After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up - Chapter 109.2

We Won’t be Silenced, Right? (2)

He had been eyeing these clothes for a long time, but the old butler never let him buy them.

An ignorant human!

How dare he look down on his aesthetics!

He turned into a young man in front of Mu Heng and put on his clothes without a care in the world, completely unaware of the man’s gradually darkening eyes behind him.

After changing his clothes, Shi An turned around in front of Mu Heng, his eyes shining brightly, and asked with extreme anticipation, “Does it look good?”

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes. His dark, heavy gaze fell on the young man not far away. His Adam’s apple moved, and his voice was soft and slightly hoarse as he murmured, “Mm.”

Shi An perked up his tail happily. “Right!”

He knew it! The aesthetic of his favorite human was also of the highest level!

After sitting intently in front of the screen for a whole day, the game-addicted dragon was finally pulled out by Mu Heng, who could not bear to watch it any longer.

However, the sadness of the game time being interrupted was soon replaced by the joy of dinner being served.

Since he no longer had to go to great lengths to hide his identity as a dragon, Shi An could finally release his appetite for food.

After devouring a full meal for five people, Shi An ate an extra-large ice cream from a top dessert store after the meal.

He was now content and very happy.

The silvery white dragon fell on Mu Heng’s lap, humming and asking him to rub his stomach.

Mu Heng did not refuse.

The next day, Shi An started to resent that his bed was not luxurious enough.

He rubbed his head against Mu Heng’s palm, staring pitifully with a pair of golden red vertical pupils, tearfully gazing at his current owner, and complained that his current living environment was not comfortable enough.

Mu Heng: “…”

A new bed was brought in that afternoon.

It was made of pure gold, with glowing jewels and gems inlaid around the edges, looking exceptionally beautiful and dazzling.

The little silver dragon was overjoyed.

After rolling several times on the new bed, he fluttered his wings and flew to Mu Heng, habitually kissing the human’s warm, soft lips.

“You’re so nice!”

The touch on his lips was strangely cold and fleeting.

Mu Heng was stunned and his eyes widened slightly.

Soon, the touch disappeared.

Shi An flew to his new bed and buried his head in it.

Watching the little dragon’s back, Mu Heng paused, slowly lifted his hand, and lightly touched his lips.

The scales belonged to a foreign race and were as cold and sharp as if they were serpents.

The tall man’s eyelashes were slightly drooped and his silver-white eyelashes hid the complex look at the bottom of his eyes.

That night, Mu Heng kept his promise to sleep while holding Shi An in his arms.

He was awakened in the middle of the night by a nightmare.

It was as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, leaving Mu Heng breathless.

After breaking free from the dark and dreary dream, he lifted the quilt and looked down toward his chest.

Inside the quilt, the little silver dragon curled itself into a ball and pressed against his chest without care.

The pointed and thin tail wrapped back around, resting on the tips of the claws, its head buried in the wings, sleeping soundly, its spine undulating with a small purr.

Mu Heng: “…”

He hesitated, stretched out his hand, and touched Shi An, who was pressed against his chest.

The little dragon hummed in his sleep. It slightly opened a pair of gold-red vertical pupils and sleepily glanced at Mu Heng. Then, as if recognizing the other, it changed its position, nuzzled the warm and soft palm of the human, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Mu Heng pursed his lips. A complex and doubtful look finally emerged in his eyes under the cover of the night.

Everything that was happening now… was not originally something he had planned.

But why would he feel so… happy and calm?

***

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu soon arrived at the Mu family’s main residence.

The mansion in front of them was huge and ancient, carrying the power of a family that had been passed down for ten thousand years, making people instinctively feel intimidated and deterred.

Zhuo Fu was a bit discouraged.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and pulled at Wen Yao’s sleeve. “Hey, why don’t we just forget about it?”

“W-We won’t see any torture chamber or anything like that if we go in right now, right?”

Thinking of Mu Heng a few days ago when he left, he felt creeped out by the cold face and the perverted actions the other party might make. Zhuo Fu could not help but shrink his neck and start babbling. “Wh-What if Sir Mu is planning to find a private space to torture his lover who has deceived him?”

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

“We won’t be silenced, right?”

Wen Yao coldly glared at him and walked forward.

She was already prepared to be rejected.

However, to her surprise, the magic authentication system at the door emitted a blue light, scanned the two from top to bottom, and then the door slowly opened and spoke in a mechanical voice.

“Ms. Wen Yao, Mr. Zhuo Fu, please come in.”

“…”

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu glanced at each other and saw the same disbelief in each other’s eyes.

They took a deep breath and stepped in.

Mu Heng didn’t like contact with people, so there weren’t any human servants in the Mu family’s main residence, only magical puppets powered by magic and machinery.

A magic puppet came along and guided the two of them inward.

No one stopped them along the way.

Soon, they saw Mu Heng.

The midday sun poured overhead and the atrium was filled with light golden daylight.

The cold-faced man’s silver hair was unbound, flowing like water on his broad shoulders, shining brightly in the sunlight.

His eyes were downcast as he was reading an ancient book in his hands.

A palm-sized silver dragon lay on his lap, lazily basking in the sun with its tail wagging.

When he saw people coming, Mu Heng’s hand stopped stroking it.

The little dragon gave him a not-so-gentle whip with its tail and grunted softly.

“Continue.”

Wen Yao: “…”

Zhuo Fu: “…”

… Huh?

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