Chapter 441, This Isn’t a Kindergarten Bus!
Finally, they arrived at the foot of Buqi Mountain.
From here on, it would be the human territory.
Despite her reluctance and tears, Dragon Mother handed Long Huan’s hand over to Young Master Sang with a heavy heart.
Young Master Sang solemnly took Long Huan’s hand, promising earnestly, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Long Huan.”
Long Huan looked up and glanced at Young Master Sang.
The Demon Clan didn’t have a habit of intentionally dressing up.
Even so, before she left, Long Huan allowed Arin, the best at makeup, to give her a light touch-up.
With arched brows, fluttering lashes, and a hint of blush, her already fair and delicate skin glowed even more, her bright eyes and white teeth glowing, lips like cherries, complemented by long lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings.
Her petite frame was wrapped in a bright red qipao, clearly showcasing the soft curves of a young girl. Her slender waist made her appear like a cute little sister in front of Young Master Sang.
As Young Master Sang held her delicate hand, an indescribable warmth flowed from his palm.
“Mom.”
Long Huan suddenly turned her head, smiling softly, “I’m leaving.”
With that one sentence, even Dragon Mother, who was already in tears, made Long Xiao’s eyes turn red as well.
“Let’s go.”
Long Huan turned to Young Master Sang and said, then quietly boarded the Demon Cultivator’s carriage.
Young Master Sang respectfully saluted Dragon Xiao and his wife, then followed Long Huan into the carriage.
The caravan gradually moved away, and Dragon Mother’s weeping slowly faded, replaced by a sense of relief.
“Our Huan’er has finally grown up.”
“Don’t go!”
However, to everyone’s surprise, Long Xiao, unable to hold back any longer, broke down and buried his face in his hands, crying out.
“Huan’er, don’t leave! Daddy can’t bear it!”
“I take it back! I don’t want you to get married! Come back!”
He clung to Dragon Mother’s leg, wailing, while Dragon Mother couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated, scolding, “Old man, why are you crying in public? I still have a face to keep!”
Through the tears, the caravan continued into the distance.
——
In the carriage.
Long Huan had been staring out the window, her long lashes fluttering as she seemed lost in thought.
Young Master Sang finally let out a sigh of relief, fanning himself lightly. “Finally, it’s over.”
“What a long trip that was.”
“Now, I can go home and enjoy a good rest for a few days. I miss the bathtub at home.”
“Sang Zhe.” Long Huan suddenly spoke up.
“Mm?”
“From today on, am I your wife?”
“Um… I guess so.”
“Will you take care of me for a lifetime?”
Her eyes sparkled with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability.
Young Master Sang was taken aback.
“Uh, Little Princess, I know you don’t like me.”
He scratched his head, murmuring softly, “This marriage is mainly for political reasons. It doesn’t really hold much personal significance.”
“If you dislike it, I can get you a separate house near the Demon Cultivators. You won’t have to suffer living with us.”
“Ah, don’t think just because we’re called the Demon Cultivators that we’re all about robbery and misdeeds. We won’t force you to do anything against your will, and definitely won’t force ourselves on you, you can rest assured.”
“If you’re feeling bored, I could buy you some products from Floating Splendor Commerce; if you need something to do, I can set you up in a working position at the Demon Cultivators…”
Long Huan sighed, slightly resentful, “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Never mind. Let me put it another way.”
Suddenly, she gently held Young Master Sang’s hand, her voice turning soft and sweet, like a gentle whisper:
“Zhe Er.”
“Don’t you want mom anymore?”
Young Master Sang’s hand trembled.
That gentle call was like a little cat mewing softly, stirring something within him—a bizarre awakening he never knew he had.
No way, bro, I’ve never had a thing for loli mommy types.
Bro, I’m talking about you. Get a grip.
“Uh—” Young Master Sang laughed awkwardly.
Long Huan blinked, naturally snuggling into his embrace.
Her petite frame fit perfectly into Young Master Sang’s arm, and when her little head rested against his chest, she could even hear his heartbeat.
“…Actually.” While quietly listening to Young Master Sang’s steady heartbeat, Long Huan muttered to herself:
“Even though I’ve read a lot of human romance manga and novels.”
“But honestly, I still don’t grasp or feel what it means to like someone.”
“The Demon Clan has long lifespans. Love doesn’t mean much to us; marriage is mainly about having descendants.”
“For me, I don’t even need to like someone, just following the husband my parents choose for me is enough.”
Young Master Sang considered the possibility that he was the husband her parents designated for her.
“You… must really dislike this, right?”
“Maybe.” She nestled closer to Young Master Sang.
“If it were someone I didn’t know at all, not knowing their character, looks, or habits, and then suddenly having to be with them for hundreds or thousands of years—thinking about it makes me a bit anxious and scared.”
“Yeah.” Young Master Sang chuckled bitterly. “Sorry to drag you into this marriage business—”
“I mean, when I think about it.”
Long Huan suddenly lifted her head, her bright eyes on Young Master Sang.
“When I think that the person in question is you.”
“I don’t feel any anxiety or fear at all.”
Young Master Sang froze.
“I really don’t need to live separately.”
“I want to live with you.” She quietly snuggled beside Young Master Sang, a sweet smile tugging at her lips.
“After all, you’re the husband my parents picked for me.”
“You better… take responsibility.”
Young Master Sang was momentarily flustered.
From his point of view, Long Huan should really hate him.
After all, he was the one who kidnapped her, imprisoned her, hypnotized her, and exploited her.
That she could accept this marriage was already beyond Young Master Sang’s expectations.
But the current development was completely baffling him.
“Can I really…?” he looked at Long Huan as if asking permission.
Long Huan smiled gently, slowly rising from his chest. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, her soft lips whispering in his ear:
“You absolutely can.”
“Do you know the last thing my mom said to me before I left?”
Young Master Sang blinked, completely confused, shaking his head.
“My mom said.”
“Dragon nature is inherently lustful.”
“She said the only one capable of handling her fervor is my dad, being of the Ancestor Dragon lineage.” Her tone carried an allure that belied her innocent appearance.
For some reason, upon hearing this, Young Master Sang felt an ominous foreshadowing wash over him.
“Why would your mom say that to you?”
“Because she was worried that after we wed, you, a weak human, wouldn’t satisfy me.”
“She said,” Long Huan whispered like a devil, “that even if she has to give you something to enhance your performance, you can’t let yourself be unhappy.”
“Whether it’s for stamina or other… shall we say, enhancements, they will be prepared for me by her and daddy~”
Young Master Sang was momentarily stunned, then suddenly, disregarding Long Huan’s stops, he bolted to the carriage door, shouting at the top of his lungs.
“Help!!”
“I want out of this carriage!!!”
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