I don't want to be a dragon maid!

Shelley blinked and said with some doubt.

"He's been coughing constantly! I've been watching Lord Shelley closely. He coughs every five to ten minutes, each cough lasting five to ten seconds, and it's accompanied by slight body twitches..."

Noah approached Shelley again, and she spoke earnestly.

"I remember these details clearly, including the expression on Lord Shelley's face every time he coughed, and I dream about it every night!"

"You perverted maid, stop having these weird dreams!!"

Shelley blushed and said with a displeased expression.

"I can't help it, because I'm really worried about Lord Shelley!"

Noah's pale golden eyes held a hint of disappointment as she spoke softly.

"I'm so worried that I dream about Lord Shelley every day."

Noah, are you that worried about me?

Shelley scratched her cheek, a tender look appearing in her eyes.

"Yes, if no matter how much Shelley coughs, her chest doesn't bounce back, it means she's malnourished. If she's malnourished, she can only remain as short as a toddler."

Noah covered her head, her face contorted in pain.

"But I don't know much about loli body types, what am I going to do if I can't think of new clothes for them?! Ugh!!!"

"Get out! You perverted maid! So that's what you were worried about!"

Shelley puffed out her cheeks, her face turning pale with anger, and kicked Noah in the shin.

"Lord Shelley, I'm really thinking of you! Doesn't Lord Shelley want a figure with a curvaceous bust and buttocks?"

Noah cupped his chest, and Shelley stared wide-eyed at the gently swaying breasts. She subconsciously touched her own flat chest and couldn't help but swallow.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Trouble of Giving Shelley Herbal Medicine

"Having big breasts is nothing special! Being sexy is nothing special! A woman's charm is not just about her figure!"

Shelley looked up, her gaze elsewhere, and said awkwardly.

"But... Noah, do you really want that soup to have that effect? ​​I was just asking, I didn't mean it that way."

“Lord Shelley, of course, when have I, Noah, ever lied to you, but…”

Noah said hesitantly.

Shelley may need to suffer a little.

"Bitterness? What kind of bitterness? Noah, you didn't put some weird stuff in this medicine, did you?"

Shelley looked at Noah, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"This herbal medicine is just that—herbal medicine. The bitterness is exactly what it sounds like..."

Noah gave a helpless smile.

“Lord Shelley, you know that Noah would never harm you.”

"That's true. How could you, you silly maid, possibly harm me?"

Shelley nodded, a faint smile on her face, and sat down in her chair, speaking softly.

"I'll drink the medicine. Noah, do you have a bowl?"

"I'm all ready."

As if by magic, Noah produced a small, dark bowl filled with medicinal soup from behind him, then took out a spoon, scooped out a portion, and gently blew on it to cool it down.

“Come, Lord Shelley, ah…”

Noah handed the chilled medicinal soup to Shelley, her face glowing with a gentle maternal warmth.

"Noah, what's going on?"

Shelley paused for a moment.

“Lady Shelley fed me pudding before, and now it’s my turn to feed Lady Shelley.”

Noah said with a smile.

“Come, Lord Shelley, ah…”

Seeing that Noah had said all that, Shelley saw no reason to refuse. She gently bit the spoon and slowly drank the liquid.

"Waaah!"

Almost simultaneously, Shelley let out a scream. She lowered her head and spat the saliva-filled medicine onto the ground. Shelley stuck out her little tongue like a puppy, and it kept twitching.

"Noah, Noah, my tongue seems to have disappeared..."

"Lord Shelley, I have prepared honey water and milk. Which would you like to drink first?"

As if she had expected this, Noah took out two water jugs and placed them in front of Shelley, saying with a smile.

"Noah, you're not trying to mess with me on purpose, are you?"

Shelley glared at Noah, puffing out her cheeks and speaking with a disgruntled expression.

"Lord Shelley, didn't I tell you? Will I suffer a little bit?"

Noah scooped up some hot soup from her cup and said with a hint of helplessness.

"However, I didn't expect Lord Shelley to react so strongly. Anyway, Lord Shelley, please rinse your mouth with some honey water first, and then we'll continue with the medicinal soup!"

"I'm not drinking it! It's so bitter, how can I drink it?"

Shelley looked at the medicine in Noah's bowl, her lips twitched, and she quickly turned her head away, loudly refusing.

"Really? Then Lady Shelley might stay in a child's body her whole life and never be able to be a mature woman."

Noah waved her hands, pouted, and whispered.

"Mature woman..."

Shelley's body trembled. She seemed to remember something, slowly turned her head, and looked at Noah. Her jewel-like eyes seemed to glisten with tears.

"Oh, Lord Shelley? What's wrong?"

Noah was slightly taken aback when she saw Shelley's expression, and quickly said something.

"Noah, if I really never grow up, will you abandon me and become someone else's maid?"

Shelley, unlike her usual haughty self, trembled slightly, and her beautiful face showed sadness, making her look extremely delicate and pitiful.

"How could that be? Lady Shelley, I love how she looks! She's so small, she looks like a little animal, so cute!"

Noah was hit right in the head by Shelley's expression, and she said in a panic.

"Shelley, who is as cute as a little animal, is my favorite."

"But Noah... I don't have a curvy figure, my chest is flat."

Shelley hesitated for a moment, then continued speaking in a pitiful manner.

“How could that be, Lord Shelley? This figure is the most perfect, not too big or too small, every detail of the body is as perfect as if it were sculpted by an artist.”

Noah gave a thumbs up and said earnestly.

"So, Noah, do you like it?"

Shelley lowered her head and asked softly.

"Of course I love her. I love everything about Lady Shelley the most. I will take care of Lady Shelley for the rest of my life..."

Noah then realized that she seemed to have stepped into Shelley's trap.

Shelley lowered her head, fiddled with her fingers, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Then I'm fine."

"Lord Shelley, what about this medicinal soup..."

Noah held the soup bowl in her hands and spoke carefully.

"I won't drink it, even if I stay like this for the rest of my life..."

Shelley looked up at Noah, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter, her voice carrying a hint of joy and a touch of pride.

"Even if no one likes me as I am, there will be some silly idiot who will jump out and say that he likes everything about me."

Upon hearing this, Noah nearly choked on his own saliva.

Shelley seemed even more smug. She deliberately drew out her words and spoke loudly.

"Fool!"

Crit!

This was the first time Noah had ever been so embarrassed; she felt her face burning up to the core.

Shelley's condition wasn't much better. Although her expression appeared calm, her trembling body and the wisps of smoke slowly rising from her head betrayed her true condition.

You lose 800 to harm the enemy, but lose 1000 to harm yourself.

"Lord Shelley, are you really unwilling to drink the medicine?"

The blush on Noah's face had not yet faded as she continued to persuade him.

"Noah, I know you mean well, but I still don't like drinking things that are too bitter..."

Shelley avoided Noah's gaze, looking away as she spoke softly.

"Of course, Noah, if you can grant me one wish, I might be able to tolerate it?"

"What is Lord Shelley's wish?"

Noah asked curiously.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but consider it a wish you owe me, and I'll make it come true when I have the chance in the future."

Shelley looked at Noah and muttered softly,

Noah's heart softened when she saw Shelley like this.

Lady Shelley wants to establish a new connection with me; she still cares about me a lot.