Cotton dragons will molt in spring, and the thick wool in winter will slowly fall like cotton wool. The winter hair shed by an adult cotton dragon can pile up a small cotton dragon. As a small dragon cub, the amount of hair shedding is not as exaggerated as that of an adult dragon. Two fluffs.
Lu Nong is a hairy dragon who loves cleanliness very much. Every day, he washes himself to be fragrant and smooth. The little fluff has the fragrance of shower gel, and it is soft and slippery in the palm of your hand.
You can imagine how good Lu Nong feels.
Xingfei asked with a smile, "Can you give me one?"
Qin Yi blinked, wondering if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the pink color of Xiao Mianlong seemed to deepen.
Lu Nong whispered: "If, if you like, you can."
In front of her, Xingfei tucked the fluff into the pages of the book.
Lu Nong stretched out his fat claws to cover his face, but his eyes were a little excited - it turns out that not every little dragon cub hates her shedding hair.
The little cotton dragon left da da da, Qin Yi slowly stretched out his claws, his tail fluttered gently, and his eyes were sparkling.
Xingfei helplessly reached out and hugged her.
Qin Yi plunged into her arms.
Once this little dragon cub, which is particularly capable of fighting, leaves those icy instruments, it is like a cat that is extremely sensitive to temperature, trying to stick to other dragons like a skin thirsty.
Tidal dragons have such a habit of being able to fight and squeamish, and are naturally fond of hugging and petting.
Xing Fei touched Qin Yi's smooth scales, and felt a cool big tail attached to him - Qin Yi circled his tail, and the little duke, who has always scored full marks in etiquette class, would not snort in public, so Just swaying the tail gently, the tail wings opened and closed from time to time, and there was a rhythmic clicking sound.
Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of clack-clack-it was the sound of Qin Yi's tail wings constantly opening and closing.
He Xing watched for a while, and asked Shenmian in a low voice, "Qin Yi didn't sleep at night, did you?"
Shen Mian shook his head: "I asked Xing Fei, Qin Yi slept very deeply at night and couldn't wake up."
Qin Yi was very relaxed in the nursery, and the quality of sleep was similar to that of Lu Yuan.
He Xing came over slowly: "That's why I want to act like a spoiled child."
Shen Mian felt a heavy load on his back, he turned his face slightly to avoid He Xing's breathing: "Is His Majesty the Emperor like you?"
"No," He Xing confidently complained, "my father is always in my mother's pocket, and you don't carry me."
Shen Mian: "..."
It really underestimates the face of His Majesty the Emperor.
…
The weather is getting warmer, the water is full of stars, the days are long and the nights are short. The climate in spring is not very obvious. The weather has been mild for more than half a month, and suddenly the temperature has jumped up.
Shen Mian was woken up by the heat once in the early morning. He looked at the time, there were still twenty minutes before his usual time to get up, so he pushed away He Xing, who had to depend on him for life and death.
He Xing was awakened half-sleeping innocently, lying on the side, very aggrieved: "You are starting to dislike me now."
Shen Mian was too lazy to coax him. His Highness the Crown Prince had to be wronged eight times a day and turned over. Although the body temperature of the Dragon Clan was low, He Xing was extremely hot. No one could stand it next to a stove in this weather.
Shen Mian closed his eyes again, there was a rustling voice behind him, He Xing didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't continue to hum.
When Shen Mian felt strange in his heart, he suddenly felt cold in his arm, opened his eyes, and found that He Xing had suddenly changed back to a little golden dragon, flapping his wings and falling into his arms, the golden scales were against the skin, and there was a coolness.
He Xingchong opened Shenmian's stomach.
Shen Mian stared at the dragon's belly—in this weather, the icy dragon scales were absolutely attractive.
He wasn't very sleepy at first, so he simply put his hand into He Xing's stomach, his fingertips could still poke on the dragon's head, and he doubled the dragon's claws curled up with sharp nails.
He Xing squinted his eyes and let his object fiddle with him. When Shen Mian's fingers brushed his head, he even turned his head and licked it lightly.
Shen Mian changed his hand, half propped up his body, and rubbed the little golden dragon on the sheet.
He Xing was a little helpless, but he didn't care that the object wanted to play like this. He folded his wings and hugged Shenmian's wrist, and asked, "Are you angry?"
Shen Mian: "No."
I just want He Xing to experience the feeling of being turned upside down.
He Xing: "… "
Well, just rub, just rub.
One person and one dragon played for a while, and it was almost time for Shen Mian to get up. Shen Mian pressed down the buzzing brain, and there were light footsteps in the corridor outside the dormitory, getting closer and closer to Shen Mian's dormitory.
Who will be walking down the hallway at this hour
Shen Mian and He Xing raised their heads at the same time. At this time, the footsteps stopped in front of the window of Shen Mian's dormitory. A figure was printed on the curtain, and the shadow seemed to be a child.
But definitely not Xingfei, nor Qin Yi.
Shen Mian put He Xing into his pocket, satisfying His Royal Highness's wish to be carried away, got up and opened the dormitory door.
He Xing: "… "
He didn't want to stay in the dean's pocket now, but he wanted to get dressed and go out with Shen Mian to have a look.
The newly replaced induction light was gentle, and in the corridor stood a little boy who had never seen it before. He was wearing ill-fitting oversized clothes and was lying on the windowsill with his feet padded.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little boy turned his head, smiled when he saw Shen Mian, turned and rushed over, he was still walking a little uncoordinated, almost fell, and was hugged by Shen Mian.
Before the boy could speak, Shen Mian recognized him: "Is that my little Jiean?"
Xiao Jiian, who was wearing one size clothes, stretched out his small hands and clung to sleep: "It's me."
Jie An was very pleasantly surprised. He raised his head and whispered, "I can hold the hospital chief!"
Shen Mian picked him up and took him into the dormitory. Jie'an sat on Shen Mian's lap, with his arms around Shen Mian's neck and his cheek against Shen Mian, very attached.
Shen Mian has been thinking about what Jiian's anthropomorphic form will look like, but the too magnificent appearance of the little gem dragon is really difficult to connect with the appearance of human beings.
Shen Mian bowed his head, the anthropomorphic Xiao Jiian was soft and gentle, and when he was snuggled in his arms, he almost felt the fragility of a human cub.
"Is there any discomfort?"
The anthropomorphic Xiao Jiian's facial features have not yet grown. He was raised very fleshy, and he was soft in his arms, but there was a cold delicacy between his eyebrows and eyes. As bright as light.
"I didn't feel uncomfortable. I suddenly felt very hot in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I found that I had changed. Maybe I wanted to become an anthropomorphic form too much. When I went to bed at night, I would dream about what I would look like. "
Xiao Jiian held his face and asked seriously, "Am I cute?"
He stared in the mirror in the dormitory for a long time. Of course Lu Yuan, who was sleeping like a pig, would not give him an answer. He couldn't hold back his excitement and wanted to come and show the dean what he looked like now, so he sneaked away. After leaving the dormitory, I wanted to wait by the window for the dean to wake up.
He thinks he looks a bit like Dean, so it must be cute.
Shen Mian kissed his bulging cheek: "Cute."
He Xing, who was forced to stay in his pocket: "… "
let me see! I want to see my cub too!
He Xing moved, motioning Shen Mian to take him out and let him see his cub.
Shen Mian finally remembered that he still had an object in his pocket, and Jiian was in his arms, so he might feel He Xing's presence at any time. Dean Shen reached out and took out He Xing without changing his face... Then stuffed it under the pillow.
Ji'an can't see them sleeping in a bed.
He Xing: ? ?