I would never hurt you baby

Chapter 47

Shi An: "......"

Isn't that all your fault!

If you're going to study dragons, why do you even want to study that kind of thing!

You, you humans have no shame at all!

Mu Hang fixed his eyes on the teenager in front of him, then let go of his hand as if nothing had happened.

He took a step backward and turned forward:

"Keep up."

Shi An: "?"

Not far away from the man standing backlit, deep eyebrows hidden in the moon shadow, appears obscure, pure silver hair color in the moonlight shining: "You door time over, forget?"

Shi An: "......"

Oh, yeah.

Inside the room.

Mu Hang takes off his coat, loosens his collar, and removes his gloves.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes falling to his fingertips.

It's really weird.

Through the gloves, but just touched the other side of the skin feeling but as if still remain in the fingertips, but because of a layer of soft leather, more with a layer of indefinable ambiguous feeling, have to say, just in that moment ......

He developed a strong desire to explore.

Taking off his gloves, he let the skin of his fingers press against his partner's cheek, rubbing the reddish, delicate skin to see if it was what he thought it would be.

Even worse ......

The restlessness that had been suppressed in the depths of his soul from the moment he saw the other man, gradually revealed itself as time went by in all its hideous, clear claws and teeth.

An inexplicable tyrannical desire arose out of nowhere in his heart.

Like a dark undercurrent, it flows silently through the heart.

A voice in the back of my mind screamed.

Choking the other's throat, letting the thin white neck snap in his palm, letting out dying gasps and whimpers, letting the white skin be colored even more beautifully by the blood.

--become his trophy and all that he has.

Two completely different emotions, tenderness and bloodlust, tugged and wrestled in his heart.

Though Mu Hang forced himself to withdraw his hand, immediately suppressing the fleeting impulse, the grotesque sensation of that moment remained clear and vivid in his mind.

Speaking of which, even if a student had a gate, as long as he casually went to a phone and told the person in charge over at the dormitory that Shi An was returning late due to academic reasons, it was unlikely that the person in charge over there would refuse, given his status.

But ...... when he learned about the doorstop, Mu Hang's first reaction was to bring people back.

There was absolutely no thought put into it, it was a completely subconscious judgment.

This state of affairs is just not right.

Mu Hang took out his cell phone and called Wen Yao, giving him some brief instructions.

Soon, several S-ranked missions were sent over.

The quests were all related to the mercenary group that had met that day, some pointing to their leader, some to the quests they had been on, and many more to their next movements.

That time in the Avon district, most of the rest were captured by them, minus a few mercenaries who were already dead.

On the body of the ringleader, they did get containers to store the flames.

According to Zhuo Fu's identification, it is indeed the Dragon Flame.

However, the only leader was already dead, and the remaining mercenaries were not high enough in rank, and although they had been ordered to come to the canyon, they did not know the source of the news, let alone know about this Dragon Flame thing.

The matter of translating the ancient books has already been started by Principal Pei.

There was no need for him to get more involved.

More importantly ...... Mu Hang believes that he must leave now.

He was too deeply affected by those inexplicable emotions.

After washing up, Mu Hang flipped through the mission documents Wen Yao had faxed over; it was still too early for him, far too early to rest, but, strangely enough, a familiar feeling of sleepiness came over him, pulling him toward an irresistible slumber.

In the darkness of his half-sleep, Mu Hang seemed to faintly hear a distant voice.

As if whispering, and as if whispering, as if it came from the ancient times, it was hard to hear, but he inexplicably just had a feeling ...... that it was a dragon.

Soon the room fell silent, leaving only the sound of the man's even breathing.

The door to the room was pushed open and the teenager peeked his head in.

That's good. You're asleep.

Shi An was barefoot, with a shirt loosely pulled over his body, and his long, silver-white dragon's tail sticking out from the hem of the shirt, swinging behind him with a flourish.

He stood beside the bed and looked down toward the man sleeping in it, then sighed slowly.

In fact ...... Shi An is not going to come back a second time.

Although Mu Hang is shiny and has a comfortable body temperature, he sleeps so poorly that he even touches his own tail unconsciously.

--At least Shi An wasn't going to sleep with him again until she made Mu Hang into amber that wouldn't move!

However, after returning to her room, Shi An tried to feel the residual dragon molt magic power in her body and found that after an afternoon, the progress of absorption had increased again to a certain extent.

Once or twice there's a chance it's a coincidence, the third time it's definitely not.

So, in order to regain his strength as soon as possible, Shi An thought about it and finally sneaked over here.

Most importantly, he had to get his tail back!

It's really in the way.

No matter what you do, you have to be on your toes all the time, afraid that your tail will run into something or someone, a day or two is fine, any more will not work.

Especially since classes are supposed to follow, and if I don't get my tail back in gear, sooner or later something is going to happen.

Shi An took a deep breath and carefully climbed into bed.

To prevent what happened last time from happening again, Shi An turned around and went back to her room and carried another quilt over.

