After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 443 The Love-Brained Commander's Love-Induced Laughter is Worthless; Receiving Flowers, He Subtly Shows Off His Affection.
Jiang Chacha felt his heart beating faster than usual as the hand pressed against his chest. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Your Highness, is it my fault that you lack self-control?"

Chongming chuckled and said, "Don't blame me, blame myself. I lose all self-control the moment I see you."

Jiang Chacha pulled her hand away and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I also have ice-type abilities. If you are really hot and easily aroused, I will freeze you for two hours. I guarantee that after you come out, you will be pure and abstinent and will not have any thoughts about me."

Chongming smiled and declined, "Thank you for your kindness, but I took a cold shower and got an estrus-suppressing injection, so I've temporarily suppressed my feelings for you."

Jiang Chacha replied to him, "Thank you. Are you still going to eat this meal? And are you still going to watch the meteor shower?"

Chongming answered without hesitation: "Eat, look, come..."

He handed the chopsticks to Jiang Chacha, opened the food storage box, and found various vegetables and meats cooked by the royal chef, as well as freshly squeezed juice, spread all over the table.

Jiang Chacha picked up a cold vegetable dish with her chopsticks and put it into Chongming's bowl, saying meaningfully, "Eat more leafy greens to cool down. Here, don't be shy."

Chongming put some meat on her plate and said in return, "Eat more meat, it'll make you feel hot. Don't be shy."

Jiang Chacha grinned and said, "Thank you!"

Chongming replied, "Of course, no need to be so polite."

Jiang Chacha ate the meat in one bite. She was a tree spirit, and she buried him under the tree roots. Even if she ate him whole, she wouldn't get a sore throat.

Jiang Chacha didn't eat much during the meal; Chongming finished the rest.

After all the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away, Jiang Chacha brewed a cup of green tea, using the tender tips of the leaves instead of the old ones.

The tender tips and old leaves on the green tea tree produce tea with different colors and completely different tastes.

Jiang Chacha took a sip, feeling somewhat conflicted about drinking the bathwater she had prepared herself.

She saw that Ming had finished washing his hands and handed him a cup of clear, green tea: "Here, have a cup of tea to cleanse your palate."

Chongming casually took it, sat down next to her, took a sip, and savored the lingering fragrance and sweet aftertaste: "The plant-based spiritual energy is more concentrated. It seems to be the same as the ones you gave me before, but also a little different."

The room they were in was filled with the pure scent of steeped green leaves, like being immersed in a rich plant-based spiritual energy.

Jiang Chacha leaned back in her recliner, gazing at the starry sky through the makeshift transparent structure: "Of course they're different. The ones I gave you before were old leaves, but these are tender tips. They taste the same yet different."

Chongming took another sip, raised the cup, and looked at the steeped tender shoots: "The tender shoots taste several times better than the old leaves. Can you give me special treatment from now on and only let me drink the tender shoots?"

Jiang Chacha turned her gaze away, then turned her head to look at him: "Your Highness, are you pushing your luck, or are you taking advantage of my favor to make unreasonable demands?"

Chongming glanced into her green eyes and said matter-of-factly, "I have all of those, so why can't I?"

Jiang Chacha met his eyes and said, "Sure, sure, you're His Highness, you decide. But you should drink less. That stuff not only cuts through the greasiness, it's also good for your mental strength and spiritual sea, and it can easily cause insomnia and excitement."

Chongming took another big gulp: "You never told me this before."

Jiang Chacha blinked: "I didn't say that before. I remember saying it before. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Chongming replied, "My memory is excellent; you certainly didn't say that."

Jiang Chacha said "Oh," and then continued, "Now I'll tell you."

Chongming's lips curled slightly: "Yes, I'll say it now."

Jiang Chacha pointed to the sky: "Look at the stars."

Chongming: "You look first, I'll look after I finish drinking."

Jiang Chacha turned her head back, looked up at the stars from the recliner.

The sky was filled with stars, and occasionally the aurora could be seen.

Chongming drank the entire cup of tea, tea leaves and all, stood up, went to Jiang Chacha's side, bent down and picked her up.

Jiang Chacha was startled and instinctively reached out to hug his neck: "Chongming, what are you doing?"

Chongming sat on her recliner, placed her on his lap, pulled out a large blanket, and covered her and himself with it: "The chair is too hard, so I'm letting you sit on something softer."

Jiang Chacha's buttocks were on his waist and abdomen, her upper body was on his chest, her feet were held by his other hand, and he had another arm behind her with his palm on her waist.

