Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

The next day, the morning sun gently filtered through the gaps in the curtains, spilling into the room. Zhao Ming opened his eyes first, and through his sleepy eyes, he glanced at the bedside clock. It was still early.

Then, he slowly shifted his gaze to Camilla in his arms.

Camilla nestled quietly in his arms, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her delicate face shimmering softly in the sunlight, her beauty as dreamlike as a dream. Zhao Mingxian's eyes were filled with tenderness and pity, and he gently stroked the hair that had fallen on Camilla's cheek.

At this moment, he inadvertently saw the bright red flower on the bed sheet, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, including the joy of tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time and the cherishment of this relationship.

That little red flower was like the most direct testimony of their love, a mixture of youthfulness and passion. Zhao Ming smiled, his sense of accomplishment once again overwhelming. He had never imagined that in his previous life, he, a lowly slave, would capture the hearts of two goddesses in this life.

"Dragon-Striking Sword, my gratitude to you flows like a mighty river, endless!" Zhao Ming pondered inwardly, filled with gratitude for the magical transformation device that had originally belonged to the Dragon Warrior. Without the powerful power brought by this artifact, how could an ordinary loser possibly win the favor of a goddess-level figure?

Zhao Ming couldn't help but place a gentle kiss on Camilla's velvety forehead, like a spring breeze blowing across the surface of a lake, creating ripples. Camilla seemed to sense the gentleness, chirping like a yellow oriole, and slowly opened her misty eyes.

She looked around in confusion, like a fawn lost in the forest. It took a moment for her to come to her senses, and her rosy cheeks instantly flushed like ripe apples. Like a shy kitten, she buried her head in Zhao Ming's arms, not daring to meet his fiery gaze.

Zhao Ming hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body, and whispered softly: "From now on, I will warm you like the spring breeze and nourish you like the summer rain." Camilla nodded slightly, like a bud about to bloom, quietly blooming in this sweet atmosphere.

The midday sun shone through the thin curtains, casting a dappled golden veil across the messy bed. Camilla woke up in the morning after her first taste of the forbidden fruit, then experienced another intoxicating moment of passion with Zhao Ming before falling into a deep sleep like a tired butterfly.

The two of them didn't wake up until the midday sun grew scorching, like sleeping beauties. Camilla stretched out her willow-like body lazily, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, casually scattered over her shoulders as white as mutton-fat jade.

Her eyes were still hazy from waking up, yet they held an endless allure, like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky. Zhao Ming placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as soft as a dragonfly touching the water, then stood up and began to clean up the mess left behind from the previous night.

As he waved his hand, the air currents seemed to be cast by magic, driving the discarded clothes on the ground like dancing butterflies, flying up one by one and neatly stacking them on a chair beside him.

Then, the scattered items seemed to be summoned and returned to their places obediently. Everything seemed so orderly, and the movements were skillful and natural.

Camilla lay on her side on the bed, supporting her head with her hands, like a beautiful painting. She watched Zhao Ming's busy figure with interest, her lips slightly raised, her eyes full of admiration, as if she was watching a wonderful performance.

After cleaning up these, Zhao Ming carefully tidied up the room again, making sure everything looked in order, like a carefully crafted work of art.

He moved to the window and gently drew aside the curtains as if unveiling a mysterious veil, allowing more sunlight to pour into the room like a golden waterfall. Fresh air, like a lively spirit, happily poured in, dispelling the lingering ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Camilla lazily sat up from the bed, putting on a silky nightgown. Like a blooming flower, she walked behind Zhao Ming and hugged him from behind like a docile cat. She pressed her face against his back like a soft feather and whispered softly, "You're quite charming when you're serious."

Zhao Ming turned around, a smile as warm as the spring breeze appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he hugged her tightly. The two seemed to merge into one in the embrace of the sun, enjoying this moment of warmth and tranquility, as if this moment belonged only to the two of them, like two stars leaning against each other.

Zhao Ming headed to the kitchen, preparing a picturesque lunch for Camilla, a newlywed. He expertly wielded the magical wand-like cookware, and the ingredients danced in the air, processing them in an orderly fashion.

The flames rise at the perfect moment like passionate dancers, and the spices are sprinkled accurately on the cooked dishes like precise musical notes. In a short while, a sumptuous lunch is presented on the table like a gorgeous painting.

The aroma filled the room like an alluring spell. Camilla was attracted by the enchanting smell and walked slowly towards him like a gourmet smelling delicious food.

This super-ancient female giant, through her daily interactions with Zhao Ming, gradually accustomed herself to human life. As she gazed at the table laden with exquisite delicacies, her eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion, as bright as stars.

Camilla sat down gently, like a child encountering something new for the first time, and picked up the cutlery. Although her movements were a little awkward, they were full of curiosity and seriousness. Zhao Ming sat opposite her, smiling at her, his eyes filled with love as deep as the ocean.

Camilla took a bite of the dish. The fresh texture spread across her tongue like silky satin, and the delicious flavor resonated across her taste buds like the music of nature, leaving her with an expression of intoxicated satisfaction. "This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten," she whispered, a hint of dreamy wonder in her voice.

The sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden veil over them, illuminating this picturesque and warm scene. In all the long years that had passed, Camilla had never experienced a life so delicate and beautiful, like a dream.

At this moment, the time she spent with Zhao Ming was like a spring breeze, allowing her to deeply appreciate the warmth and beauty of human life. As they savored the delicacies, they whispered softly, like two mandarin ducks embracing, sharing their joy.

This warmth is like a lingering and graceful piece of music, playing softly in their hearts and becoming an indelible and beautiful moment in their lives.

For the next few days, the room was filled with an ambiguous and fiery atmosphere, like mist. Having tasted the sweetness of it, Camilla was like a tireless perpetual motion machine. Whenever it wasn't mealtime, she would cling to Zhao Ming like a vine.

Her eyes were filled with longing and attachment, like burning flames, and her hands were wrapped around Zhao Ming like snakes. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of mottled light and shadow. Their figures intertwined and danced in the light and shadow, like a colorful painting.

Camilla's fiery emotions were like a surging flood, constantly rushing towards Zhao Ming. Zhao Ming was also immersed in this passionate attack like a madman.

Time passes quickly in the torrent of passion, as if it has been a long time, but also as if it is just a brief moment.

A week later, Camilla finally gave in. Her face flushed like a ripe apple, sweat dripping from her body. As if all strength had been drained from her body, she collapsed limply onto the bed, panting softly, "I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore." Her voice revealed a hint of fatigue, yet overflowing with sweetness.

Camilla now felt as if her legs had lost all feeling, and walking was like floating on clouds. She even began to doubt whether she was really like a candle in the wind, and her kidney deficiency was so severe.

Hell, she was a female giant who was tens of millions of years old, yet she almost exhausted herself in a fight with a young man who was not even in his twenties?

Camilla couldn't believe this cruel reality. However, when she saw Zhao Ming, who was still energetic and full of energy, with a hint of doting smile on his face, Camilla finally faced the reality. Some people really can't be judged by common sense...