"I'm good friends with Tourmaline, so don't try anything funny."
On the laboratory table, the stripped Mel pressed her legs together coyly and said to Saine.
Standing before the laboratory table, Saine rolled his eyes.
Although Mel was naked at the moment, she had not revealed anything.
Layer upon layer of purple-gold dragon scales covered Mel's intimate areas.
Other than her pale arms, thighs, and navel, Saine could see nothing.
"This is just a normal experimental test. What are you imagining?" Saine said speechlessly.
"Oh." Mel muttered, then lowered the hands she had been covering her chest with.
Saine had not been thinking anything at first. He truly had not thought in that direction.
But after Mel's interruption, Saine gradually found his gaze slipping uncontrollably toward her more private areas.
It was a peculiar psychological reaction.
As for what Saine saw... well, other than dragon scales, there were still dragon scales.
Mel had wrapped herself up quite tightly.
Although the Wizard Civilization was more open-minded than the Tianming Empire and the Immortal Domain Civilization.
Things such as the kissing hand ceremony were extremely common.
Some noble circles in the secular world played even more wildly.
But the vast majority of mages kept themselves clean. Saine himself only had two wives and a few confidantes, and he normally did not fool around.
He and Mel merely had an experimental partnership, with no special feelings between them before this.
Yet Mel's interruption, along with her earlier mention that she was good friends with Tourmaline.
Made Tourmaline's figure involuntarily rise in Saine's mind, and for no apparent reason, he began comparing Tourmaline to the Mel before him.
They really were similar. Their heights were close, both were young girls, and both possessed rather dense Dragon Breath.
The difference was that Tourmaline's Dragon Breath