Jiang Chacha reminded him, "I can't see the stars like this."

Chongming kissed her forehead: "Don't look at the stars, look at me."

Jiang Chacha contradicted him, saying, "You're not as pretty as the stars."

Chongming laughed loudly: "I'm prettier than the stars. Every star, when viewed up close, is full of craters and bumps, but my face is not."

Jiang Chacha changed her arm that was around the back of his neck to pinching the back of his neck: "Looking at the stars from afar, the stars don't have any craters or bumps."

Chongming's large, hot hands, which were grasping her toes, warmed her toes and caressed them: "Okay, look, a shooting star."

Hearing his words, Jiang Chacha subconsciously looked up and saw a shooting star fly overhead: "Didn't they say the meteor shower wouldn't start until after 11 o'clock?"

Chongming corrected her: "What used to be called a meteor shower at 11 o'clock is now called a meteor shower. What used to be called a group action at 11 o'clock is now called a solo action."

Jiang Chacha suddenly realized: "Oh, I see. Then let's wait a bit longer."

Chongming's voice was slightly hoarse: "Okay..."

Jiang Chacha removed her hand from the back of his neck and placed it on his chest, then lay on top of him.

His muscles were firm, strong, and hard; his body was burning hot, and the clothes and robe he wore couldn't keep out his heat.

The tip of the ginger tea rested against his chin, her face pressed against his chest. She was like a tree, a tree that loves both shade and sunshine, and she liked the warmth of his body.

The lights in the temporary shelter gradually went out, and silence fell over the surroundings, with only the sound of their breathing, the cold wind outside, and his heartbeat.

Jiang Chacha originally wanted to lie on his body, take a nap, and wait to watch the meteor shower, but his body was too warm, his heartbeat was too rhythmic, and it was too relaxing for her, so she fell asleep immediately.

As the meteor streaked across the sky, Chongming called her name, but didn't wake her. Her breathing was even, and her arms were wrapped around his neck in a dependent posture, making him reluctant to call her a second time.

Countless shooting stars streaked across the sky, illuminating the heavens, but he didn't see them. His vision, his senses, everything he possessed, was focused solely on the one he held in his arms.

To be able to hold her, embrace her, touch her, kiss her, be so close to her, filled his heart, his bones, his blood, his entire body with immense satisfaction, as if he were completely filled…

When Jiang Chacha woke up, it was still dark. She moved from Chongming, who was sleeping on the recliner, to the bed, where he held her in his arms and she rested her head on his arm.

With her excellent eyesight, she could see his chin with a slight tilt of her head, and then she could see his sleeping face when she looked up again.

Jiang Chacha stared at him for a moment, then silently recited a teleportation spell, flashing out from his embrace and her long green hair growing wildly to her ankles.

She was wearing a nightgown, her bare feet treading on the gravel, the snow-covered hillside in the distance, and the starry sky above.

The cold wind blew up her nightgown, and she held a highland rose in her hand, using her primal demonic power to make the stem grow very long.

She broke off long branches of highland roses one by one and threw them onto the gravel.

She stepped barefoot onto it, crushing the rose branch into the gravel and soil with each step. As she walked over, even though the ground was freezing at minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, the rose branch, undeterred by the cold, quickly grew taller, reaching a meter in height. It sprouted buds and blossomed into black-red flowers with gold edges, swaying in the cold wind and emitting a cool fragrance.

One tree, two trees, three trees, countless trees—the foot of the mountain became a sea of ​​flowers, a beautiful and enchanting display of black and red mixed with gold.

In the sea of ​​flowers, Jiang Chacha is the queen of the sea of ​​flowers, the most beautiful one.

As dawn broke, the morning glow crossed the mountains and shone on the sea of ​​flowers. Chongming, dressed in a black bathrobe, entered the flower field and met Jiang Chacha, who was approaching him.

Just as Jiang Chacha was about to speak, he picked her up in one swift motion, like holding a child, and held her legs so that she was taller than himself.

Jiang Chacha looked down at him, her eyes filled with his image: "Although I don't like any other plants or flowers at all, after waking up and looking at you, I suddenly wanted to give you a sea of ​​flowers." Chongming looked up at her, relieved that her body wasn't cold despite the cold wind.

He replied, “I know you don’t like other plants and flowers. When you were a student representative at the Royal Military Academy, I saw the disgust in your eyes the first time you gave me flowers.”

