The disciple's tail.
The texture is really something!
"Tsk tsk, these scales, as smooth as jade and tougher than iron, truly worthy of a True Dragon's body..."
Chen Ye fondly rubbed the little tail like an old scholar examining a walnut, particularly the tuft of pink fur at the tip, which he found especially irresistible.
He couldn't help but exclaim in genuine admiration.
"Master, you're bad!" a certain humiliated girl muttered.
"Qing Jun, you don't understand. I'm checking your bone development. If that tail bone grows crooked, you'll become a crooked-tailed dragon! How unsightly a crooked-tailed dragon would be."
The master spoke with conviction, full of righteousness.
Besides,
since when can a little girl like you act so righteously?
"Ugh..."
Qing Jun lay on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, gripping the sheets with her little hands, her tail caught in the grip of her master, feeling quite distressed.
