you think Jiang Zhun is doing right now?” Zhu Siyao was the first to break the silence, asking in a low voice.
She rolled over to face her sisters on the inner side of the bed.
The Bed of Soft Jade in the Master Bedroom was wide enough. At this moment, Su Yingman, Tang Zhaoxue, Zhu Siyao, and Chi Lian were squeezed together, sharing a Brocade Quilt.
Without Qin Qingyue, it felt like a mountain had been lifted from their heads, and the relationship between them actually seemed much more harmonious and intimate.
“What else could he be doing?” Su Yingman, on the outermost side, turned over, her arm naturally and lightly wrapping around Zhu Siyao’s waist. Her voice carried a hint of laziness and knowing.
“He’s making love with White Dew.”
“Why is she so overbearing? Just pulling him away like that!” Zhu Siyao turned her head, her tone full of obvious complaints and sourness.
“If the Main Wife were still here, how could she be so arrogant?”
She was indeed indignant.
Originally, after Su Yingman’s injuries healed and she obtained the Chaos Dao Platform, it should have been her turn to improve her Innate Talent and get a step closer to Jiang Huai, right?
Instead, White Dew had appeared out of nowhere and snatched him away!
Su Yingman sighed helplessly:
“There’s nothing we can do. Who told her to be at the Great Ascension Stage? We might even have to rely on her for protection in the future.” She changed the subject, her tone gaining confidence:
“However, with the help of the Chaos Dao Platform, I feel the bottleneck that has troubled me for a long time loosening.” “Once I break through, even if I can’t be on equal footing with her, at least as someone at the Great Ascension, I won’t have to rely on her for everything.”
“Sister, I knew from the start you were no ordinary person!” Zhu Siyao immediately behaved, leaning her back against Su Yingman like a kitten and hurriedly offering flattering words.
Su Yingman looked at the pretty face before her, almost identical to Zhuxin’s, and hearing this flattery so different from her Mother’s personality, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.
“Your mouth is certainly much sweeter than your Mother’s.”
Tang Zhaoxue, who was sandwiched in the middle, suddenly chimed in:
“Could Jiang Huai be getting bullied by the White Clan Leader? Should we go and take a look?”
Su Yingman gave her an annoyed look:
“You… do you just want to go see? I don’t even know what to say to you.”
Chi Lian, who was sleeping on the innermost side wearing light gauze that couldn’t hide her voluptuous and mature figure, shook her head seriously upon hearing this and corrected:
“The Dragon Race is different.”
“Specifically how it goes depends on what kind of Yuq Period the White Clan Leader is in.”
“Dragons are different from each other.”
Zhu Siyao’s envious gaze fell on the stunning curve formed by Chi Lian’s magnificent bosom and slender waist. She couldn’t resist reaching out across Tang Zhaoxue in the middle and giving those soft peaks a light squeeze, lamenting:
“I’m so jealous of you. Why do I feel like I haven’t fully developed yet?”
They were clearly similar in age—she might even be slightly older than Chi Lian—but the difference in their figures was truly enviable.
The Innate Talent of the Red Dragon Clan was indeed terrifyingly formidable.
“White Dew has a cold face every day, looking like everyone owes her Spirit Stones. What kind of Yuq Period could she possibly have?” Zhu Siyao continued to complain.
“It must be the bullying kind! She wouldn’t have frozen Jiang Huai, would she?”
She imagined some rather unharmonious scenes.
Chi Lian’s pretty face flushed slightly. She slapped away the hand that wanted to cause more mischief, shrank further inside, and whispered:
“A Dragon cannot be judged by its appearance, just as the sea cannot be measured with a cup.”
“Though she looks cold, the White Dragon Clan is just like that; it has nothing to do with the Yuq Period.” “Then what is your Yuq Period like?” Zhu Siyao asked curiously.
Chi Lian immediately stopped talking and turned her body, leaving only her back and clearly reddened ears to the group. Her voice was weak:
“It’s not good to talk about this…”
Tang Zhaoxue suddenly chimed in again, her thoughts jumping as she asked:
“Does this mean only the Azure Dragon and Yellow Dragon clans are left before the Five Great Dragon Clans are all gathered?” Everyone fell into silence for a moment.
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