"At that time, I thought you were disgusted by me. I was still reflecting on what I had done to make this pure human little female look at me with disgust."

As a plant, and a plant that has become a great demon, I dislike the flowers (reproductive organs) of any plant.

But... she just wanted to give him a sea of ​​flowers.

The desire to give it overwhelmed all the dislike.

Jiang Chacha was held in his arms, her hands cupping his face, and she kissed his thin lips, giving him a face-cupping kiss.

Chongming tried to kiss her, but she dodged him, cupped his face in her hands, and asked, "Do you like the sea of ​​flowers I gave you?"

Chongming couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes and on his face; it was as if pink bubbles of happiness were about to burst from his body. He looked at her, shook his head, and then nodded.

Jiang Chacha glared at her and asked fiercely, "You don't like it?"

Chongming's deep voice was full of laughter: "I like it, but what I like most is the flower in your hair, the white petals and yellow stamens. It's not as big, dazzling, or beautiful as the flowers in this sea of ​​flowers, but I just like it."

For a tree, if the person it likes tells it that they like the flowers it blooms, it's the same as Chongming telling her that she touched his dragon horns and tail, and that he was asking for her love and affection.

Jiang Chacha smiled brightly: "When flowers appear in my hair again, I'll give them all to you."

Chongming, who had been holding her with both arms, now held her with one arm, while his other arm reached up and hooked around the back of her neck, kissing her.

The kiss was long, so long that tiny green flower buds silently sprouted from the ginger tea-green hair.

After the kiss, Chongming reached out and wiped the saliva from Jiang Chacha's lips, took out a blanket and wrapped her in it, letting her sit on his arm. He held her with one arm, like he was holding a child: "I want to take a good look at the gift you gave me."

Jiang Chacha originally wanted to put her arms around his neck but couldn't, so she grabbed his dragon horns instead: "Okay, their flowering period is three months, and they will grow and bloom here for three months."

Chongming's eyes were full of smiles as he carried her through a sea of ​​red flowers with gold trim that was over a meter high.

From the first ray of sunlight down, through the second, the third, until the sun rose, Chongming finally finished admiring the sea of ​​flowers. He carried her back to their temporary lodging and took her to the bathroom: "Want to take a bath?"

Jiang Chacha shook her head: "No need, I'm not cold, you know that."

Chongming touched her face, her hands, her legs and feet; they were indeed neither cold nor warm. "Okay, wash up and change your clothes. We'll have breakfast and then go back."

“Okay…” Jiang Chacha nodded in agreement, but seeing that he didn’t leave, she asked again, “I’m washing my face and changing my clothes, what are you doing here?”

Chongming stared intently at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'll stay here and see if you need any help. I'll volunteer without hesitation."

Jiang Chacha reached out and pushed him out: "Thank you, Your Highness, but you should go take a cold shower and get an injection to suppress your heat. I can smell your heat."

Chongming deliberately used her to push him out, then stretched out his arm to smell: "No, I don't smell like I'm in heat, you're mistaken."

Jiang Chacha pushed him out: "You don't smell like me yet, but you've practically pickled me up, Your Highness."

Chongming stopped in his tracks, turned around and said helplessly, "This is not my fault, it's my fault for not helping me."

Jiang Chacha turned around and nodded haphazardly, saying dismissively, "You're free. If she won't help, go find someone else."

Chongming said to her retreating figure, "Jiang Chacha, you're inciting me to break the law, do you know that?"

Jiang Chacha replied to him, "You're unmarried, and I'm not married. This isn't instigating a crime. Hurry up and go, hurry up and go."

Chongming replied, "Alright, I'll go."

Jiang Chacha responded with the sound of the door closing.

Chongming stared at the closed door, his upturned lips unable to be suppressed.

Jiang Chacha performed a cleaning routine: brushing her teeth, washing her face, changing out of her pajamas, and going outside.

Chongming outside was even faster than her. He not only changed into military uniform and boots, but also tied up his hair. He even put away the bed and chair.

In the small space outside, there was only a table, two small stools, and breakfast and warm water laid out on the table.

Jiang Chacha sat down with him and slowly ate breakfast. They went outside for a glass of warm fruit juice. Chongming then packed up all the living belongings and put them into the space button.

After she boarded the aircraft, Chongming deliberately had the 002 AI system circle the sea of ​​roses before leaving.

As soon as they left, a photographer who was shooting meteor showers appeared. In his camera's equipment, besides the sea of ​​flowers, were the Chongming Commander and his partner.

