183: Chapter 184 Comfortable Days

While everyone was butchering the dragon corpse, Song Yang had already flown into the sky, heading towards the Villa area.

With the black dragon resolved, he could at least have some peace and quiet for a while.

Returning to the Villa, he pushed open the door to find a scene of busy activity in the living room.

Several women were packing their luggage, preparing to move, and didn't even notice him enter at first.

"Are you all packed?" Song Yang's voice rang out.

The women jerked in surprise and turned around in unison.

"Song Yang! You're back!"

Yang Yueqi's eyes were red; seeing him, it was as if she had found her backbone.

"Was the commotion outside that dragon? When are we leaving?"

Although Bai Jie and Zhang Xinmei didn't speak, the expressions on their faces said everything.

They had already prepared for the worst and were ready to leave this city with Song Yang at any moment.

Song Yang looked at their tense, battle-ready appearance, and then at the backpacks on the floor, stuffed to the brim.

"No need to leave," he said calmly.

"Huh?"

Bai Jie didn't react for a moment.

"What do you mean 'no need to leave'? That black dragon..."

Song Yang walked over to the sofa and sat down, sinking into the soft cushions, and calmly announced a fact.

"I've already killed it."

You could hear a pin drop in the living room.

The expressions of the three women shifted from their initial battle-readiness to bewilderment, and then to a sliver of disbelief.

Killed it?

Just like that, in one casual sentence?

That terrifying nightmare that had been coiled above the city, whose mere existence was enough to make people suffocate—was it just killed by him like that?

The first to let out a sound was Yang Yueqi.

"Waaah!"

With a scream mixed with wild joy and relief, the young girl rushed over like a cannonball, ignoring the pungent, fresh dragon blood on Song Yang, and grabbed his arm.

"I knew it! I knew Brother Song Yang was the best!"

She buried her face in the crook of Song Yang's arm, weeping with joy, her voice choked with sobs, "This is great, we don't have to leave! Wuu wuu..."

"Alright, it was just a monster."

He patted Yang Yueqi's head, then swept his gaze over the others.

"Tonight, we'll have a good meal to celebrate."

"Yes! Celebrate! We must celebrate!"

Yang Yueqi immediately lifted her head, wiped away her tears, and excitedly suggested, "Let's take out the best meat from the fridge and make the most sumptuous feast since the apocalypse!"

Watching the women regain their vitality, Song Yang lifted his hand to sniff the pungent smell on himself and frowned.

"No rush to eat."

His gaze swept over the women's faces.

"I'm going to take a shower first. Does anyone want to join me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yueqi's face turned bright red, but she only hesitated for a second before letting go of Song Yang's arm and shouting with bright, shining eyes:

"I'll go run the hot water for you!"

After saying that, she rushed towards the bathroom first like a little rabbit.

The other women didn't hesitate either; they strode off on their long legs, following Yang Yueqi to the bathroom.

For a moment, only Song Yang and Zhang Xinmei were left in the living room.

Song Yang looked with some surprise at the languid, beautiful woman on the sofa; she was leaning against the cushions, showing no intention of moving.

"Why aren't you going?"

Zhang Xinmei rolled her eyes at him with a look of charming allure, her voice filled with a mix of coquettishness and complaint.

"Don't even ask, it's all your fault."

She rubbed her slender waist, pouting her red lips, "I don't know who it was, but you just wouldn't stop. My waist is still sore, and I have no energy to compete with them. I need a few days to recover."

Hearing this, Song Yang couldn't help but laugh. He walked over to the sofa, leaned down, and whispered in her ear.

"I can't be blamed for that,"

"You were the one who told me to let loose and not to hold back."

The warm breath blew against her ear, making Zhang Xinmei feel as if half her body had gone numb. She turned her head and glared at him with alluring, watery eyes.

"Still running your mouth!"

She reached out a finger and tapped Song Yang's chest, "If you keep talking nonsense, be careful or I'll bite you to death."

"Bite where?"

Song Yang laughed and lifted the woman up with one hand. As his strength increased, he had also learned to control it simultaneously.

Otherwise, this light hug could have snapped the woman in two.

Although he could now lift objects weighing 50,000 kilograms, he could still run while holding an egg without crushing it.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness made Zhang Xinmei gasp. Her arms subconsciously wrapped around Song Yang's neck, and she hung onto him like a cat.

"Oh my! You scared me!"

She complained with her mouth, but her body honestly snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth and sense of power radiating from it.

Song Yang looked down at the alluring woman in his arms; her cheeks were flushed with a charming red, and the watery luster in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Now can you tell me where you want to bite?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinmei wasn't shy at all. Instead, she tilted up her snow-white neck, leaned her red lips to his ear, and breathed out like an orchid.

"Right here," she opened her small mouth, gently nibbled on his earlobe, then quickly pulled back, looking at him triumphantly, "That's for not behaving and always bullying people."

It didn't hurt, but it felt like an electric current surged from his earlobe through Song Yang's entire body.

Holding the restless beauty in his arms, he turned back to the sofa, sat down with a confident air, and let her sit on his lap.

"You call this bullying?"

Song Yang's palm rested against her soft waist, feeling the amazing elasticity through the thin clothing, "Then next time, I'll let you see what real bullying is."

"I'm so scared."

Zhang Xinmei said she was scared, but she wiggled her body, found a more comfortable position leaning in his arms, and radiated a lazy, seductive charm.

She rested her head on Song Yang's shoulder, looked at the empty living room, and suddenly sighed softly.

"It's so good..."

"From now on, we won't have to live in fear anymore, right?"

The pressure brought by that black dragon was far heavier than she had shown.

Every night, she would worry whether that behemoth would suddenly destroy this Villa and crush them all into powder.

Song Yang tightened his arms around her, giving her a reassuring hug.

"With me here, you don't have to fear anything."

Zhang Xinmei closed her eyes contentedly; the scent of the heavy dragon blood on him, which had previously made her feel fear, now became the scent that could most put her at ease.

She reached out a finger and traced circles on his chest, which was stained with dark red blood.

"It's so dirty, it reeks."

She muttered, but there wasn't a hint of disgust in her tone, "Go wash up quickly, otherwise I won't let you into bed tonight."

Song Yang chuckled and was about to say something when a crisp shout from Yang Yueqi suddenly came from the direction of the bathroom.

"Brother Song Yang! The water is ready! Come here quickly!"

Zhang Xinmei opened her eyes and blinked mischievously at Song Yang, her look seeming to say:

See, there are plenty of people waiting to serve you.

She slid down from Song Yang's lap, stood up straight, and smoothed out her slightly wrinkled skirt.

"Go on, big hero."

She tilted her chin towards the bathroom, "Don't keep your little fan waiting."