"My mom," Si Mingjing said demurely, telling a lie.
Mo Yinhe was not content, grinding his lips against hers.
"Are you sure it’s your mom?"
Si Mingjing tried to dodge.
But Mo Yinhe’s arms were strong and firm, imprisoning her.
She struggled for a while but not only failed to break free, she also found herself held even more tightly by him.
"It really is my mom. The person I love most is naturally my mom; her kindness in raising is greater than heaven."
"Mingjing, you’re not being honest with ."
Mo Yinhe complained in a deep voice, dissatisfied, "If you keep being dishonest like this, I’ll have to punish you severely."
"You dare touch ? We’ll see what happens."
She thought the severe punishnt he referred to was hitting her.
But the man pushed her down onto the sand, and his tall body followed, pressing down on her.
His arms braced on either side of her body, leaving her no chance to escape.
The two erged from the sea, their whole bodies dripping wet.
Their clothes clung to their forms, outlining their figures.
One robust, the other delicate; both were an unexpected feast for the eyes.
Si Mingjing gulped and quickly turned her head, shifting her gaze away to avoid succumbing.
Mo Yinhe leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Si Mingjing felt her cheek burning hot, as if it were about to catch fire.
She dodged left and right. "Mo Yinhe, don’t do this..."
"Not unless you tell what you were really muttering."
A faint smile touched Mo Yinhe’s lips, his strong-willed attitude unwavering until he achieved his goal.
"I’m hot..." Si Mingjing said.
For the man, these two words were like pouring fuel on the fire.
He, too, was hot, his mouth dry and parched.
With his entire body drenched, it felt like a torturous mix of ice and fire.
"Mo Yinhe, I’m coming down with a fever."
"Did I make you feverish?"
Mo Yinhe’s clear voice was filled with masculine pride.
What man wouldn’t want his woman to be feverish over him? he thought. She feels sothing for .
Love filled the depths of Mo Yinhe’s eyes.
Si Mingjing pushed him away, "I might really have a fever. It feels like there’s a fire rampaging throughout my body."
I have a raging fire in my heart right now too, Mo Yinhe thought. This must be the feeling of our hearts connecting.
Si Mingjing felt unbearably hot all over.
I want to take my own pulse, she thought, but this damn Mo Yinhe only has romance on his mind!
Si Mingjing forcefully pushed Mo Yinhe away and sat up, placing two fingers of her right hand on her left wrist.
Mo Yinhe sat next to her and touched her forehead. The heat set off alarm bells in his head.
"Why is it so hot?" he exclaid in shock.
"I told you I have a fever, and you’re still in heat! The qi and blood in my body are rushing chaotically. I don’t know if it’s because I turned into a Giant Dragon. Mo Yinhe, I can’t bear this heat, what should I do?"
Although she was a doctor, her current physical condition seed beyond the scope of her dical knowledge.
She still knew too little about herself.
With no elders from the Dragon Clan to teach her how to properly care for her body, she had always had to muddle through on her own. She desperately needed soone with experience to guide her.
"Why don’t you try calling Liangliang again?"
"Liangliang is too young; she might not know."
Mo Yinhe thought that child Liangliang was unreliable.
Although extrely reluctant, Mo Yinhe imdiately called his brother-in-law, Sheng Liuyun.
But Sheng Liuyun hung up on him, refusing to answer.
Mo Yinhe called three tis in a row, and Sheng Liuyun cut him off each ti.
Mo Yinhe’s expression was as dark as a stormy sea.
What good is this kind of brother-in-law?
Seeing his Mingjing’s cheeks flushed with fever and her body wracked with discomfort, Mo Yinhe didn’t hesitate to find Si Lisao.
As a mber of the Dragon Clan and the Crown Prince of the Mu Continent, Si Lisao should be well-versed in these matters.
Si Lisao answered his call quite quickly.
His mature and stable voice ca through, cold and distant, as if keeping everyone at arm’s length. "What is it?"
Mo Yinhe was rarely willing to swallow his pride and actively seek help.
"Crown Prince Lisao, I have a matter I would like to consult you about. I hope you will graciously offer your guidance. I would be deeply grateful."
His tone was sincere. In this world, only Mingjing could make him set aside his noble pride and humbly ask for help.
"Speak." The tone carried surprise and haughtiness.
"If soone from your esteed Dragon Clan transforms into a Giant Dragon for the first ti, for about half an hour, then reverts to human form, but their qi and blood run amok, causing unbearable heat and discomfort—what is the reason for this?"
Si Lisao coldly uttered a single na, "Liangliang?"
"...Yes, my daughter has a high fever right now."
Si Lisao chuckled coldly. "Liangliang has received proper Dragon Clan education since she was young. It’s impossible for her qi and blood to be in chaos. Mo Yinhe, if you’re not sincerely seeking help, then hang up."
Besides, Liangliang couldn’t possibly transform into a Giant Dragon; she’s not of age yet! Si Lisao knew.
"Don’t be hasty!" Mo Yinhe composed himself.
"Who is it?" Si Lisao’s voice was lazy and indifferent.
"Can you just tell what I should do?"
Si Lisao scoffed, "Is this your attitude when asking for my help?"
Mo Yinhe swallowed all his pride, his stance extrely humble.
"Si Lisao, I’m begging you."
Si Lisao still refused to tell him, only asking, "Who is it?"
Si Mingjing couldn’t bear it any longer. She got up, went over, and her voice, tight with discomfort, said, "It’s , Crown Prince Lisao. I am Si Mingjing."
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
After a long pause, Si Lisao finally spoke, "Si Mingjing?"
"Yes, Crown Prince Lisao. It’s my first ti transforming into a Giant Dragon, and now my qi and blood are in turmoil. I’m so hot it feels like I’m being boiled alive. What should I do to alleviate this?"
Each word Si Mingjing spoke seed to carry a puff of hot air, her discomfort palpable.
Si Lisao’s cool voice, suppressing his shock, suddenly understood his inexplicable fondness for her. "You are a dragon?"
"Yes, Crown Prince Lisao, I am a dragon. For the sake of our shared Dragon Clan heritage, please tell what to do."
"Ajiu..." Si Lisao murmured.
Hearing this na, Si Mingjing felt a touch of aversion. "Crown Prince Lisao, I am Si Mingjing, not so Ajiu."
How could she not be Ajiu? he wondered.
Si Mingjing felt like her body was about to explode.
"Crown Prince Lisao, I beg you. I feel like my body is catching fire. Though I’m not from the Mu Continent, I am also of the Dragon Clan. Please, for the sake of our kinship, tell ."
Hearing the pain in Si Mingjing’s voice, Si Lisao’s heart clenched. He asked, "This is the first ti in your life you’ve transford into a Giant Dragon?"
"Yes."
"Under what circumstances did you transform into a Giant Dragon?"
Si Mingjing explained that she had been attacked and, in her desperation, had only wished to beco a Giant Dragon to escape by ascending into the sky.
Si Lisao’s voice turned sinister, a chilling coldness emanating from it. "Soone dared to attack you?"
His tone suggested he wanted to tear the attacker limb from limb.
Mo Yinhe had already lost his patience. "I say, Si Lisao, enough with your pointless talk! Can’t you say sothing useful?"
Si Lisao was reluctant to speak.
To alleviate this condition, there was only one way.
Transforming into a Giant Dragon was a sign of a Dragon Clan mber coming of age.
The only way to alleviate it was to find a man and consummate the relationship.
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