He was happy, he was excited, he thought that he had captured frontal, side, and 360-degree images of the commander and his partner, and that posting them online would surely cause a sensation across the entire M31 Star Network.

However, his joy lasted only 10 seconds before the Commander's personal guard appeared before him. They checked his personal computer and photography equipment, first copying all the photos he had taken and sending them to the Commander, then deleting all the photos except for one.

The photo that remained is the favorite of meteor shower photography enthusiasts. After the Commander's Guard left, he took another photo of this vast sea of ​​flowers, logged onto the StarNet, and posted the picture with the caption: "They say the early bird catches the worm, but I, who didn't sleep, captured the highlight of my life: the Commander and the Princess!"

Early in the morning, people are eating, using the toilet, commuting, or browsing the internet. A meteor shower photography enthusiast, who is also a moderately popular blogger, posted a picture with trending keywords, which quickly went viral among many people and friends of the Zhenlin Empire.

"Holy crap, the Commander and Princess Consort were watching the sunset at Qixia Mountain last night, where are they going to see flowers so early in the morning?"

"No, no, where is this flower from? What kind of flower is it? It's black and red with gold trim. It looks like a new variety. I've never seen it before."

"No, is the black and red flower with gold trim the point? The point shouldn't be that the commander is holding the princess, and the princess is cupping his face and kissing him."

"Ahhh, the princess's long green hair fluttered in the wind, she wore a white dress, her slender arms and delicate, boneless hands cupped the commander's slightly upturned face, and she lowered her head to kiss him. So alluring, so arousing, so heart-pounding!"

"Yes, yes, the entire sea of ​​flowers is nothing more than a backdrop for them, not even a fraction as dazzling as they are."

"The princess's profile, the commander's profile, absolutely stunning, incredibly handsome. With such good looks and such a perfect physique, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm really in love."

"Waaaaah, the commander is so strong, I was worried that the princess wouldn't be able to handle him, but then I thought, the princess is eating so well, why should I worry that she won't be able to handle him!"

"Just look at the Princess Consort's profile. Not to mention the Commander, I would be captivated at first glance. So the question is, whose wife is the Princess Consort? Does she have a younger sister?"

"You all focus on the Princess Consort and the Commander, but I'm the only one who's focused on that sea of ​​flowers. Where is that sea of ​​flowers with varieties that have never appeared before?"

“It’s not just you who’s paying attention, I’m too. I’m thinking of paying attention to the Princess and the Commander first, and then I’ll pay attention to the sea of ​​flowers.”

"Judging from the flowers, the average height of the flowers in that flower field is about 90 centimeters to 1.2 meters. So the question is, where is this flower field? There are mountains in front of us. What mountains? Blogger, please tell me the name. I want to take my boyfriend to check out the same place as the Princess Consort of the Commander."

A meteor shower photography blogger replied: "This sea of ​​flowers appeared overnight at the foot of Liuyu Mountain in the far north."

Many netizens and fans were shocked: "Damn, you said this sea of ​​flowers is at the foot of Liuyu Mountain in the far north? Are you kidding me? At this time of year, it's -35 to -55 degrees Celsius at the foot of the mountain. Forget about the flowers, there's not a single one left."

"Yes, yes, it's such a beautiful place. If you didn't want to tell us, you could have just left it at that. There was no need to lie."

"Exactly, exactly. At the foot of Mount Ryuyu in the far north, there shouldn't be any plant protection units, right? I don't believe that such lush flowers can grow there."

"@Commander Chongming, where are you and the Princess Consort in this photo? Please let me know, mwah!"

"@Commander Chongming..."

Chongming delivered the ginger tea to the planting area, gave it a farewell kiss, and on his way back to the military headquarters, he logged onto the StarNet to forward and comment on the pictures of the heated online discussions, as well as the questions from the public and friends.

"I'm sorry, the sea of ​​black, gold and red roses at the foot of Liuyu Mountain in the far north was planted for me by my princess consort who stayed up for two hours. It was a gift to me!"

"I will send someone to investigate later to see if the Black Gold Red Rose Flower Sea has damaged the geological structure under Liuyu Mountain in the far north. If it has been damaged, it will be removed immediately, and I will personally bear all the consequences and losses of the repairs. If it has not been damaged, everyone can enjoy it together. My princess said that the Black Gold Red Rose Flower Sea will bloom for three months!"

(End of this chapter)