Seeing Ye Chenyang staring at her, Jiang Mian "shyly" covered her chest, a faint, unnatural flush rising across her face.
She slowly stepped forward, tackled Ye Chenyang onto the bed, and leaned beside him to ask:
"Does it look good?"
"Yeah, pretty good."
Ye Chenyang felt a little dazed. He had no idea what he was saying and just answered reflexively.
"Don't overthink it."
Jiang Mian leaned close to his ear and murmured:
"It's just more comfortable to sleep like this."
"Right, more comfortable."
Ye Chenyang hurriedly nodded along.
Though he was the one feeling a little uncomfortable.
He thought for a moment, then changed the subject.
"Mian Mian, you... why haven't you shown your Calamity Transformation lately?"
The whole reason they had chosen this place was to help Jiang Mian relax a little.
But lately, he had keenly noticed that she was becoming more and more "restrained."
Deep down, she still cared about her Calamity appearance, didn't she?
Jiang Mian's eyes dimmed. Then she deliberately let down her restraint.
Ye Chenyang noticed that, apart from the places already covered in scales, a few had appeared on Jiang Mian's chest, too.
Especially just below the center of her collarbones: one scale there even grew in reverse, making it particularly conspicuous.
Th-this is?!
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Although most of the ancient books from the old era had been lost,
Cataclysms were, after all, very similar to certain legendary creatures, so there had naturally been scholars who specialized in studying them.
So even though Ye Chenyang was curious, he didn't reach out to touch it.
Jiang Mian's gaze shifted slightly, and she quickly withdrew her Calamity form.
Her Calamity Transformation had been deepening little by little all along.
After she devoured that black river and the Flower Sea