Moonlit Calamity: The Dragon Girl's Life of Idleness is Broken

Two days after the full moon, she slowly recovered and broke free from that dream, only to fall into another darkness. There was no light at all, and as she groped around, she found that there was no end in sight, just endless darkness.

She discovered that she couldn't use her spiritual power here, and when she summoned the Phoenix Hairpin, there was no response. Two more days passed like this.

It turns out that living in complete darkness for too long can be devastating.

Tired from walking, she angrily sat down cross-legged and roared into the darkness, "Hmph... I'm not walking anymore. If you're so capable, then trap me for the rest of my life. I'll just keep going and see who outlasts whom."

After a long while, it proved that she couldn't communicate with inanimate objects, and she still had to find an exit. So she stood up again and walked into the darkness with a sorrowful expression.

Now, let's return to Xiao Han's story.

After about the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, he was still soaking in the ice water with his eyes closed, no longer using his internal energy to suppress it.

He felt as if a ball of fire was raging inside his body, making him feel unbearably hot.

Gradually, he felt his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred, and the desire in his body grew stronger. Slowly, blood began to flow from his nose, and then from his eyes and mouth.

He reached out and touched it; his hand was covered in blood. He buried his face in the ice water and rubbed it with his hands.

When he poked his head out of the water, there was no blood on his face.

He held onto the edge of the bathtub, slowly got up and walked out, wearing only a pair of underwear, which clung to his skin because they were wet, thus outlining his perfect figure.

He had fair skin, a slender figure, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Due to years of martial arts training, his muscles were well-defined. His handsome face was like a piece of jade, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He had an imposing presence and possessed a noble air unique to royalty.

But his eyes were icy cold, as if keeping everyone at arm's length.

He walked calmly toward the bed, slowly approaching it.

He stood by the bed and looked at the woman lying on it, who was incredibly beautiful, but her face was too pale and bloodless.

She lay there quietly, lifeless; if it weren't for her heaving chest, one would surely think she was dead.

He usually disliked women getting close, so there were no maids in the main courtyard. Apart from the guards, there was only an old nanny who had been with him since childhood and had been brought from the palace to clean the place.

So when Doctor Yuan told him that he had brought a woman in, he was very angry.

He came over intending to throw the woman out.

But as he looked at her, he slowly moved closer to the bed, sat down gently, and uncontrollably reached out to stroke her face.

His hands have elegant, smooth lines; they are clean, long, and very beautiful.

The moment he touched her face, he felt a sudden clarity. Her face was cool and comfortable, the coolness penetrating to his bones, unlike ice water.

He wanted more, and the closer he got, the less he could control himself. He reached out to undo her belt.

He leaned down uncontrollably and kissed her lips, cheeks... slowly moving downwards.

He pulled open her collar and saw the bandage on her shoulder, still bearing traces of herbal soaking. He avoided the wound...

The gentle touch on his hand caused him to completely lose control...

At this moment, Long Chuqing, who was trapped in the dream, sensed something was amiss. She stopped moving forward and stood there blankly.

The feeling of unease grew stronger, and she suddenly jolted awake, slapping her thigh. "Holy crap, who's touching me?"

The sensations became increasingly pronounced; they were not only touching her, but also kissing her. She felt like her whole body was about to explode with rage. She clenched her fists in anger, pacing anxiously while groaning in frustration.

She suddenly realized something, stopped pacing, and stroked her chin in thought.

Since she could sense it, did that mean she was connected to reality? She was overjoyed. If she was connected, then there was a way.

She flailed wildly in the air, trying to grab onto something.

If we can grab onto something in reality, we might be able to take the opportunity to get out!

She felt a particularly strong sensation in her chest, and following that sensation, she reached out and grabbed it—a wrist.

She pulled with all her might, and a white light appeared before her eyes. Before she could react, she was sucked out by the bright light.

She suddenly opened her eyes and shouted angrily, "Who...?"

She had expected a powerful roar, but all she got was a weak whimper. She was too weak to do anything about it.

He stopped moving because she was awake, and one of her hands was still gripping him.

"Who are you? Get off me," came the soft, hoarse voice, devoid of any threat, sounding like a tickle.

He glanced at her, said nothing, but held her hand in his own, leaned forward, and kissed her lips.

When he kissed her, she knew he was under the influence of drugs, and quite seriously at that.

No, she had to think of something. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held on tightly, and she was too weak to break free.

"Don't move," he suddenly said, his tone icy and commanding. He kissed her neck and collarbone again.

"Hey brother, let's talk this out. Let me go first. I know medicine and can help suppress the effects of the medicine in your body."

Seeing that she couldn't break free, she thought of trying to reason with him.

“This is fine too,” he said casually, then reached for her skirt and... flipped over and pressed down on her.

Long Chuqing cursed inwardly that this was bad.

She felt much stronger again, and her legs were no longer being crushed.

She used all her strength to kick his head with her right leg, but he caught it with his hand as soon as she kicked, and even touched it.

Long Chuqing had been waiting for this opening. He released his grip on her hand and swiftly struck at her neck. The force of this strike was so great that it should knock him unconscious!

He winced in pain, clutching his neck and feeling dizzy for a moment. Taking advantage of his dazed state, Long Chuqing shoved him away and rolled off the bed.

She was about to stand up and run when a sharp pain, like an electric shock, instantly swept through her body, and she collapsed heavily to the floor.

She didn't even notice that her left leg was broken; she frowned, trembling with pain.

She struggled to sit up, straightened her clothes, picked up the belt that had fallen to the side, and quickly tied it.

She touched her calf; it was dislocated. No wonder it hurt so much. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her cheeks from the pain.

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Xiao Han, who shook his head and looked in her direction.

Running away with his crippled body is no longer an option. He needs to find a way to incapacitate him. "Calm down, calm down," Long Chuqing thought to himself.

She looked around, bent her injured leg, endured the pain, and struggled to stand up, hopping on one leg to the table in front of her for support.

Turning around and seeing him strolling over leisurely, Long Chuqing cursed inwardly, "Damn it, what a dog of a man! He's been drugged with such a potent drug and he can still be so calm. You've got some skill."

She picked up the teapot on the table, poured herself a cup of water and drank it all. Still feeling thirsty, she simply picked up the teapot and chugged it down. After drinking the water, she felt completely revitalized.

Her originally pale face was now flushed after all the commotion, and her lips, which had just drunk water, were red and moist. Combined with her messy hair, she had an extreme kind of messy beauty. She slightly raised her injured leg, revealing her smooth and white long legs through the gap in her skirt. She was wearing a red gauze dress, holding a teapot and leaning against the table, looking just like a beautiful painting.

He walked up to her in a few steps.

Long Chuqing looked at him; the man was indeed quite good-looking.