After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 158 The big golden dragon proudly showed off the bite mark on his neck, saying that his wife had left it on purpose.
Jiang Chacha's pupils suddenly constricted as she stared intently at Chongming's outstretched neck and exposed, muscular chest. Her heart raced, her mouth went dry, and she swallowed hard, feeling craving, hungry, and wanting to nibble on him, to bite him.

Chongming took in her expression, leaning even closer to her, and asked in a low, husky voice, "Jiang Chacha, is this distance appropriate? Do we need to get any closer?"

Jiang Chacha swallowed hard several times, staring at his neck where his pulse was pounding, like a shameless glutton: "If you really bite me, I'll tear your flesh and drink your blood."

My God, he's blatantly tempting her, saying, "Come on, come on, nibble on me, bury me under the tree roots!"
As a powerful demon, faced with such a pure yang tonic that offered itself up without resistance, it would have been eager to use both hands and feet to crawl up and devour it.

Chongming's thin lips curved slightly: "I said I'd let you bite me, so I'll let you bite me. Consider it my apology for taking the flower bud off your head yesterday."

She asked him why he suddenly bit her.

It turned out to be an apology.

Since it was an apology, Jiang Chacha felt no guilt whatsoever. She told herself that taking a bite, eating a piece of meat, and drinking some dragon blood was what she deserved.

"I really bit it?" Jiang Chacha couldn't hide her delight, and asked again in a fake manner.

Chongming gazed at her with a haughty smile in her eyes, and his mood brightened as well: "Come on, come and bite me."

Jiang Chacha tilted her body to the side and, without any hesitation, bit down on Chongming's neck.

The slight pain, which could have been negligible, suddenly made Chongming tense up, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt... hungry.

Jiang Chacha and Chongming were positioned in the middle of the control room. He leaned to one side, and she leaned to the other. She felt a slight twist in her stomach, but the fresh dragon blood entering her mouth instantly brightened her eyes.

Fresh dragon blood made the demon's heart race, his emotions surge, and his blood boil more than when he drank it from a cup, making him ignore the slight discomfort in his stomach.

Chongming's fingers tightened and loosened, then tightened and loosened again, until his hand slowly rested on Jiang Chacha's waist: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Jiang Chacha was grinding her teeth on his neck and didn't have time to answer him, so she just mumbled two denials.

Chongming mistook her denial of "uh-huh" for "uh-huh" and reached out to pull her from the driver's seat onto his lap.

Jiang Chacha straddled his lap, paused for a moment, and then let go, saying, "What are you doing? Why are you hugging me like this..."

Chongming pressed down on the back of her head to stop her from speaking, then pressed her against his neck, his voice hoarse: "This will make it easier for you to bite me and drink my blood."

It has to be said that he knew how to manipulate Jiang Chacha. Twisting his waist, leaning to one side, biting him, sucking his blood, it was indeed uncomfortable.

Now, straddling his lap, facing him, with my arms around his neck, it's very convenient to bite his flesh or suck his blood, and my stomach won't feel uncomfortable from twisting.

Chongming didn't remove his hand from her waist as he held her close. He could feel the baby moving inside her and smell the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her body.

His heart raced, his fingertips trembled slightly as they gripped her waist, and he felt as if the bite on his neck and the blood being sucked out did nothing to him.

She sat on his lap, and he held her in his arms, experiencing immense satisfaction and joy, both psychologically and physically.

Jiang Chacha struggled against his neck, his flesh, and his blood, only to find that this old dragon was truly tough and thick-skinned. Despite her efforts, she couldn't bite off any flesh; she could only break the skin and suck out some blood.

At first, she was greedy and took a big bite, thinking that the flesh and skin on his neck were nothing to her. According to the high-tech medical technology of the interstellar era, she could just spray some treatment spray, and even if it didn't heal immediately, it would heal in two or three days.

She couldn't bite off a big piece of meat, so she tried smaller bites. But she still couldn't bite off a small piece. She gnawed at his neck several times, but each bite only brought blood, not meat. She could only satisfy her craving by grinding her teeth.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chacha released Chong Ming's neck, let out a small burp, and said with obvious disgust, "Chong, you're just too thick-skinned and tough. I can't bite through you."

Chongming chuckled softly, a seductive smile playing on his lips, like tossing bait: "If you can't bite it this time, try next time. If you can't bite it next time, try the time after that. Eventually, you'll be able to bite it." Jiang Chacha, like a silly fish, opened her mouth and took his bait: "When will you let me bite it again next time?"

Chongming wasn't just throwing bait anymore, he was throwing the cage directly: "It depends on your performance. The better you perform, the more you can bite. Just let me know an hour or half an hour in advance."

"I'll match the timing to yours; you can bite any part of my body except my neck."

Alright, he swung that cage beautifully, trapping Jiang Chacha, the demon who coveted his pure yang tonic, inside.

Jiang Chacha's voice was bright and cheerful: "Really? You're not lying?"

Chongming: "I'm not lying."

Jiang Chacha was overjoyed. Such a perfect and highly nourishing yang tonic was something that was unparalleled, not only among the demon race but also throughout the entire Three Realms.

She inexplicably encountered such a dragon, which shows that Heaven has truly been kind to her.

Jiang Chacha smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "It's decided then. Whoever lies is a dog."

She completely forgot that he was sitting on her lap, sitting upright, facing him, talking to him, unaware that the ambiguity between them had reached its peak.

Chongming nodded slightly: "Okay, whoever is lying is a dog."

Jiang Chacha: "Okay, let's go back to school..."

"Wait." Chongming stopped her by not letting go of her waist. He looked up at her head and said, "The flower ornament on your head has bloomed. It has white flowers and yellow stamens. It's very small and beautiful."

Jiang Chacha's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached up to touch her head. Above her left ear, in her hair, she found a flower.

After touching the flower, she was shocked to realize that she was sitting on Chongming's lap in a very ambiguous position.

In a panic, she used both hands and feet to climb from his lap to the driver's seat, pulled open the rearview mirror, and looked at her own head.

Just as Chongming said, the flowers blooming on her head had white petals and yellow stamens; the small flowers were vibrant and fragrant.

She...she gnawed on his flesh, drank his blood, and forced her newly grown flower bud to bloom.
No, her desire for this dragon is for food, not for being moved. How could it bloom? Could it be that she was too excited to eat meat and drank too much blood?

“The flowers are beautiful.” Chongming turned to the side, his golden eyes fixed intently on Jiang Chacha. “They suit you very well.”

Jiang Chacha's lips twitched slightly as she pushed open the aircraft door, as if a ghost were chasing her: "I have something to do. I'll go back by myself. You can have the aircraft."

"Ginger tea..."

The moment Chongming's name was uttered, Jiang Chacha had already vanished in a flash.

The bright white flower with yellow stamens that was blooming in her hair fell onto the driver's seat.

Chongming picked up the flower and held it to his nose. The flower emitted a delicate fragrance, mixed with a hint of chestnut and a slightly bitter scent.

He took the flowers, got off the aircraft, put it into the spatial button, tapped the computer twice, and a giant warship appeared above his head.

He boarded the warship, and when his adjutant saw blood on his neck, he quickly said, "Commander, you are injured. Do you need to go to the treatment room?"

Chongming tilted his head slightly, allowing Lieutenant Ai to see more clearly. "This isn't an injury. It's a mark left by my crush, Jiang Chacha, who deliberately bit me. What, doesn't it look good?"