Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

Xingchen didn't dislike it, but he was worried that his kitten wouldn't be able to handle it.

After all, he can switch, but the kitten can't.

At first, the dragon was shy and hesitant, but after noticing the kitten's dissatisfaction, it immediately became very outgoing.

But now he felt that it wasn't the kitten that had been poisoned by the snake, but rather himself.

Xingchen was very happy and would hug Song Yunzhi tightly every time, whispering "Baby Zhizhi" or "Cute Little Cat".

But after only two months, his kitten suddenly stopped paying attention to him.

Xingchen thought she must be hungry, so she ran to the castle to get some food and then flew back in a flash.

This time, the kitten wasn't angry. It almost didn't even glance at him, lazily lying in its bed to sleep, as if it had suddenly stopped liking the dragon.

Da Long suppressed his sullen mood, lowered his head and rubbed against her, "Kitty."

"Mmm," Song Yunzhi responded softly, then turned her back to him and continued sleeping.

Xingchen felt like crying, so she put down the food, hugged the person in her arms, and kissed her in a somewhat petulant manner.

The kitten's ears were a little puffed up. It reached out and covered his mouth, glaring at him with its beautiful, lively eyes. It was seriously angry.

"Why ignore the dragon?"

A light drizzle began to fall outside, and the dragon's eyes were bright red.

Song Yunzhi felt she had become a bit lazy and didn't want to talk.

Seeing the tears welling up in the dragon's eyes, I wanted to comfort him, but I was still a little lazy.

"No." She closed her eyes to sleep, then thought for a moment and reached out to hug him again.

Let's try to appease her.

Xingchen wiped away her tears, and seeing that she had nothing more to say, she sensed the cat's perfunctory attitude.

He took a few deep breaths, and tears began to stream down his face.

With her cat ears wet with tears, Song Yunzhi opened her eyes and immediately sat up. "Xingchen, don't cry."

"Is dragon no longer tasty?" Xingchen lowered her head. "Don't you want a dragon anymore?"

He had heard many stories, most of which involved people who gave their hearts but ended up only heartbroken and sad.

"No."

Song Yunzhi reached out to wipe away his tears, then tilted her head up and kissed him. "Long is fine, Maomao loves you very much."

"Really?" His eyes lit up, and he kissed her tentatively yet secretly delightedly. "Zhizhi hasn't gone through the detoxification process with Long today."

"No need." Song Yunzhi immediately tilted her head back and stepped back. "I don't want to today."

Boom——

A muffled clap of thunder boomed outside, followed by the patter of rain.

Song Yunzhi was startled and instantly turned back into a cat.

Xingchen originally wanted to burst into tears, but seeing that she had frightened the cat, she became extremely nervous and called out worriedly, "Zhizhi!"

"Meow!" The kitten scratched his face with its paw, then turned its back to him and lay down in its bed to sleep.

Xingchen stopped crying, transformed back into a dragon, and nuzzled the kitten against her neck. Her reverse scales pressed against the kitten's head, and she growled softly.

A dragon and a cat snuggled together, a fluffy cat tail wrapped around the golden dragon's claws.

The next day, Xingchen got up as usual to go find something to eat.

The dragon gently nudged the kitten's head with its mouth, "Roar~"

Song Yunzhi didn't wake up, and Xingchen immediately looked over nervously, reaching out a paw to lift her up, roaring!

The rubble and jewels piled up in the cave were knocked aside, and the golden dragon swiftly flew towards the dragon race.

"Hoohoo!"

The clan chief heard that familiar yet irritating roar early in the morning, and sighed repeatedly as he ran out.

"Roar!" The dragon held a kitten in its paws and handed it over. Its amber eyes blinked, and it quickly flew towards the witch doctor's house with the kitten.

The clan chief was so angry he blew his beard. "This child, he's really taken a liking to himself."

"I was just dozing off when you, dragon, came in without saying hello. Hey, let the dragon put on some clothes first!"

Inside the house came the sorcerer's grumbling voice, accompanied by the impatient roar of a dragon.

"It's alright, it's alright." The witch doctor held the kitten's paw, took its pulse, and said with a smile, before his expression turned serious.

Xingchen hugged Song Yunzhi tightly, looking anxiously at the person in front of her, "Witch doctor, what's wrong with the dragon's cat?"

"She suddenly stopped talking to Long yesterday. She used to treat Long to detoxify every day. Did she not treat Long to detoxify yesterday, so she got sick again?"

It's all his fault. He must have done something to upset the cat, so the cat doesn't want him to cure it.

"The poison has been neutralized," the witch doctor murmured.

"Then why did you faint?" Xingchen asked worriedly. "Would removing the reverse scale have helped?"

"You stupid dragon, why do you keep plucking its scales? Do you dislike it that much?" The witch doctor reached out and tapped the dragon's head. "Your cat is fine; it's pregnant with dragon babies."

"A baby dragon?" Xingchen's eyes cleared. "A baby dragon?"

"That's right, but your bloodline is too strong, so she might be feeling a little uncomfortable right now."

"Then what should we do? Pull it out..."

“Why would I pull it? I’ll just brew some medicine for her.” The witch doctor glared at him. “Let me tell you, if you pull out her scales, you’ll turn into an incredibly ugly dragon, and your little cat will definitely not want you.”

"Roar!" The dragon immediately raised its hand to cover its own scales and looked at him warily.

The witch doctor smirked and turned to fetch the medicine.

Dragons have few offspring; it is rare for them to conceive a descendant even after a hundred years.

This silly dragon is quite lucky; it had a baby dragon in just two months.

This is probably a case of the silly dragon having the luck of a fool.