Shi An wrapped the sleeping man tightly in the quilt, then got herself under the one next to her and balled herself up securely.

He closed his eyes.

This time, Shi An did not sleep, but lay beside Mu Hang and began to absorb the magic power of the dragon's moult in earnest.

By the time Shi An opened her eyes again, the sky was white.

Although she hadn't slept a wink, Shi An was unusually energized.

The dragon molt's absorption progress had already reached sixty percent, and sure enough, he hadn't guessed wrong, when he was around Mu Hang's side, the speed of absorption would be much faster, and the efficiency was greatly improved.

He rolled on the bed, his large silvery-white tail behind him swishing pleasantly as he broke free from the confines of the covers.

Shi An sat up and captured the tip of her tail in her hand, then closed her eyes.

As the point of light flashed by, the dragon's tail, which shimmered with silver light, finally disappeared.

Shi An opens her eyes and reaches for her tailbone impatiently.

The skin under the palm of his hand was smooth.

He almost wept with joy.

Finally! Finally retracted!

He finally didn't have to worry about his tail getting in the way every time he turned around!

Shi An breathed a sigh of relief, the heart she had been carrying since she woke up finally falling back into her stomach.

With the most pressing crisis resolved, Shi An's mind was revitalized.

He moved forward, gazing through the window in the dim morning light toward the sleeping man.

Mu Hang, who had not the slightest idea that he had been used as a toolman for the night, fell into a deep sleep, his face slightly sideways, half of his face immersed in the shadows, his silvery-white eyelashes drooping quietly, his long hair of the same color lost its restraints and spread out softly on the pillow, shimmering in the half-bright, half-light of the morning light.

Shi An buried her head in it and rubbed her cheek against it.

Cold, soft, like smooth satin, or a warm stream of water.

The nose has a crisp, distant scent that reminds Shi An of the icy wastelands she once winged her way across.

After he had tossed and turned enough, he finally sat up.

Shi An thought about it and held out his hand.

His fingertips were covered by the cold light of dragon scales, and the tips of his nails shone with a bit of metallic sharpness as he surreptitiously fished out a lock of silver hair, and with a flash of cold light from his fingertips, the silver hair fell into his palm.

Shi An took the lock of silver hair and looked at it left and right, in the dark and in the morning light.

But I don't know why, although the same silver light shining, but just feel where it is not right like, seems to be missing something, but Shi An and can not tell the reason.

"......"

He stared at the silver hair in his palm in deep thought.

Does it actually have more to do with the person than the color?

Shi An raised her eyes and looked toward the sleeping Mu Hang.

The moment his eyes touched the other man, he felt his dragon's natural radar go off with unmistakable precision, and the familiar desire to plunder and collect began to work its way into his heart - so much so that he wanted to snatch him home, turn him into a specimen, and keep him at his paws for all eternity.

But as Shi An lowered her head toward the silver hair in her hands, that intense desire immediately became muted.

Surely the main reason lies with this human?

At that moment, Shi An suddenly realized that without realizing it, most of her body had poked through and was half lying on the man's chest.

The other man's covers had come apart in his earlier movements, revealing cold white skin, well-defined collarbones and beautifully smooth musculature half-hidden under the open collar.

Although the distance between them wasn't too close, he could still clearly feel the heat radiating outward from through that piece of skin.

Shi An put her finger on it tentatively.

His body temperature was already low, and the other man's chest was hot and a little too hot for him, rising and falling smoothly with the rhythm of his breathing, and he could feel the heart beating strongly in his chest.

This hand is a real novelty.

Shi An pressed her palm against it, curiously moving it slowly upward, her fingertips landing at the other man's neck.

Under the thin skin, the clear protrusion of the throat bone could be felt, and with a fingertip that moved slowly down the knot to the side, an artery could be felt, warm blood surging through the veins, pulsing.

The teenager's fingertips rested gently against the vital spot.

Just one stroke ......

The strongest of mankind will die on the spot.

Shi An's eyes were downcast, and under the long black eyelashes, the dark eyes had changed into crimson vertical pupils, like a blazing fire in the darkness, with inhuman evil and greed.

Seeming to sense impending danger, the man's stern brows furrowed slightly in his sleep, and his eyes rolled under his lids as if struggling hard to break free of the spell's grip on his sleep.

Shi An was a bit surprised.

As the founder, he was very clear about the power of his magic spell, even he himself was able to fall asleep for a hundred years under the efficacy of this magic spell, and a district human was actually really able to perceive the danger in his sleep, and even tried to fight against the magic spell, which was something he had not expected.

But he's not going to do it.

Shi An gently let go and slumped back down onto the man's body once more.

The young man's face was fair and well-behaved.

He rubbed the other's hot neck affectionately, as if he were a clinging cat, and he curled a lock of his hair in his slender fingers, playing with it with an innocent and harmless affectation, and his clear, dark eyes lifted slightly with a feeling of sheer fondness, gazing intently and cherishingly at the sleeping human before him

Don't worry, I would never hurt you, baby.

--You are my most prized possession.