Chu Xuanzhen kept his collar pulled open.
The tiny puncture wounds on his neck did not look serious, but two spots were badly bruised. Shen Yangge's eyelid twitched. "Your Highness, haven't you put any medicine on your wounds?"
He had assumed the man would at least apply some ointment, but after all these days, he had done nothing at all and simply left the wounds untreated.
Did he think he could heal instantly?
Forget it. I was the one who bit him, anyway. What was wrong with giving him a little "treatment"?
Shen Yangge flicked his dragon tail and flew in front of Chu Xuanzhen. Only after steeling himself did he slowly draw closer, then bury his dragon head against Chu Xuanzhen's neck.
When Shen Yangge's dragon saliva landed on the wounds, he heard Chu Xuanzhen give a faint, muffled groan. A hand immediately pressed down on his dragon head.
Although Shen Yangge disliked being held down like this, he had a duty to treat the wounds, so he dutifully tended to Chu Xuanzhen's injuries.
But as he kept licking, he suddenly noticed Chu Xuanzhen's body growing warmer. Why was that?
Could my dragon saliva have side effects?!
Before Shen Yangge could figure it out, Chu Xuanzhen pressed down harder, making his head hurt.
I quit! The wounds are pretty much healed anyway.
Shen Yangge shot away from Chu Xuanzhen's neck and circled in midair, trying to fly high enough to stay out of his reach.
Below him, Chu Xuanzhen panted slightly. He tilted his head back, his deep eyes fixed on Shen Yangge hovering above him, and spoke with a hint of coaxing. "Chronicler Shen, won't you come down?"
[-Come down, my ass!]
*[-Go look in a mirror and see what you look like right now. You'd scare pigs