The Cannon Fodder I Transmigrated Into a Book, and the Mad Dragon I Stole from the Heroine

[Sweet romance + devoted couples + transmigrate into a book + contrasting heroines + on-screen comments + dinosaur beast world]

[Half-meter, teasing Microraptor × fifteen-meter, unhinged Tyrannosaurus | cling close to survive × claimed after all | extreme size difference]

Wangshu transmigrates into a beast-world novel as a minor Microraptor character.

In the original story, she’ll be treated like a plaything by predators and eventually starve to death in the wilderness. Worse still, a new hunting law decrees that any weak species not claimed by a neck bite within thirty sunsets will be considered fair game.

Her only golden finger appears when she gets within three meters of Mo Xuan, the Tyrannosaurus chieftain.

On the day of the audience, Wangshu “accidentally” tumbles beneath his enormous claw.

[Mo Xuan: Too small. It’d get stuck in my teeth. So why do I want to hold her in my mouth?]

Wangshu backs away, trembling, and promises softly, “Don’t worry, Chief. I won’t get in your way again.”

In the original story, Mo Xuan hates all female dragons and makes an exception only for Zhaolu.

Wangshu knows better than to fool herself. She uses the on-screen comments to avoid danger and relies on his scent to survive, but never pursues him.

When his scent is about to fade, she obediently lowers her eyes.

“If you don’t want to claim me, that’s fine. I’ll ask Ji Huai.”

That night, a huge shadow blocks the entrance to her cave.

“Ask who?”

Wangshu curls into a ball with tears in her eyes. “Anyone… I won’t bother you.”

A heavy breath bears down on her, and fangs press against the soft nape of her neck.

“Say that again.”

The next time, Ji Huai publicly offers to claim Wangshu.

With ten thousand dragons watching, Mo Xuan crushes the rock platform beneath his feet, gathers the little frost-white dragon in his massive claw, and bows his head to bite a female dragon’s nape for the first time.

“Too late.”

“She’s already claimed.”

On the surface: a soft, doomed extra × a cold-blooded tyrant

In reality: a clear-headed flirt × an out-of-control mad dragon

[Both are physically and emotionally devoted: Mo Xuan has never touched another female dragon, and in her previous life, Wangshu flirted but never got involved.]

Mo Xuan’s daily routine: If anyone takes her more than three meters away, bite them.