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How to Make a Dragon Fall in Love with Me
墨書 Inktalez
My world has become fantastical.
At this moment, I watched in disbelief as the "egg" in front of me transformed into a man.
It turns out that one should not be too curious.
Just a moment ago, I had discovered an egg among many that looked different from the others.
Its shell was a deeper color than a normal egg, and it wasn't the typical oval shape; both ends were much blunter, making it look round and somewhat cute.
It was also larger in size, but if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice. The surface of the shell was a bit rougher and not as smooth as the other eggs.
"This little thing looks quite strange."
I picked it up and gave it a shake; it felt quite heavy.
Without suspicion, even though this egg looked odd, I took it as a good sign.
"I'm going to eat you today."
Humming a little tune while thinking about my thesis, I happily began to cook.
I am not particularly talented, just working at A University in the History Department. Yes, that's right, the A University that ranks among the top ten in the country.
I am a Doctoral Supervisor, recognized on campus as the youngest and most attractive academic and professor.
But that doesn't stop me from being a bit scatterbrained in life.
Sure enough, when everything seemed fine, an unexpected event occurred.
What my ancestors said was indeed true: one cannot focus on two things at once. Today, I proved this with a painful lesson. While chopping vegetables, I carelessly cut my finger, and blood quickly began to flow.
I had no time to think about anything else and hurriedly turned to grab a Band-Aid.
In my panic, the blood that spilled from my hand dripped onto the cutting board, splattering onto the eggshells. The scene was almost unbearable to look at; anyone who didn’t know better might think it was a crime scene.
Then...
When I finished applying the Band-Aid and turned back around, I saw a faint blue light emanating from the area where the eggs that should have been broken were placed.
Immediately, the air in front of me seemed to start distorting, reminiscent of the heat rising from the ground on a scorching summer day, making everything appear hazy and surreal.
Suddenly, a blinding light appeared, and I quickly squinted and raised my hand to shield my eyes.
Once everything settled down, I slowly lowered my arm and looked in amazement at the changes in the room.
There stood a person quietly in the sunlight streaming through the window, with the halo illuminating his fluttering eyelashes, handsome profile, and broad shoulders. In the air, fragments floated vaguely, shimmering with colors that complemented each other like a fairyland.
With my years of experience as a professor at A University dealing with older children, I maintained an outward calm while feeling frantic inside. Expressionless, I walked up to him:
"Who are you?"
The man was dressed in an anachronistic cloud-patterned black robe, with sharp features and strikingly handsome eyes.
He looked at me calmly, his emotions showing little fluctuation, and the air around us seemed to thicken slightly due to his indifference.
Because of the backlighting, I couldn't see the expression on his face, which heightened my unease.
After a while without receiving an answer, I could no longer resist the urge to reach for my phone to call the police.
Just as I took a step forward, the man moved.
He lightly touched his left shoulder with his right hand and bowed slightly in a respectful manner.
"Contractor."
Me: !!!
"Is your name Beiqing?"
Adhering to a friendly approach, I offered what I thought was a polite smile and extended my hand.
"Hello, hello, I'm Ming Wuhe."
However, this guy merely glanced at me with disdain before casually shifting his gaze away.
An egg is so arrogant that I lost my temper, withdrew my hand angrily, and shot him a glance without leaving a trace.
I still can't fully digest what I just saw. Setting aside the talk of ghosts and monsters, I can only reluctantly entertain the idea that this is some Egg Spirit from who knows where, or perhaps simply referred to as Chicken Essence?
However, he does have quite an interesting appearance, and I looked at him with a hint of amusement.
The more I thought about it, the more off track I became. I quickly cleared my throat and asked seriously:
"Ahem, what did you just call me, Contractor?"
Chicken Essence finally reacted, letting out a reluctant "hm" from his nose.
He must really dislike me.
I pouted and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to chase him away with a broom.
Right now, I had a thousand questions swirling in my mind, which ultimately condensed into one: "What species are you, a chicken or a duck?"
