In the silent night, their gazes met in the mirror.
In an instant, the intense aggression in his dark eyes burned Jiang Qingli, and she lowered her head, the tips of her ears flushing red.
She struggled slightly, trying to pull away, but she was held fast, with no chance to escape.
Her calf brushed against something. Jiang Qingli looked down to see a jet-black tail coiling around her leg.
Xie Youchen was always restrained and self-possessed. Apart from their first time together, Jiang Qingli had never seen his tail again.
Compared to Ye Linyuan's cold snake tail, Xie Youchen's dragon tail was very warm, though not uncomfortably so.
The surface of the dragon tail was covered in black scales. It felt slightly rough to the touch, but not unpleasant. As it tightened its coil and rubbed against her, it stirred a peculiar sensation.
...
"Ah Li, open your eyes."
Her chin was suddenly lifted.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
