Chapter 344: Do You Understand That I Can’t Eat Any More?

Ao Yao was startled. Her jade-green dragon eyes went wide, revealing two rows of pearl-like little teeth.

She said, embarrassed and annoyed, “You’re joking, right? You’ve been the one using my sword the whole time. How is that helping me?”

“If it weren’t for my sword, could you have taught those two back?”

As she spoke, she pointed toward Cang Mai and Cang Jing, who were talking to themselves on the grass.

The sisters were still fused into one body, wobbling unsteadily on the grass like a newborn beast just learning to walk.

One sister said they should go east; the other said west.

So the body took two steps east, then two steps west, and finally tripped over its own feet, falling straight down.

“You’re so stupid, Cang Mai,” said the yellow dragon lying on the ground, Cang Jing’s voice tinged with disdain.

“You’re the stupid one! I said east, but you insisted on west!” Cang Ling’s voice burst out angrily.

“What I said was east!”

“You clearly said west!”

They bickered for a bit, then the body wobbled back up and continued clumsily practicing walking.

Jiang Huai, however, refused to let go of Ao Yao’s small feet.

They were wrapped in white silk stockings, the hem gathered at her slender ankles, revealing a sliver of fair skin.

His fingers slid slowly along the arch of her foot, from toes to sole, from sole to heel, deliberately playing with it.

The touch was wonderful—small, soft, warm, with the unique refinement of the Azure Dragon Clan.

Ao Yao shuddered violently, her calves tensing, her toes curling.

“That sword became so powerful, but it’s still yours, isn’t it?” Jiang Huai asked, his hands not stopping.

“Hmph, of course! This sword is mine!” Ao Yao said, hands on her hips, her little feet kicking wildly, trying to break free from his grip.

“After all, who do you think tempered it?”

Her feet fluttered in his hand, toes opening and closing, the stockings straining slightly.

But Jiang Huai’s hands held steady—neither too tight nor too loose, just right.

Between a man and a woman, sometimes no words are needed; just a few sentences, and they kiss and tumble together.

He looked at Ao Yao’s small face, red as if it might bleed, at her shimmering, watery jade-green dragon eyes, at her slightly parted, glistening lips, and kissed her.

Like a dragonfly touching water, like a petal drifting down—he merely brushed her lips lightly, then pulled away.

Ao Yao froze.

She stared at Jiang Huai, so close, her mind blank.

Those jade-green dragon eyes were full of shock and confusion.

“What are you doing?” Her voice trembled.

“You profligate man… dragon fetishist.”

She paused, then lowered her head, her voice even softer: “I didn’t think you were a foot fetishist too. No, stop touching.”

But she didn’t kick him anymore.

Jiang Huai set her down.

The two rolled onto the grass.

The grass was soft and thick, the new blades forming a green velvet blanket beneath them.

Sunlight poured down from above, casting their intertwined shadows on the grass, impossible to tell which belonged to whom.

Ao Yao was pinned beneath him. Her long hair spread out on the grass like a blooming flower. Her cheeks were crimson, the blush spreading to her ears and neck, even the skin beneath her collar tinged with a faint pink.

Her jade-green dragon eyes were half-lidded, watery, as if veiled with a thin mist.

Jiang Huai propped himself over her, looking down.

Sunlight fell from behind him, casting his face in shadow.

“I have a short sword,” Ao Yao said, turning her head away, her voice low.

“Use the short sword.”

With that, she actually drew the short sword on her own.

The blade slid out of the sheath inch by inch. The steel gleamed faintly blue in the sunlight, a warm, non-glaring light, like the freshest sprout in spring.

She pressed her feet against Jiang Huai’s chest.

Her two small feet pressed together, the soles against his chest. The force was light, but carried a hint of resistance.

Her small hand gently pulled open the mouth of the scabbard. That rigid scabbard opening actually grew soft, yielding to her pull.

It was a strange change—the originally cold, hard material now felt supple.

“Like this… won’t it work?”

Ao Yao turned her head away, her pretty face deeply flushed, her voice low.

Her gaze wandered, not daring to meet his eyes. She stared instead at the grass beside them, at the new leaves, at the dew drops rolling on them.

“Actually, I’m really reluctant…” she defended herself, a hint of guilt in her voice: “But since you insist… I don’t have a choice.”

Seeing the cute little Azure Dragon voluntarily opening the scabbard, Jiang Huai found it both amusing and touching. He reached out, gently pinched Ao Yao’s chin, turned her face toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“No.”

“Just this isn’t enough.”

It wasn’t just this he wanted.

He also wanted the Five Elements Dragon Origin.

Now he only lacked the Azure Dragon’s and the Yellow Dragon’s.

Ao Yao’s small face stiffened. She murmured, “No, I want to go back and see the Clan Leader.”

“Our Clan Leader was once bullied by Qin Qingyue too. She specifically warned me to be careful of you.”

“The Clan Leader might not approve of us!”

As she spoke, she used her little claws to scratch Jiang Huai’s face.

Her nails were very soft; it was more like teasing than scratching.

She said angrily, “I told you I don’t agree… why are you still moving forward…”

“I won’t—”

Jiang Huai suddenly spoke, cutting her off: “Let’s gamble on it.”

“If I win, we do things my way.”

People always need a reason. Dragons are no different.

Ao Yao’s delicate body stiffened, then quickly relaxed. She pulled out the jade slip without hesitation.

She handed the jade tube to Jiang Huai, then covered her eyes with her wrist.

“You do it. I’ll bet on small.”

“If it’s small, you get up.”

“If it’s big… then go ahead.”

Jiang Huai took the jade tube and shook it gently. The dice rattled inside, making a crisp, rhythmic clicking sound.

The sound echoed across the silent grass—one time, another, and another.

Ao Yao still kept her hand over her eyes. Her long lashes trembled slightly, her lips pressed tight. She asked softly, “Big or small?”

Jiang Huai set the jade tube aside without even looking.

“I win.”

Ao Yao moved her wrist away from her eyes, revealing one jade-green dragon eye.

She looked at Jiang Huai, then at the jade tube set aside. Her lips quivered slightly: “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“I’m not lying.”

“You are lying to me! I, I am the Gambling Immortal of the Dragon Clan. You can’t win—ah—!”

Ao Yao’s mind went blank.

She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks flushed like sunset clouds. She stared at Jiang Huai, her jade-green dragon eyes watery.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Huai asked.

Ao Yao’s delicate, jade-carved little face took on a pitiful expression. She raised two tiny hands, using her two small fingers to gesture a tiny distance in front of him. The gap was very, very small, only an inch or so.

She said softly, with a hint of shy shame: “We of the Azure Dragon Clan are very small.”

“After transformation, the body is innate, you understand?”

She paused, then gestured again with those two fingers:

“This long is enough to use.”