Haiâan looked at Augusteâs face that was suddenly enlarged in front of him and stayed still for a few seconds. But the next moment he remembered that he was still naked. He wanted to cover himself because it was cold but Augusteâs finger was around his waist. His hand was not long enough and Haiâan could not reach it even with using all his strength. He had to hold Augusteâs finger, and his eyes were wide-eyed. He blushed with shame.
Auguste looked at little JianJian in his hand. His little white legs were hanging naturally, and the pink ball in the middle of his legs was not as big as his nail cap, while the two little white hands were clasping his thumb tightly. A pair of watery pale green eyes looked at him, blushing red as if he were about to cry the next moment. Auguste suddenly felt like bullying him a little. This childâs embarrassment...
âCough...â Auguste uncomfortably cleared his throat and shook the dragon clothes in his other hand. âJianJian, come and get dressed.â
Haiâan had given up his shame, but Auguste had already seen his whole body and touched him when he caught him. So Haiâan dropped his head and put his chin on Augusteâs finger in frustration.
Auguste put Haiâan on the quilt. The soft quilt under his feet made Haiâan very unaccustomed. He hadnât walked for a long time and his legs were so soft that he was almost unstable. When he was about to fall down, Auguste stretched out his finger and Haiâan quickly held it. His little palm held Augusteâs finger. The contrast was very obvious.
Auguste took the dragon clothes; there was a zipper on the back of the clothes. After pulling the zipper down, Auguste shook Haiâanâs finger and grabbed it. âFirst put your foot in, stand firm, donât fall.â
Haiâan held Augusteâs finger, staggered a few steps, stepped into the pant legs, pulled up his clothes, put his hands in the sleeves, and pulled them on.
Haiâan: I still know how to wear clothes!
The dragonâs clothes were heavy, toombroad and inconvenient to move in. The zipper behind the clothes was not pulled up yet. His white back and soft buttocks were all exposed. Haiâan stretched back and tried to zip himself up. But he had just gotten his human form back, and he was now used to using vines instead of his hands. He could not reach the zipper no matter how much he moved left or right. His foot tripped over the dragonâs tail and he fell down. A small face was all buried in the quilt.
Augusteâs heart was bursting as he let Haiâan dress himself without helping him. As a result, he saw Haiâan fall down. Although he was in bed and the quilt was soft enough to not hurt Haiâan, Auguste was still distressed. He quickly lifted Haiâan up, zipped him up and put on the dragon hood behind him. Then Auguste pulled out the little bell he bought for Haiâan on the black market and found a thin thread for Haiâanâs neck.
The little silver bell was shiny, almost half as big as Haiâanâs face, which made Haiâanâs face appear smaller. Auguste poked Haiâanâs cheek with his index finger. It was soft and squishy. When Haiâan was poked, he put his little hand over his cheek and looked up at Auguste. His tender green eyes blinked, reminding Auguste of how he felt when he saw Haiâan for the first time. It was the same. It seemed like a breeze, gently brushing his heart, leaving a tingle of palpitations.
Haiâan looked at Auguste, who had been stunned since he poked him, touched his hungry flat stomach, staggered forward for a few steps, and grabbed Augusteâs hand on his lap. He opened his small mouth, and wanted Auguste to feed him, but found that he seemed unable to speak and could only simply pronounce a few syllables.
âEh-â
The bodyâs vocal cords do not seem to be fully developed. Haiâan could understand the common interstellar language and imitate Augusteâs way of pronunciation, but the vocal cords were not fully developed and he still couldnât speak. There was also the problem that he could not walk, Haiâan pondered, it seemed that this body was really completely new, as fragile as a child, he not only had to learn to speak, but also to learn to walk.
But first you have to eat enough.
Haiâan grabbed Augusteâs fingers and shook them, as he had done when he was still shaking grass. When Auguste saw Haiâanâs movements, he knew that Haiâan wanted to eat. So he picked Haiâan up and let him lie on his arm. The white palm of his hand came out from the sleeve of the black dragon clothes. He shook his head and pulled Augusteâs sleeve. Haiâan poked Augusteâs arm with his forefinger and pinched him.
Thicker than me, harder than me.
Haiâan comforted himself, after all, he was only grass, the body did not even have bones, he should learn to be satisfied. He reached for the front teeth of the dragon hat and pulled it off since it was covering his eyes.
Auguste was holding him in his arms and going to the hall soon. Carl, Jamie and Colin must be there too. Haiâan thought of the way he appeared in front of them when he first changed, and he was suddenly extremely embarrassed.
Everyone in the hall only saw Auguste disappear in a hurry with Haiâan in his pocket for ten minutes, and then appear in the hall with Haiâan in his arms.
