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Chapter 25 Are you female?

"This, this child is a dragon, right? Why is he here?" Yumilia asked in surprise.

Caesar was stunned. Noah's racial features were all covered up, and half of his face was not visible. How did Yumilia recognize him as a dragon at a glance?

It took me two or three seconds to realize that elves have a unique ability to sense life force, so it's not surprising that they have some special abilities in this area.

"Oh, is that so?"

Caesar pretended not to know either, and removed the clothes wrapped around Noah's head, revealing the pair of dragon horns.

"He just said that it would scare other people, so I blocked it for him."

"That's really strange!"

Yumilia stepped forward and squatted down in front of the little dragon. Just as she was about to raise her hand to pat his head, Noah dodged away warily and leaned back against Caesar.

“He’s quite intimidating,” Caesar said.

"It's okay, I'm not a bad person." Yumilia smiled at him with her eyes narrowed.

To Caesar's surprise, Yumilia also spoke Dragon Language! And her pronunciation was remarkably standard.

She can speak the Dragon Language?
This completely changed Caesar's understanding of this elf.

Noah looked at Yumilia's gentle smile, blinked, then looked at Caesar, his wariness fading. He leaned forward slightly, letting Yumilia rub his head.

"By the way, you must be starving. Dinner won't be ready for a while, but the soup is ready. Shall I get you a bowl? You can dip your bread in it."

Yumilia quickly said.

Unlike Caesar, she didn't ask Caesar any questions about why the dragons had suddenly appeared there. Instead, she got up, went to the kitchen, ladled out a bowl of hot, thick soup, sliced ​​some bread, and brought it out.

Noah sat at the table, looking at the broth and brown bread in front of him. The broth was thick and made with carrots, peas, onions and minced meat, and it smelled sweet.

“This bread can be dipped in the broth, it tastes really good, just be careful it’s hot,” Yumilia said.

Noah swallowed hard, picked up a piece of brownish-yellow bread, dipped it in the rich broth, and took a bite.

Then I saw him start eating big mouthfuls.

"I'm glad you like it." Yumilia was very happy.

She has such a big mentality! A race that hasn't been seen for hundreds of years suddenly appeared in her house, and she can still act so calmly, as if she's just bringing a friend over to play.

Caesar took a sip of water and thought to himself helplessly.

However, since Yumilia can also speak dragon language, has she encountered dragons before?
I'll have to ask about that later.
"Oh, right, I'll go boil some water. You guys can take a nice bath first," Yumilia said, then got up and ran to the bathroom.

Caesar poured Noah a glass of water.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke again."
After eating a large bowl of broth and bread, Noah's face finally regained color, and after drinking a glass of water, his pale lips became moist.

"You really can't tell he's male from that face. Has the dragon race's aesthetic become effeminate now?" Caesar thought to himself as he looked at him.

"Caesar, the hot water is ready. You can take Noah to take a bath now," Yumilia's voice came.

"understood!"

Because Noah bumped into me and I fell into the sink, soaking half of my body, and I got all sweaty walking back, I'm all sticky now.

Yumilia brought two sets of clean clothes.

"Can Caesar help Noah bathe by himself?" Yumilia asked, standing at the bathroom door. "Do you need my help?"

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get out of here, we need to take off our clothes!" Caesar, extremely annoyed, pushed Yumilia, who was about to say something, out of the room and closed the door.

"Really," he shook his head helplessly.
Turning his head, he saw Noah standing by the bathtub, his expression turning somewhat strange.

“Well, that’s just how she is, you don’t need to worry about her,” Caesar said.

He took off his damp shirt and threw it aside. Just as he took off his shorts, he found Noah standing there motionless.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, puzzled.

Noah remained silent, his lips pursed, his hands clasped in front of his chest.
The bathroom was steamy, obscuring his face. "You..."

Caesar suddenly realized something.

Could it be that this little dragon is the type who can't even take care of himself?
Yeah, he's not that old. If he were a human, he'd probably need to be fed. It wouldn't be surprising if he didn't know how to take off his clothes.

"Come on, let me help you take it off."

Caesar stepped forward and said.

Noticing his approach, Noah instinctively took a step back. Just as he was about to say something, Noah grabbed his arm and then pulled on his shirt to take it off.

"Well"

"Don't move! Put your hands up."

Caesar pulled up his clothes, and Noah, still weak, couldn't stop him. His shirt was pulled off in an instant.

His fair skin was exposed in the mist, and Noah's thin body made the outline of his ribs clearly visible. He subconsciously covered his chest, lowered his head and pursed his lips, not daring to look at him. Whether it was the heat or something else, his face was very red.

"Ok?"

Caesar then realized that something was wrong.

This Xiaolong is being too dramatic. They're both kids, and both boys, so what's there to hide?

"I... I can do it myself," Noah said in an almost inaudible voice.

Caesar felt uncomfortable with the other person's sense of shame, so he stopped helping him take his clothes off.

“Then I’ll go wash up first,” Caesar said.

Noah turned around and slowly began to untie the drawstring of his pants.

Caesar saw his smooth back with its prominent spine, and from there, at the shoulder blades, two small, thin, drooping wings extended.

At the base of his tailbone, there was a short dragon tail, resembling half a white radish, which was swaying slightly back and forth.

Caesar used to know how to tell the age of a dragon by its tail and wings. A dragon like him, which had not yet grown bony wings and whose tail scales were transparent, was probably only five or six years old.

It seems they're about the same age as me.

Caesar had already dried himself off with a towel when he turned around and saw Noah still fiddling with his trousers.

"Can't it be solved?"

He stepped forward and immediately reached out to help him untie the knot.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Noah's voice became panicked; he tried to push Caesar away, but it was too late—

"Isn't this easy to solve? How come you..."

His trousers fell to the ground, and when Caesar looked at them again, he froze.

Noah, there was nothing there.

Caesar opened his mouth, and his eye twitched.

"Are you female?"

Noah covered his face with both hands, his cheeks flushed, tears welling up in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

Why did it turn out like this?

Caesar, shirtless and wearing only shorts, sat on the floor, leaning against the bathroom wall, listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom and Yumilia and Noah talking in dragon language. He sighed helplessly.

If Yumilia could tell Noah's race at a glance, she could probably tell her gender at a glance too, so why didn't she remind herself before going into the bathroom?
(End of this chapter)