The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 4

Ethan cried even harder. Tears fell like pearls.

I hurried to comfort him: "I have no relationship with him at all. He was just my blind date, he helped me, got his clothes dirty so I..."

"You went on a blind date!"

Ethan's beautiful eyes widened, tears threatening to spill over again.

My survival instinct kicked in stronger than ever. I quickly threw my mom under the bus: "It was my mother."

"She tricked me into thinking I was meeting a friend."

"I only found out it was a blind date when I got there. Could I just rudely turn and walk away?"

I silently apologized to my mother 180 times.

Ethan calmed down slightly.

This dragon was quite reasonable: "No, you couldn't."

But he quickly caught on: "Why did your mother arrange a blind date for you?"

"Because..."

My brain worked rapidly: "You haven't appeared in so long, she thought we... broke up."

Ethan asked: "You didn't explain to them?"

Well, I actually hadn't explained.

Because even I thought we'd broken up.

After all, who could have imagined that the seemingly human boyfriend lying beside you was actually a dragon?

"Liar!"

Ethan bit his lower lip and turned to dive into the bathtub.

His hair, which he hadn't cut in ages, had grown quite long and floated on the water, swaying as his head moved.

Clearly he was sulking.

Big lies spawned little lies—chasing after your husband leads to cremation.

I sighed, stepped into the bathtub, and straddled that large tail.

Ethan's eyes widened as his blue tail flushed slightly red, as if it had been cooked.

"Ethan, little dragon."

I coaxed him: "I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?"

After coaxing this "delicate" handsome dragon for a while, he finally reluctantly lifted his head from the water.

Though his chin remained slightly raised in pride, his actions showed he was still upset.

Ethan's tail couldn't retract yet. I wrapped thick towels around his large tail, carefully drying it bit by bit.

The cool dragon tail gradually began to warm up again.

Just as I reached out, Ethan let out a low hum, the scales on his belly closing tightly.

As if hiding some treasure inside.

Could it be...

"Ethan."

I looked nervously at that mysterious area: "Is the baby in there?"

"Of course not."

Ethan seemed a bit flustered, pulling the towel to wrap himself tightly, refusing to let me see anymore.

I withdrew my gaze with regret.

Not noticing that a certain little dragon's face had flushed red all the way to his neck.