Auguste dressed Haiâan in dragon doll clothes. At first glance, they thought that Auguste came out with a toy and looked at it carefully. This was JianJian. At this time, he was wearing black dragon clothes, with a dragon cap on his silvery hair, the front teeth covering his eyes, and refusing to look at them. He was almost vibrating.
When Auguste arrived at the table, he pinched the collar of the dragonâs clothes and put Haiâan on the table. Looking at Haiâanâs soft and unsustainable appearance, he leaned on one hand and helped hold Haiâan up so he did not fall down.
âWhere did you find such clothes?â Carl looked at Haiâanâs fat dragon doll dress. It was strange that Auguste could sew it, and he didnât believe that Auguste could sew it in a few minutes.
Auguste sat down and took a long sip of tea. âPicked it up in the toy pile.â
Haiâan followed him, clasping his hands on the edge of Augusteâs cup. The rippling water in the cup clearly showed his appearance. âWow!â Haiâan sighed slightly. It was so good to be human. He no longer had to live without a little chatter.
Corson heard Haiâanâs voice, soft and vibrant, like a child. He was a little surprised, âOh, JianJian can talk.â
When Haiâan heard someone shouting his name, he turned to Corson.
âCome on,â Colin waved to Haiâan, took a piece of pumpkin pie and lured Haiâan over. He wanted Haiâan to go to him. âJianJian, come here, come eat this.â
But Haiâan didnât move. He couldnât move at all. He could not stand on both legs and he was too far away.
âJianJian is a plant. He must eat soil. Feed him a spoonful of it.â Colin saw that Haiâan had no reaction to the pumpkin pie and thought that Haiâan did not eat human food.
Haiâan was in a hurry; he didnât want to eat soil. He wanted to eat fruit.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Haiâan stretched his neck to look at the fruit tray. Todayâs fruit was a long string of purple grapes. The oval purple grapes were still covered with crystal beads. They looked delicious. Haiâan even felt that he could smell the fruit fragrance.
So Haiâan immediately turned his head to Auguste, and his watery eyes stared at him. He opened his watery mouth and revealed two small front teeth: âAh ~â pointed right at the purple grapes on the fruit tray, and his left hand shook Augusteâs finger with a small force.
Haiâan: He wanted to eat.
But before Auguste grabbed the grapes, Haiâan could not wait to hold Augusteâs forefinger in both hands. âUm ~â with a little voice of strength, dragged Auguste to the fruit tray.
Auguste, following Haiâanâs wishes, raised his hand and led Haiâan to the fruit tray with his forefinger. His fingers were hanging over Haiâanâs head. Haiâan had to hold his hands high to hold his forefinger, and stumbled under his own feet. He swayed past with small steps. Before he reached the fruit tray, Haiâan let go of Augusteâs fingers and ran by himself.
Suddenly, he jumped to the edge of the fruit tray and stretched out his hand to reach the grapes, but the edge of the fruit tray was a little high. Haiâan could not touch the grapes at all. He grabbed the edge of the fruit tray and dangled his legs, trying to climb up step by step.
How hungry were the others that were staring at Haiâanâs actions?
As a result, Haiâan did not step on the edge of the fruit tray for half a day. He lost all his strength and could only lie on the edge of the fruit tray.
âHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!â Carl laughed like a fool. âPoor JianJian!â
Auguste stood up, picked up Haiâan and put him on the table in front of him, then went to the fruit tray to pick some grapes for Haiâan. Haiâan sat on the table, his eyes still fixed on the fruit tray. When he saw that Auguste had picked grapes for him, his eyes moved with the grapes in Augusteâs hands. His hands were also raised high, shaking, trying to hold a grape.
Watching Haiâan look so hungry and thirsty, Auguste had to give Haiâan a grape to hold and reassure him. Haiâan was satisfied with the grapes, and opened his mouth to eat on them.
But he only managed a slippery bite.
Grape peels were too slippery, Haiâanâs mouth was too small, only eight teeth had grown in making him completely unable to bite through the grape skin. He was left gnawing on the grape until he only left a few rows of small bite marks, no juice sucked out.
âEat this,â Auguste reached out and took the grape from Haiâanâs hand, threw it into his mouth, and handed Haiâan a skinned grape.
Haiâan looked at the grape that was still stained with his own saliva as it fell into Augustâs mouth, and looked down at the grape flesh that had now become soft and watery after being peeled.
Eat!
Haiâan opened his little mouth and bit the grape flesh hard. The grape juice splashed on his face and his hands became wet, but Haiâan didnât care at all.
Because it was delicious!
How long had it been since he took a good bite of real food?