My Shoulder Is Yours

When Long Xingye heard that cloyingly sweet, seductive voice, he nearly choked on his own saliva.

It was enough to kill a dragon. He blinked slowly and couldn't help brushing his lips against hers. "My little ancestor, go ahead..."

Feng Rumeng's almond-shaped eyes were full of laughter, but she didn't trust this dragon whose soul had transmigrated. Men and males thought and saw things differently. Males in the beast world could give their lives for their mates and offer them their whole hearts.

But if men could be trusted, sows could climb trees. Her so-called father was the best example.

Though she didn't know how she had been brought here, it had to have something to do with this dragon. His hair was the same color as Ling's; he was definitely the man who had appeared in her dream.

She had no system, no golden finger. Why had he lured her in? If he simply wanted to sleep with her, he had gotten his wish. What else had she missed...?

The only thing she knew for certain was that this dragon was frighteningly strong. She had to coax him along; she still needed him to get out of here.

She didn't lose out by sparring with him, either. This dragon was very handsome, with a tall, slender figure, a face like fresh snow, and fine bone structure. He looked as though the creator had painstakingly refined him, and even in a crowd of handsome men, he would stand out as if he had his own spotlight.

"I'm hungry~"

"Xingye~"

Feng Rumeng's eyes widened. She had underestimated herself. How had her cool, clear voice produced such a coquettish, alluring sound?

Goosebumps rose all over Long Xingye. This woman was really going all out to get out. This dragon wants out of this cage even more than she does. "Darling, I have a specialty from the Demon Cave."

His large hand held a bunch of dark purple fruit. "Baby, have some of this first. In a little while, your husband will hunt a ninth-rank deer beast and roast it for you."

Feng Rumeng nodded obediently and took the bunch of fruit that looked like nightshade berries. "All right~ It's not poisonous, is it?"

"Baby, this grows on the tenth level. It's the only fruit in the Demon Cave that can absorb the essence of the sun and moon. It's delicious. Try it."

This fruit was a privilege he had fought sixty years to earn. He plucked one and held it to Feng Rumeng's lips, deliberately brushing his fingers against their pink softness.

Feng Rumeng played along and ate it. To her surprise, it tasted like passion fruit, both tart and sweet. "Sho yummy~"

He plucked another and held it between his lips, passing it to Feng Rumeng. Before she could lose her temper, he drew back and gave her the whole bunch. "Baby, take your time eating. I'm going hunting."

Of course Feng Rumeng knew he had done it on purpose. She smiled without a word, then picked up the fruit and ate.

About ten minutes later, Long Xingye returned.

The prey he brought back was huge, bigger overall than a car. It had brown fur, and the antlers on its head looked like the twisted crown of an old tree.

"I'm back, baby. Want it roasted?"

"Sure. I still have some lettuce in my storage space. We can wrap the meat in it." Feng Rumeng took out two heads of lettuce, each bigger than her own head, and handed Long Xingye the remaining instant noodle seasoning packets as well.

Long Xingye's eyes lit up. "This dragon hasn't tasted greens in a hundred years. Roasted meat with seasoning, though, might attract trouble."

On guard, he put up another pale purple protective barrier to seal off the cave entrance. "That should do it."

Feng Rumeng sat on a beast hide and waited. Long Xingye rubbed his fingers together, and purple flames appeared. Before long, the prey was sizzling and dripping with oil. He tore open the seasoning packets and sprinkled them over it.

As expected of a ninth-rank vicious beast, its drifting strands of fragrance nearly made her drool.

With a few swift swishes, Long Xingye produced plate after plate of meat slices, browned outside and tender within, before Feng Rumeng.

There were no tables or chairs in the cave, so the two of them squatted down to eat.

Feng Rumeng used her slender, jade-like hands to wrap some roasted meat in lettuce and handed it to Long Xingye. He gobbled it down in one bite. The familiar taste of his previous life exploded on his tongue, and a mist instantly gathered in his purple eyes.

"It's so good. Wife, you eat too."

Seeing how happily he ate, Feng Rumeng made several more wraps and gave them all to him. Long Xingye chewed faster and faster.

She handed him a bottle of water. "Slow down. I'm not going to snatch it from you. Careful you don't choke."

Long Xingye looked at the water, his long lashes fluttering. Ever since he had been thrown into this place where no daylight reached, he had quenched his thirst with his prey's blood. He had long forgotten what water was.

Feng Rumeng looked at her frozen in place. Surely he hadn't really choked? She unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to his lips.

Long Xingye's eyes reddened. "Sorry you had to see that."

Feng Rumeng realized something and moved a little closer. "You can borrow my shoulder. I have plenty more water."

As she spoke, she took four leaf buckets filled to the brim with clean water from her storage space.

Long Xingye lowered his eyes for a moment and gave a soft laugh. Then he took the bottle and drank a small sip.

He had barely crawled out of his egg when he was thrown in here like a discarded stone, without even a sound.

There was no light here, only fear and hunger. When he first arrived, he had hidden in a narrow crevice, so hungry that he dreamed of gnawing on his own claws.

The vicious beasts here were absurdly high-ranked. A dragon cub like him, who couldn't even walk steadily, could only be hunted.

He lived worse than a stray dog, without even a chance to scavenge the rotten food other vicious beasts had gnawed on.

They toyed with him, mocked him, hunted him, and swallowed him.

He could only hide in corners they couldn't squeeze into, shedding tears and crying.

He didn't understand why he had been abandoned yet again. In his previous life, his parents had each gone their own way and hardly came home all year.

His grandparents saw him as a burden and were unwilling to look after him. He had been sent to boarding school at a young age.

He had finally made it to university, only for his fake girlfriend to set him up in a car accident. After being reborn, he had thought a wonderful life awaited him. Who could have known it would be even more miserable than his last?

Here, he endured one day at a time, one year at a time.

He endured until he could hunt, until he had a clean cave of his own, until whatever prey he wanted to eat below the fifth level died of its own accord, until the day he could leave his cage.

But after enduring for a hundred years, he gave up and stopped hoping. To him, there was no difference between living and dying anymore. Even if he got out, things wouldn't be much better.

On the day he came of age at a hundred, he wove a dream for himself as usual. He hadn't expected a woman to suddenly enter it this time. He was stunned for a long while, then hid to one side and secretly watched her for a long time.

It had been many years, and this was the first time a living being had appeared in his dreams. Overcome with excitement, he couldn't help going forward and holding her. The dream was wonderful, very real, and fragrant.

Only after he woke did he learn from the dragon clan's inherited memories that his psychic ability had run wild during his heat, and he had forcibly pulled her into his mental realm to demand comfort.

He had been lonely for too long. Even having someone talk to him in a dream was an enormous blessing.

When he tried to pull her in again, she appeared out of thin air and crashed into him.

She had been pulled into reality by his mental power. In that case, she-Long Xingye's lips curved upward-still had a chance of getting out.