Watching an entire herd of plump prey passing right in front of him, every muscle fiber rolling beneath the thick skin, the smell of fresh meat along with the hot breath of wild beasts wafting in the wind, the Black Dragon was so excited that he almost dashed straight forward, his drool on the verge of dripping out to wet Jasmine's dress hem.
Fortunately, Jasmine had mentally prepared beforehand. Quick-eyed and deft-handed, she scooped the Black Dragon into her arms with one hand, then tightly hugged his struggling round belly with both hands, preventing the Black Dragon's reckless hunting behavior.
