My Dragon Pen Pal and Me

[A cute, adorable little sugary short story. I'll start posting it soon, and once I do, I'll finish it. Please add it to your favorites so I can get started, quq]

Zou Ping is a miserable corporate drone who wakes up every day and immediately cosplays as a workhorse.

The good news: He transmigrates to a magical world.

Even better news: Transmigration comes with a golden finger!

Now he speaks every language on the continent, and has inherited the cooking and medical skills from his old world. All he has to do is tend the flowers and teach a few students. Life couldn't be more comfortable, and even his heart condition from his old world has stopped acting up.

Wahaha! It's so good he could laugh in his sleep.

Until one day, Zou Ping is enjoying his usual peaceful, reclusive life, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge.

He looks up and sees a magnificent dragon.

Dazed, Zou Ping rubs his eyes. The magical world really hasn't let him down.

The next second, he is suddenly lifted into the air.

As the dragon grabs him, Zou Ping thinks: ...Am I flying?

Herbert is a long-lived dragon, over six hundred years old. According to unreliable rumors, he is greedy and cunning, a dragon feared throughout the continent of Bern.

The kind that can stop a child crying at night.

He owns one territory, three human empires (conquered), one dragon fortress, six cities, four half-elf prisoners, thirty-five dwarves, six mages, and six allied races...

So, despite being unbelievably wealthy and having plenty going for him, everyone keeps their distance.

Zou Ping is no exception.

But instead of being torn apart and eaten as a snack, as he expected, his daily life goes like this:

Day one at the dragon's lair: He gets licked.

Day two at the dragon's lair: He gets licked.

Day three at the dragon's lair: He gets licked.

On day thirty, Zou Ping breaks down. He still hasn't escaped his workhorse cosplay, and now he's started cosplaying as the dragon's little baby too!

Then he hears countless people in the lair address him in unison as "the lord's wife."

Zou Ping stares up at the sky: ...Fine, guess I'm cosplaying a new role now.

That night, hiding in a corner of the dragon's lair to avoid being licked, he unexpectedly finds an antique yet exquisite little box. Inside lie countless familiar letters.

They seem to be long letters he wrote by hand, from childhood through his youth, to an unknown pen pal.

And the recipient's name, translated from the magical language, is none other than

Herbert Lewin.

Dragon: Wife, let's play a game. You only have to answer "know" or "don't know." Do you know that I'm over six hundred years old?

Zou Ping: I know.

Dragon: Then do you know that I just entered maturity?

Zou Ping: I don't know.

The dragon's eyes darken: Then do you know that dragons seek a mate when they reach maturity?

Zou Ping: ...

Dragon: Wife, you didn't answer me. I have to punish you! (pounces)

P.S. A purely heartwarming story. An optimistic, ordinary human transmigrator versus an evil, cunning dragon. The dragon is wicked, but his feelings are pure. Everyday pure romance, sweet and short.

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