The next day.
Jiang Chen groggily opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar rafters overhead for several seconds before the fragmented memories of last night slowly came together.
Zhu Zhuqing's kiss.
His dragon blood running wild.
And then...
Jiang Chen abruptly sat up and looked down, finding several faint red marks across his chest and arms, as though a cat had scratched him.
The room was a mess. Several pieces of clothing lay scattered across the floor, and there were even a few puddles of water. The roof must have been leaking.
"What was that? A drunken mistake... no, I didn't drink. A dragon-blood mistake..."
Jiang Chen rubbed his temples, feeling that explanation wasn't quite right either. "Zhuqing already liked me, and I liked her too. So this should count as... things taking their natural course?"
He scratched his head, suddenly feeling a little guilty.
When had Zhuqing left?
Would she regret it?
Would she think he had been too rough last night?
After all, when his dragon blood ran wild, he really had struggled to control himself.
"Damn it, why can't I keep this dragon blood under control..."
Jiang Chen smacked his forehead in frustration. Just as he was about to get out of bed, he caught sight of a note on the bedside table.
He reached over and picked it up. A few lines were written in neat, delicate handwriting.
"I went to the beach to train. Get some rest."
"Don't overthink it. I don't regret anything."
"We'll talk about last night once you're fully awake. —Zhuqing."
Jiang Chen stared at the note for several seconds, then sighed softly.
How could he possibly let down such an understanding woman?
Besides, he liked them big.
Zhuqing perfectly met his requirements—and even exceeded them.
After briefly savoring the memories,