Upon hearing this, Ao Yao’s interest immediately piqued. Her emerald green eyes instantly lit up like two little lanterns.
She sat up straight, her two lower legs swinging under her skirt even more vigorously. She immediately said, her voice clear:
“I guess it’s Cang Jing!”
As she said this, she puffed out her chest, looking smug as if she was definitely right.
Jiang Huai blinked, looking at her, and couldn’t help asking:
“Are you so sure?”
He paused, then suddenly tapped Ao Yao on the head.
“Then I’ll guess Cang Po.”
Ao Yao covered her head, glaring at him angrily.
“You hit me again!”
Footsteps sounded. The footsteps were cheerful and light, bouncing and hopping from far to near.
Each step carried a joyful rhythm; just from the sound, one could imagine the hem of her skirt flipping as she walked.
The door was pushed open. A bright yellow figure flashed in.
The visitor wore a well-fitted bright yellow long dress that clung to her body, outlining the Yellow Dragon Clan’s unique athletic figure—shoulders broad but not wide, waist thin and strong, limbs long, every inch of line containing explosive power.
Curves belonging to a Body Cultivator, full of wild beauty.
Her steps were cheerful; she almost bounced in.
A smile hung on her face, her brows and eyes curved, the corners of her mouth lifted high, revealing neat white teeth.
The yellow dragon tail behind her swayed gently, symbolizing anticipation.
Anyone who knew the two sisters’ personalities would know from the steps and smile that the visitor was Cang Ling.
“How was it? Did you sleep well last night?”
A flicker of mischief flashed in Cang Ling’s eyes, gone in a moment.
She stepped forward a few paces, walked to the bedside, leaned in close to Jiang Huai, the smile on her bright face deepening.
She paused, her gaze lightly drifting to Ao Yao.
But she said nothing. She just withdrew her gaze and continued looking at Jiang Huai with a beaming smile.
Ao Yao’s eyes widened. She muttered:
“That’s not it… how did I guess wrong…”
She patted her chest, her small palm gently tapping twice, with a sense of relief;
“Good thing there was no bet…”
No bet means it’s not a gamble! The corner of Jiang Huai’s mouth twitched.
He pointed at his own arm, the gesture helpless and funny:
“Do you think I slept well with this?”
It could be seen that the upper arm was crisscrossed with traces of dragon claws.
Rows of faint red marks spread from the wrist to the elbow, dense and numerous.
Those marks were not deep, just faint imprints, but the sheer number was enough to imagine what happened last night.
Even more exaggerated were a few tiny pale yellow scales clinging tightly to the skin, glistening softly in the sunlight.
Those scales were tiny, thin as cicada wings.
I wonder if Cang Jing left them deliberately.
No, Jiang Huai was almost certain that this was Cang Jing’s perverse sense of humor.
He wasn’t dealing with the Dragon Race for the first time.
It could even be said that no one had more dealings with the Dragon Race than him.
But he had never seen them leave scales on his body before.
First time! Cang Ling looked at the marks and smiled.
That smile carried a hint of helplessness, a hint of doting, and an indescribable emotion.
She reached out and gently stroked the marks on Jiang Huai’s arm:
“That’s just how my sister is.”
“I’ll talk to her later, don’t mind it.”
“I certainly won’t be like that.”
She said it casually, as if it were just ordinary chitchat.
Jiang Huai glanced sideways at her and suddenly asked:
“Why did you come alone today?”
Cang Ling shrugged, the movement casual and natural:
“I couldn’t find her when I got up this morning, and I don’t know where she ran off to.”
She paused, the corner of her mouth curving into a helpless arc:
“Maybe she’s too embarrassed to see me.”
Jiang Huai paused. He quickly asked, a hint of surprise in his tone:
“Why would she be embarrassed to see you? Aren’t you two one?”
He had always thought the sisters were inseparable.
From childhood to adulthood, they grew up together, cultivated together, fought together, and even shared the same sense of touch.
How could two such people ever be ‘too embarrassed to see each other’? Is it possible to be embarrassed to meet?
“Where is she? By all rights, you should know, right?”
Jiang Huai asked again. Cang Ling shrugged, a trace of helplessness appearing on her bright face.
She walked to the window, sunlight falling on her, enveloping her entire figure in a soft halo.
She tilted her head slightly, looking out the window, her voice softening:
“We share the same sense of touch, but not everything is the same.”
“As for where she is, I don’t actually know.”
She paused, turned back to look at Jiang Huai, a complex look in her eyes:
“But it’s within expectations.”
“She’s always been a bit avoidant about this issue.”
“It’s gotten to the point where every night… hmm…”
Cang Ling said, her face slightly reddening, yet she still spoke openly:
“She even scolds me for self-gratification.”
She said this and suddenly laughed, the smile carrying a hint of triumph;
“Now that I’ve married you, she probably can’t say anything.”
Jiang Huai couldn’t help but crack a smile.
He looked at the smiling woman before him, then thought of the silent and taciturn Cang Jing from last night.
The personalities of these two sisters were truly worlds apart.
Cang Ling was cheerful and lively, saying whatever she wanted.
Cang Jing was calm and reserved, keeping everything bottled up inside.
Two such people, sharing the same sense of touch…
Especially those private matters, every time they would be known by the other.
Especially for sisters with such different personalities, this was naturally not so easy to accept.
Jiang Huai could imagine, when Cang Ling was ‘self-gratifying’ at night, Cang Jing in the next room was simultaneously feeling everything.
She wanted to stop it, but couldn’t. She wanted to pretend not to know, but her body couldn’t lie.
Over time, that awkwardness, that helplessness, that indescribable feeling…
In another room. Cang Jing was alone. She stood by the window, sunlight slanting in from outside, falling on her.
She wore a plain moon-white robe, a stark contrast to Cang Ling’s bright yellow.
She stood with her arms crossed, thinking, the posture carrying a guarded and distant look.
The sunlight fell on her face, illuminating a face nearly identical to Cang Ling’s.
The same brows and eyes, the same contours, the same amber pupils.
But in those eyes, complex emotions were churning at this moment.
A hint of inner conflict flashed in her eyes.
That conflict was deep, carrying an indescribable meaning.
She thought that Cang Ling should be with Jiang Huai right now.
She could feel the emotions coming from over there—cheerfulness, excitement, and smug satisfaction.
That was Cang Ling’s feeling—this was the feeling of being unable to separate from each other, right at this moment.
Cang Jing bit her lip, unable to help starting to worry again, especially after gratifying desires, beginning to fret.
Actually, Cang Ling hadn’t made it clear; everyone thought Cang Ling chose Jiang Huai, so she followed along, since the two dragons couldn’t separate.
Actually, in the end, who chose whom? Neither Cang Ling nor Cang Jing could tell.