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Chapter 7 I Don't Want to See You Again

Aria Davis's POV:

"No, it's not that, I..." I stuttered, shaking my head in surprise and taking a few steps back.

Lucien's intense gaze felt like it was piercing right through me. His hand gently rested on my shoulder, making my heart race. I trembled slightly, butterflies going wild in my stomach.

"Lucien, you..." I croaked, my voice barely a whisper.

He moved closer, his lips almost brushing my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. "Don't speak," he whispered.

My cheeks blushed,and mind went blank. I wanted to push him away, but my body felt frozen. His hand slid gently over my body, my breathing became so rapid I felt like I was suffocating. 'God, this man is just too tempting,' I thought.

His hand gradually moved toward my waist, and my heart tightened suddenly. Just as his hand was about to touch a more sensitive area, I snapped back to reality. I couldn't let him continue, or all my previous plans would be ruined.

I pushed him away forcefully, raising my hand to slap his left cheek. "Lucien, I thought you were different, but you're just like those disgusting men! All you care about is sleeping with me!" I shouted angrily.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I stubbornly refused to let them fall. Then, I turned and ran.

"Aria! I..." Lucien began but he hesitated, unsure of what to say next.

I stopped in my tracks, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. "I don't want to see you again!" I declared.

As I turned around, I immediately wiped all the sadness and anger from my face, replacing it with indifference. I ran for a long time, making sure Lucien didn't follow, then leaned against a tree, gasping for breath.

Lucien may have appeared cold and mysterious on the surface, but in reality, he was just a shy guy. The recent intimate encounter with him was enough to leave him reminiscing for a long time. The reason I wouldn't let him have me was simple: the unattainable was always more alluring.

I pondered, 'Now that Noah is already very interested in me and Lucien is gradually developing feelings for me, what's my next move?'

Suddenly, a faint groan interrupted my thoughts. I looked around and soon found an injured man lying in the nearby grass.

I wasn't the type to help others out of the goodness of my heart; after all, I had my own troubles.

Just as I was about to leave, a reflective dragon scale in the grass caught my eye. When I moved away from the reflection, I saw a large dragon tail hidden in the grass. The man turned out to be a dragon.

I changed my mind. Everyone in the dragon clan possessed profound magic. If I could learn some skills from him, it would greatly help me get my revenge!

I composed myself, put on a worried face, and cautiously approached him. His face was pale, his breath weak, and he had many wounds on his body.

I gently shook him and asked softly, "Hey, are you okay?"

He opened his eyes slightly, looking at me, weakly pleading, "Help me."

I looked around at the environment. It was too remote here, and it would be impossible to get out in a short time, but his wounds were deep and needed immediate attention. I looked at his dragon tail and asked, "Can you walk on your own?"

He shook his head. "No, my dragon tail can't retract temporarily. I can't walk."

He couldn't walk, and there was no car nearby. Did that mean I had to carry him back to town? But his size was several times larger than mine. What a nightmare!

I grabbed his arm, trying to help him up, but his skin was scorching hot, causing me to quickly withdraw my hand in alarm. "Why are you so hot?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with panic.

A normal person with such a high temperature would have been burned to death. Glancing at the nearby river, I suggested urgently, "There's a river over there. I'll help you to the water to cool down."

He nodded weakly. I supported him as we slowly made our way to the river. His body was so weak that he was practically leaning on me. I gritted my teeth, half dragging, half pulling him to the river's edge.

"What's your name?" I asked while trying to stop his wounds from bleeding.

"Draco Storm," he replied, his voice barely a whisper, and he seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

This wouldn't do. If he wasn't fully conscious and couldn't remember who saved him, all my efforts would be wasted. So, I gently patted his face and reminded him, "Draco, stay awake. You've lost too much blood, and if you fall asleep, it might be hard to wake up again."

"Okay," Draco murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open, but they were about to close again in less than a second.

It seemed the fever had muddled Draco's brain. He needed to cool down quickly!

I grabbed Draco's arms and dragged him into the water. To keep him awake, I desperately tried to engage him in conversation, "How did you end up here? And with such serious injuries?"

Draco frowned, clearly in pain. "I ran into some trouble."

He didn't elaborate, clearly not wanting to reveal too much. I didn't press further, using my last bit of strength to finally drag him into the river. The cool water seemed to lower Draco's temperature slightly. He slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze filled with gratitude. "Thank you, beautiful lady," he murmured weakly.

"My name is Aria Davis," I responded, tearing a piece of cloth from my clothes. I soaked it in the river and gently tended to the wound on his shoulder. "Don't talk," I instructed softly but firmly. "Just rest. You need to conserve your strength to get home."

After cleaning all the blood around the wound, I finally saw the details of the injury. The shape of this wound didn't look like it was inflicted by someone else; it looked more like he did it to himself. 'Is Draco out of his mind? Why did he injure himself?' I thought.

I was pondering how he got all these wounds when Draco suddenly grabbed my shoulder. His breathing was rapid, his eyes filled with desire.

Could he be drugged? So, he injured himself to stay awake, to prevent himself from becoming a beast driven by mating instincts! It seemed like God was playing a cruel joke on me. 'No, God, this isn't funny at all!' I thought. I swallowed nervously, my instincts screaming at me to turn and run.

Just as I was about to bolt, Draco suddenly grabbed my hand, his voice filled with pain and longing. "Aria, I feel terrible," he groaned.

My heart trembled slightly. I didn't want my precious chastity to be jeopardized by this dragon I had just met! With a surge of panic, I shook off his hand and hurriedly ran toward the shore. "I'll wait for you on the shore," I called back.

He grabbed me back, holding me tightly. His lips were close to my ear, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. "Aria, I'm sorry, I can't control myself," he whispered.

My body trembled slightly, and my hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. But his strength was too great, and I couldn't move him at all. My heart beat faster, panic and fear spreading through me.

"Draco, wake up!" I warned, my voice trembling.

His eyes burned with desire, his breathing heavy and rapid. Then, his hand touched my skin. My clothes, soaked in water, clung tightly to my body. I had worn a white dress for my date with Lucien. Now it was completely wet, and I could even see my nipples through the fabric.

Draco didn't give me a chance to escape. He held me tightly, his hand hot on my waist, his head buried in my neck. I could feel his scorching breath and couldn't help but tremble. "Draco, please stop," I pleaded.

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