After a moment, Iris felt the heat in her blood and couldn't help but frown. There was a scorching power in her blood, as if it was tempering her veins, giving her a feeling of rebirth.
The White Flame was being drawn by this power, merging into every fiber of Iris's being, becoming one with her body.
Iris was amazed, feeling the changes in her body. It felt unreal, she never expected that the blood of the Dream Eagle could bring her such a sensation.
She felt warm all over her body, very comfortable, and even had a drowsy feeling. She became more and more tired, eventually closing her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in Ling Guang's arms.
Ling Guang looked at Iris, who was sleeping in her arms, with a loving smile on her face. She knew that White Flame was helping Iris improve her physique, and at the same time, sublimating her bloodline.
"By then, your bloodline will definitely be stronger than it is now." Ling Guang muttered to herself, imagining that moment.
She believed that when White Flame successfully evolved to a certain degree, it would surely bring her a surprise. All she needed now was patience.
Ling Guang placed Iris on the bed, gently covering her with a blanket. She then tidied up the dishes on the table, washed them clean, and returned them to the kitchen.
Ling Guang took out a tissue and gently wiped off the water droplets on her hands. Then she took a soft ruler and began to measure Iris's bust, waist, height, shoulder width, and other data.
After a moment, Ling Guang looked at the data on the paper and murmured, "This little girl is only 157 centimeters tall. She's still in her growing phase, and theoretically, she can still grow taller. If the clothes don't fit, I'll make adjustments."
While saying that, Ling Guang selected the fabric from the cabinet, preparing to sew several pieces of clothing for Iris.
Ling Guang took a long time to choose, finally finding a few pieces of red silk. The silk was soft and smooth, with an excellent touch when held in her hands.
"Yes, this one will do." Ling Guang held the silk and compared it with Iris, very satisfied.
With that, Ling Guang began sewing clothes for Iris.
An hour later, Meng Zhang came to Iris's bedroom. Looking at the closed door, Meng Zhang lightly knocked on it and asked, "Ling Guang, is Iris inside?"
"Yes, come in. Iris is sleeping." Ling Guang replied from inside the room.
Meng Zhang pushed open the door and walked into the room, seeing Ling Guang sewing clothes while Iris was laying on the bed, asleep.
A green energy appeared in Meng Zhang's hand as she gently waved her hand, strands of green light flew into Iris's eyes.
After doing all this, she walked towards Ling Guang and asked, "Making clothes for Iris?"
Ling Guang smiled slightly and nodded, still busy with her needle and thread.
"Since that's the case, I won't disturb you." Meng Zhang finished speaking and turned around, quietly closing the bedroom door behind her.
...
Time passed minute by minute, the moonlit night grew deeper, the stars dazzling in the boundless sky.
Iris slowly got up, stretching her arms and taking a deep breath of the cool air, instantly feeling refreshed all over her body.
This feeling was wonderful, as if her whole person was floating, making her feel full of strength.
Suddenly, Ling Guang stopped her actions and looked up at Iris, saying, "Are you awake?"
Iris turned around upon hearing the voice, "Dream Eagle Aunt, is my aunt here?"
"Meng Zhang treated your eyes while you were asleep, and she has gone to rest now." Ling Guang explained.
"Oh, I see." Iris nodded, then fell silent.
"Also, I am not a Dream Eagle, my name is Ling Guang." Ling Guang corrected.
Iris was slightly startled, thinking to herself, "So she's not a Dream Eagle, why can she enter my dreams? What's going on?"
Iris didn't understand and didn't want to figure it out. Anyway, her body condition was very good now, and she didn't need to think about any problems.
"Are you hungry?" Ling Guang asked.
"A little..." Iris nodded, her stomach indeed a bit hungry.
Ling Guang put down the sewing needlework in her hand and placed her hand in front of Iris, "Will you eat by yourself, or shall I feed you?"
"I'll do it myself." Iris extended her small tongue and licked her lips.
Ling Guang found Iris's actions a bit funny, her tongue was indeed adorable.
Iris brought her mouth close to Ling Guang's wrist, opened her mouth, and began gently sucking. Her small mouth was soft and warm, and biting down on it felt different. Ling Guang smiled as she gently caressed Iris's hair.
Iris felt a warm liquid flowing into her throat, and a sweet taste filled her heart, making her feel relaxed both physically and mentally. After eating their fill, Ling Guang led Iris for a walk in the yard to aid digestion, and her eyes were full of doting affection for Iris.
Ling Guang casually picked a big orange, peeled it, and handed it to Iris, saying, "Try the oranges Auntie grew."
Iris took the orange and took a bite. The orange juice was sweet and refreshing, melting in her mouth, incredibly delicious and delightful, leaving her full of praise.
The two walked along a path and soon reached a road paved with bluestones, with an arch bridge connecting both sides. The trees on both sides of the road were lush, emitting a faint silver glow under the moonlight, looking incredibly beautiful.
At the end of the road, there was a pavilion with several palace lanterns hanging, but Iris couldn't see this picturesque view. She could only rely on Ling Guang's description to imagine the scene.
Iris followed Ling Guang into the pavilion and sat on a stone bench, quietly enjoying the tranquility while looking out at the lake.
"Ling Guang, what kind of race are you? Auntie's blood is gentle and cool, while your blood is warm and resilient. I have tasted the blood of countless races but have never encountered blood as peculiar as yours." Iris looked at Ling Guang and asked.
Upon hearing Iris's words, Ling Guang was momentarily taken aback, then changed the topic and asked, "For you, which blood is more delicious, mine or Meng Zhang's?"
Iris was not intellectually disabled; of course, she would tailor her words to her audience. In a situation where the strength was vastly different, Iris's answer had to satisfy the other party. Otherwise, she would be in trouble, and Iris didn't want to be beaten.
There was once a sesame glutinous rice ball who was like this. If she wasn't satisfied with the answer, she would be beaten; if she was satisfied, she would spare you. If you couldn't give a satisfying answer, she would continue to beat you until she was satisfied with your answer.
Iris was scared to death by that sesame glutinous rice ball, so naturally, she dared not speak against the other party's wishes.
"Of course, Aunt Ling Guang's blood is more delicious!" Iris answered without hesitation, nodding vigorously.
When Ling Guang heard this, a smile appeared on her face. She felt incredibly pleased in her heart. She didn't expect Iris to answer so straightforwardly and decisively, without any hesitation. The only regret was that Iris didn't call her mother but aunt.
"I'm glad you like my blood. I will feed you every day, just like Meng Zhang." Ling Guang hugged Iris and spoke softly.
Upon hearing this, Iris felt a strange emotion rising in her heart. She didn't expect this Aunt Ling Guang to be so gentle.
Previously, Iris made fun of Ling Guang and even insulted her, but she didn't expect that the other party not only didn't bother her but also let her suck her blood. This made Iris feel guilty.
If it were the sesame glutinous rice ball, she would remember it for a lifetime. Then she would find ways to torture you and make you pay for your mistakes.
Basically, she would spare your life if she had fun, but if she was unhappy, she would make you taste all the world's tortures.
"Aunt, what kind of race are you?" Iris raised her head and asked.
"It's a secret," Ling Guang smiled.
This answer was exactly the same as Auntie's. It seemed that they didn't want Iris to know their identity.
Iris curled her lips and said, "Okay then, I won't ask anymore."
Seeing Iris being so obedient and sensible, Ling Guang felt very relieved. She caressed Iris's small head gently and said tenderly, "I'll make you something delicious tomorrow morning."
"Mm-hmm, thank you, Auntie." Iris nodded heavily.
