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The Ancient Dragon Lord's Chosen One
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The light in the second-hand market was dim, and Lin Xiyao, dressed in a white top and casual jeans, squatted in front of a stall, her fingertips fiddling with some ancient trinkets.
"Young lady, have you found something you like?" The stall owner squinted his eyes into slits, smiling as he noticed her presence.
Lin Xiyao didn’t look up; she simply picked up a dusty jade pendant. The pendant featured a vividly carved dragon pattern that seemed almost alive, as if it could leap off the surface.
"How much for this?"
The pendant was only the size of her thumb. As her fingers brushed over the dragon design, the jade inexplicably grew warm, as if shy.
"Ah, good eye! This is Han Dynasty Ancient Jade, worth at least three thousand—"
"Thirty." She interrupted him with a firm tone.
"This..." The stall owner's mouth twitched before he finally relented. "Fifty, that's the lowest I can go."
Lin Xiyao paid him and stuffed the pendant into her pocket. As she turned to leave, she didn’t notice the stall owner staring at her back, a strange smile slowly spreading across his face.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
Lin Xiyao walked out, drying her hair and humming an off-key tune.
"I need to fix that broken air conditioner tomorrow..."
She mumbled to herself, then looked up and froze.
—There was a man lying on her bed.
His black hair was like ink, his skin pale and cool, and he was strikingly handsome to the point of being almost otherworldly.
He lay with his eyes closed, his eyelashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. He wore a loosely draped dark-patterned robe that hung open at the collar, revealing sharply defined collarbones.
"Wh-what person?!"
She stumbled back, grabbing a vase from the table, her voice trembling.
The man suddenly opened his eyes.
—They were deep black orbs, exuding an inexplicable allure.
Lin Xiyao's throat tightened, her fingers gripping the vase tightly.
(Who is he?! How did he get in?!)
(Calm down... Calm down! Call the police first... No, run first—)
But her legs felt as if they were weighed down with lead, unable to move.
The man slowly sat up, his gaze locking onto her, his voice deep and husky.
"It was you who awakened me."
"I? I didn't!" Her voice rose in pitch, and the vase crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
(What the hell... What the hell!)
(What is going on?!)
The man raised his hand, palm up.
The jade pendant she had carelessly tossed on the table suddenly floated into the air, landing in Qiu Mo Xuan's hand. He clenched the pendant tightly, and it instantly shattered into fragments.
A strand of golden light shot out, wrapping around Lin Xiyao's wrist, ultimately coalescing into a dragon pattern that resembled a bracelet from a distance.
Lin Xiyao was stunned by the scene before her; it was just too surreal.
"The contract is sealed."
He stood up and approached her, his tall figure looming over her as he pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
"From this day forth, your life belongs to me."
Lin Xiyao's breath caught in her throat.
(A contract? My life belongs to him?!)
(What kind of joke is this?!)
"W-what exactly are you?!"
He lowered his gaze to her, his black eyes swirling with arrogance and a hint of interest.
"Qiu Mo Xuan," he said casually, "or you can call me—Long Jun."
Half an hour later.
Lin Xiyao huddled in the corner of the sofa, staring intently at Qiu Mo Xuan—the man who claimed to be Long Jun—standing at her front door, expressionless as he crushed the lock to her home.
"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, jumping up.
"Merely removing a mortal's obstruction," he replied flatly, as if brushing away a speck of dust.
"Wait! You can't just move in like this!"
Qiu Mo Xuan scanned the cramped apartment, his brow slightly furrowed.
"The spiritual energy here is thin, but it's barely livable."
"I'm not inviting you!"
He suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing.
"Contractor, you are now bound to me by blood."
"If you stray more than three days from me, you will die."
Lin Xiyao froze.
(...What?)
(Is he threatening me?)
(No, wait... his gaze... doesn't seem to be lying.)
Her fingertips unconsciously brushed over the dragon pattern on her wrist, and she couldn't help but admire its beauty. Lin Xiyao wanted to ask why.
Qiu Mo Xuan stopped explaining, waving his hand, causing the curtains to flutter without wind.
He walked toward the only bedroom and tossed out a casual remark:
"Tomorrow, buy a bigger bed."
Lin Xiyao: "..." What is this? Forced cohabitation?!
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