Star Iron: The Past and Present Life of the Gender-Swapped Dragon Lord

"Sister Danheng! Wake up!"

Beside a large bed, the pink-haired girl had already gotten up and was shouting at the black-haired girl who was still lying in bed, fast asleep and hugging her blanket.

The black-haired girl frowned, buried her face in the blanket in her arms, and made a muffled, cute sound.

"Um……"

Seeing that Dan Hengsi on the bed showed no sign of getting up, San Yueqi pouted.

"Sister Danheng, the sun's already high in the sky! You always say I'm lazy, but why are you up later than me today?"

"Um……"

Danheng on the bed was clearly in a semi-on state, burying his head in the blanket like an ostrich and sleeping soundly. No matter what anyone said, it would only trigger an automatic reply of one word.

Ok.

March 7th stood still, noticing a section of snow-white thigh peeking out from under the covers, and his eyes darted around.

As if he had come up with some bad idea, March 7th couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ahem... Sister Danheng, if you don't get up soon, I'm coming in!"

The light in her eyes gradually brightened; March 7th awaited the word that would excite her.

Still half asleep, Danheng didn't hear what March 7th was saying at all. All she wanted to do was comply with the person who woke her up so she could sleep a little longer.

Then, in a daze, he let out another murmur from deep in his throat.

"Um……"

But Danheng obviously couldn't sleep any longer, because a certain pink-haired girl with wicked intentions, who had heard the answer she wanted, was already impatient.

Reaching out to grab Danheng's exposed thighs and the blanket in his arms, March 7th revealed an evil smile.

"Don't!"

"Pull back the covers! Let me see!"

A cool little hand was placed on Danheng's leg, bringing an electric shock-like sensation. Danheng suddenly woke up and let out a gasp.

"What are you doing!"

Danheng flailed his limbs, trying to shake off March 7th who was desperately trying to burrow into his arms, and his sleepiness vanished instantly...

Because someone's hands weren't clean!

"Hehe, this was promised by you personally, Sister Danheng, so you can't go back on your word."

March 7th smiled smugly as she continued to explore the wondrous space inside the blanket with her hands.

"Wait, wait! Where are you touching?!"

As Danheng felt a soft little hand climb up his waist, his body gradually stiffened.

The itchy sensation shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and Dan Heng stood up straight.

"Where...where not...ugh↗↘"

Danheng's body trembled slightly from the strange sensation, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was barely audible.

"Oh~ so Sister Danheng is used to l... um."

Covering March 7th's mouth with his hand was Danheng's last act of defiance.

"Even shy Danheng is adorable~"

Danheng was completely unable to counterattack; his passive defense could not stop March 7 from wantonly manipulating his body.

Why are you so sensitive...?

While enduring the agonizing sensation emanating from his body, Dan Heng tried his best not to make any strange noises.

I'm going to... I'm going to become weird. (dizzy)

……

"Alright, alright, Sister Danheng, I apologize, okay?"

Sitting by the bed was Danheng, who was already dressed but whose face was still flushed with embarrassment. March 7th walked around Danheng from left to right, and then from right to left, clasping his hands together and apologizing profusely.

"Humph."

Danheng kept his head on the other side of March 7th, crossing his arms like Yura, and letting out a cool *hum*.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me~"

Seeing that her plan was not working, on March 7th she grabbed Danheng's arm and shook it from side to side, pitifully using the art of coquetry.

Dan Heng felt the touch coming from his arm. Although he didn't say anything, his expression softened a little.

Seeing that her cuteness and charm had worked, March 7th breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Sister Danheng is easy to coax; she'll dare to do it again next time...

On March 7th, seizing the opportunity, she pulled Danheng, who was still calming down, to the dressing table.

"what?"(???)

"Hehe, I was just thinking of helping you dress up, Sister Danheng, to make amends."

March 7th, with a fawning expression, rubbed his hands together.

"Besides, Sister Danheng, you have such a good foundation, but I've never seen you dress up much."

"If I dress up, I'll definitely look as beautiful as a fairy from heaven."

Heh, you have a sweet tongue.

