The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 2

And just like that, Ethan became a new member of my household.

At first, my parents worried he was bad news, but after meeting him once, they sang his praises.

Ethan learned things incredibly fast and was remarkably talented.

He could repeat books he'd read once nearly word for word.

Songs he'd heard once, he could sing perfectly.

Following recipes, he could prepare an entire feast of exquisite dishes.

Every time he brought me lunch in a container, he'd attract whispers from young women.

At least three top-tier talent agents approached me wanting to sign him as an entertainer.

This Ethan was flawless from head to toe.

Except for his aversion to lotus root.

I once joked that he must have been a loach in his past life, which is why he avoided lotus root like the plague in this one.

"I'm not a loach."

Ethan had rebutted seriously: "I'm a dragon."

"Right, right, you're a dragon. My little dragon."

I'd humored him, rubbing his cheeks and running my hand along his thigh: "Let me feel your little dragon tail."

Ethan had trembled, suddenly grabbing my hand: "My tail... it really likes you."

I'd naturally assumed he meant the middle "tail," and immediately pulled him close for an afternoon of fun.

At the time I thought it was just flirting.

Now I realized he'd been setting me up from the very beginning.

Dragon, indeed.

If I ever see him again, this lady will show him what a dead dragon looks like!