The pain gradually ebbed, and the power within her slowly settled.
Jiang Mian merely glanced at the text fading away before her, then the ragged breathing beside her drew her attention back.
"Brother Ye!"
Realizing what she had just done, she hurriedly let go, not even having time to withdraw her Calamity Transformation.
But then Jiang Mian seemed to think of something and reached out to tug at his shirt.
"Sorry... are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
Ye Chenyang grabbed her wrist to stop her, but felt a warm, smooth scale beneath his fingers.
He looked up and examined Jiang Mian as she was now.
A pair of delicate dragon horns had appeared on her forehead. Her eyes had turned gold, and flecks of colorful light shimmered around their corners.
Looking lower, he saw a few scales covering her legs as well as her hands, but the restless tail swishing behind her was impossible to miss.
"No! Let me see!"
Jiang Mian knew how strong she was.
Even though Ye Chenyang was in good shape, it had to have hurt!
"All right."
Seeing how insistent she was, Ye Chenyang stopped resisting and obediently took off his white short-sleeved shirt.
Only then did Jiang Mian see that half the shirt had been torn to shreds by claws, and there were even a few spots of bright red blood on it.
His sturdy body was covered in obvious bruises.
She leaned around to look at Ye Chenyang's back. There were several very visible wounds.
But faint golden particles drifted from them as they scabbed over and healed at a visible pace. Even the bruises were quickly fading.
They were only flesh wounds. To him, they really were nothing.
Jiang Mian finally felt a little relieved.
He had held her the entire time. Even