"Kuriska advanced gray. Tasteful." Sun Hang gave her a thumbs-up, then unconsciously sniffled.
"She originally recommended thigh-high stockings. She said a little flesh compression would make them look sexier." Old Wang rolled the loose pant leg of her casual pants all the way up to the top of her thigh in one go. "But the problem is, my physical body is too tough. If I want that compressed-flesh effect, I'd probably have to wrap steel wire around my legs... I figured that being the case, I might as well go with pantyhose. It also adds another setting for tearing them off, making you look even more like a beast."
"You're not thinking of doing it now, are you..."
"What, can't I?" Old Wang suddenly leaned close to Sun Hang's ear and gently breathed hot air onto his ear cartilage. "There's a saying: 'Dragons are inherently lustful.' Never heard of it?"
"Isn't that phrase used to describe Eastern dragons? Dragons have nine sons, each different from the next—it proves Eastern dragons can get it on with any species..." Sun Hang's face darkened. "As for you, no matter how I look at it, your infection source, the Black Dragon, is a Western dragon, isn't it?"
"Is there a difference?" Old Wang said indifferently. "What did you think those Western evil dragons in fairy tales took princesses away for? To put them in their caves as living figurines to admire?"
"...Good thing you're not dating an ordinary person, or you'd probably get someone killed." Sun Hang could not help saying. "Literally."
"Anyway, you aren't an ordinary person." Old Wang tilted back her head and drained the noodle soup in one gulp, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "The instant noodles are finished. Next, it's time to eat..."