His expression changed dramatically, becoming quite colorful.
His sharp eyebrows raised slightly, and his handsome eyes seemed to say, "How did I end up with someone like you?"
Asking a man if he is a duck is indeed somewhat insulting. Realizing I had misspoken, I awkwardly touched my nose, feeling guilty for my unintentional slip.
The room fell silent for a moment.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up and down at this unexpected guest, trying to discern something from him.
As I scrutinized him, I noticed his attire.
He was dressed in typical ancient clothing, with wide sleeves and a long robe. His long hair was tied up with a hollow gold crown, and two strands of hair hung by his ears, giving him the appearance of a refined young gentleman.
I studied his outfit closely, feeling a sense of superiority from my expertise.
However, when it came to his shoes... I shifted my gaze downward to his footwear, and my expression became hard to describe.
After hesitating for a moment, I finally spoke up:
"Your clothes and shoes..."
Upon hearing this, he elegantly tugged at his sleeve and glanced down, revealing the athletic shoes that had been partially hidden.
The combination of the two created a strange sense of advanced backwardness.
How peculiar; I shivered slightly.
Beiqing did not explain anything to me but instead stood up and strolled around my home with his hands behind his back.
He surveyed the surroundings with a hint of disdain in his eyes, seemingly disapproving of how small my place was.
After a long while, this esteemed ancestor finally spoke.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
??? My home can't accommodate a Buddha like you.
Caught off guard by his sudden question, my mind went blank.
"Uh, Chicken Essence, I mean not a Buddha... uh..."
I quickly shut my mouth and slapped my hand over it, accidentally letting slip what I really thought.
The atmosphere fell into a dead silence.
His expression darkened instantly upon hearing my words, and he shot me a sideways glance before turning to head upstairs.
I felt uneasy and restless inside.
Just imagine, a strange man with an odd temperament suddenly appearing in the home of a woman living alone—who wouldn't be alarmed?
After weighing my options, I quickly grabbed my keys and phone, planning to lock him inside while I called the police as he was still on the second floor.
Just as I turned the doorknob, a long, pale hand suddenly appeared to hold the door shut, no matter how hard I pushed, it wouldn't budge.
Then a deep voice sounded behind me:
"Where are you going?"
How did he get here? I was in a panic, turning to press against the door for a sense of security, forcing a professional smile on my face.
"I'm just... going to buy something to eat."
He stared at me in silence, his gaze deep, as if he could see through all my thoughts.
His tall figure loomed over me, and I felt cold sweat trickling down as I feared that he might lash out at any moment.
After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly, his expression inscrutable.
"I won't hurt you."
I thought to myself, "Yeah right."
He released his grip on the door and said calmly, "You are my Contractor. My fate will change along with yours. In short, if you get hurt, I will also be hurt."
Hearing this, I looked at him with skepticism; he didn't flinch. I felt a bit swayed.
After much contemplation, I decided to test his words.
I walked straight to the kitchen and picked up the knife that had previously cut me.
Gritting my teeth, I steeled myself and drew the blade across my other finger.
"Hiss—" Two pained cries sounded simultaneously. "Crazy woman, what are you doing?" Beiqing gritted his teeth, the words spilling out through clenched jaws, his tone filled with a hatred that seemed ready to crush me.
He arrived a moment too late, unable to stop my mad actions, and his emotions finally shifted due to what I had done.
I gasped in pain, turning my head to see his hand.
Unfortunately, his wide sleeves completely concealed it, making it impossible to catch a glimpse.
However, I soon noticed something unusual at the cuff.
The crescent-shaped white embroidery on the sleeve was slowly being stained by a vivid red, blooming like a flamboyant flower.
It seemed that the wound had bled and dripped down.
Finally feeling relieved, I exhaled a breath of stale air and, enduring the pain in my hand, said with a playful grin:
"Verification."
I knew I must look just like a little thug who had gotten away with something bad.
"You'll sleep in the guest room." My mood lifted as I walked past him, leaving behind a carefree silhouette.