Dan Heng curled his lip, looking at the black-haired girl being pressed in front of the mirror by the pink-haired girl, but his heart was stirred.

"A fairy from heaven..."

For some reason, Danheng was happy to hear this, but at the same time, a strange emotion arose in his heart.

It seems... someone once said that to me.

Shaking his head to clear the inexplicable thoughts from his mind, Danheng stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

The girl had skin as smooth as jade, eyes that sparkled, and features that were exquisitely beautiful. She would be a stunning beauty wherever she went.

The only thing that might spoil the aesthetic is that smooth, long hair. Perhaps because she had just woken up, a few small tufts of long hair playfully stick out sideways, refusing to lie down.

Danheng stared blankly at his long hair, which almost reached his waist.

"Would you like to fix your hair...?"

Suddenly recalling what Kafka had said to him on the space station, Danheng felt that there was something more to Kafka's words.

However... I don't really care about my hair. I usually just straighten it with my hands, regardless of whether it looks good or not.

I didn't really understand, so I didn't pay attention to Kafka's words, taking them just as a sudden reminder.

As Dan Heng pondered, he felt his hair being lifted up by the pink-haired girl behind him, and he carefully compared it to the mirror for a while.

Unlike himself, a complete novice, March 7's technique was quite skillful.

First, take up the outer half of your hair and tie it together, leaving a small hole in the bun. Then, take two strands from each side of your long, flowing hair, tie the ends up, and thread the ends through the small hole you tied earlier, then open a portion of the bun.

As Danheng watched the girl earnestly putting her hair up, an image of someone doing the same thing flashed through his mind.

But it only appeared for a short while before disappearing, as if it were just her imagination.

Seeing the figure disappear, Dan Heng felt a pang of pain in his heart, and for some reason, he felt a little flustered.

My head was spinning, as if a demon was whispering in my ear.

After a while, March 7th stopped what he was doing and stayed still in place.

Dan Heng blinked, looking puzzled.

"what happened?"

"Um... Sister Danheng, do you have any hairpins or something? I'm missing something to hold onto."

Upon hearing March 7's words, Dan Heng was also taken aback, suddenly remembering that Kafka had given him something when she left.

Subconsciously, he reached into his robes and rummaged around for a while, and a finely crafted jade hairpin appeared in Danheng's hand.

Is it just my imagination? The red at the top seems a little lighter.

Before Danheng could even examine it closely, a hand reached out to take it away. Danheng's heart tightened, and he instinctively clenched his fist tightly.

"What a beautiful hairpin! Sister Danheng, where did you buy it?"

March 7th didn't notice Danheng's unconsciously clenched hand; instead, her attention was focused on the hairpin.

"...It was a gift from someone else."

"Wow!"

March 7th's gaze shifted between the tightly gripped hairpin and the gazing intently at Dan Heng, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Who sent it? A man or a woman?"

March 7th's tone was full of eagerness for gossip, but Danheng had no mind to listen at the moment because her mind was in a mess.

It felt like entering another world; a certain figure kept lingering in my mind.

The figures were talking and laughing.

Holding a wine glass and drinking with friends,

She tilted her head slightly, secretly glancing at the person she cared about beside her.

Who... is this?

Dan Heng's heart pounded. As the image shattered, the figure gradually disappeared, and boundless despair and sorrow filled his body.

No...no!

"Sister Danheng? Sister Danheng! Are you alright?"

The girl's worried voice pulled Danheng out of that mesmerizing illusion. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw March 7 looking at him with concern.

"...I'm fine, take it."

Shaking his head, Danheng took a few seconds to recover from this strange state and handed the hairpin in his hand to Sanyueqi.

March 7th was a bit strange, but seeing that Danheng said he was fine, he didn't think much of it.

Inserting the delicate hairpin into her hair, March 7th clapped her hands and nodded in satisfaction.

A beautiful hairstyle added a lot of charm to the stunning girl in the mirror, making her originally cool face more gentle and refined, and more tender and virtuous.

It looks good.

But... for whom do I put my long hair up?

A nameless doubt lingered in my mind.

For some reason, the girl in the mirror had a faint look of sadness and confusion in her eyes.