Without the anxiety weighing on me, even my breathing felt much easier.
"Oh right," I suddenly remembered, "You should change out of that bizarre outfit. I don't want our neighbors to be scared by your fashion sense."
I smiled proudly and, regardless of the still frowning Beiqing, went back inside to tend to my wounds.
As I applied the medicine in my room, the scene from earlier replayed in my mind over and over, causing my movements to unconsciously slow down.
This person had an unknown background, an unidentified species, and acted strangely.
What was his purpose for coming here?
With a head full of questions that led to no conclusions, I grew somewhat irritated and finally decided to push it all aside.
What I didn't know was that while I was troubled by Beiqing, he stood with his hands behind his back in the living room, gazing at the closed door of my room with an inscrutable expression.
To disguise this suddenly appearing unknown entity, I spent a fortune renovating him from head to toe.
Now his appearance was hardly different from that of a normal modern person.
To the outside world, I simply claimed that this man was my cousin from my hometown.
"Tomorrow I'm going to school. You'd better not go out while I'm not home to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."
I planned to visit the library tomorrow during work hours to see if I could find any clues related to Beiqing.
He responded to my words with his usual indifference:
"Okay."
The next day, I woke up early and hurriedly packed to leave.
When I arrived at the classroom, there was just one minute left before class started. Today, there were only two classes in the morning, which meant I had most of the day to spend in the library.
Before heading to the library, I subtly asked some questions to my colleagues in the office.
They were all experienced teachers with many years of teaching, and they had significant expertise in the field of history. However, they couldn't provide satisfactory answers to my nonsensical inquiries.
"Wuhe, have you encountered something?" My former mentor, Zong Haishan, noticed something unusual.
I quickly waved my hand and smiled, saying, "No, no, teacher. I'm just curious and asking casually."
Seeing me insistently explain, he could only nod and let it go.
"If there's anything you need, feel free to tell me. Perhaps this old man can still be of help."
His words carried a deeper meaning, but I took it as a sign of concern from a respected teacher for his student.
Once I entered the library, I used a black pen as a hairpin to tie up my hair properly, planning to stay for a while longer.
It wasn't until the evening sunlight streamed into the library that I realized how late it had become.
I had gone through all the relevant texts in my memory but found no clues whatsoever.
By now it was nearly eleven o'clock, and the library began to clear out. I hurriedly tidied up my desk, returned the books to their places, nodded at the teacher overseeing the library, and then left.
The summer in City C is hot, even at night.
As the sun sets, it is replaced by the bright moon on the horizon. On the campus path, boys ride by on bicycles, and sweet couples whisper to each other under the trees, while the cicadas occasionally chirp from the old tree.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of grass mixed with a hint of earth, and I can't help but smile.
I called for a ride on my phone, but it will take some time to arrive, so I stroll leisurely along the path.
When I reach the entrance, I see a familiar yet unexpected figure.
"What are you doing here?" I ask in surprise.
Beiqing is wearing the black short-sleeve shirt I bought for him, with both hands in his pockets.
He glances over my shoulder and raises his hand toward me. Startled by his action, I turn around.
"Don't move," he says emotionlessly.
I freeze in place, unsure where to look as he reaches behind me.
His arm passes closely in front of me, so close that if I blinked, my eyelashes would brush against his skin. I can even see the fine hairs and veins on his arm.
Having never been this close to a man in my twenty-eight years of being single, I quickly hold my breath and dare not blink; my ears suddenly feel hot.
After a moment, I feel my head tilt slightly as my hair is blown loose by the wind.
He retracted his hand, revealing a pen in it.
"Ah," I exclaimed softly, taking the pen back and placing it in my bag.
Having stayed too long in the library, I forgot that I still had a pen tucked in my hair.
"I'm here to pick you up," he said, answering my question. I was no longer surprised that he could always know my location, just like the Beidou Navigation System.
"Why are you picking me up?"
He tilted his head and looked at me as if I were foolish.
"It's too late."
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