Not long ago, a myth suddenly spread in the city.
It is said that when the moon is full, if you play that tune near the sea, you can summon the mythical dragon.
The statement about this matter was true or false, but Jiang Zhixuan knew that it was true, because he saw with his own eyes that when he played the tune on the harmonica, a red dragon jumped up from the sea, and its dazzling red dragon scales glowed faintly in the moonlight.
In the blink of an eye, Chilong had changed his appearance and approached him.
It was a girl who was as beautiful as jade, but her face could not be seen clearly.
"Are you my little fiancé?"
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Wedding night.
Jiang Zhixuan pressed the little girl against the bed and his voice was a bit coaxing: "Good boy, Lele, call me brother A Xuan again."
The little girl opened her eyes wide: "But I am 500 years older than you, you should call me sister."
Jiang Zhixuan smiled softly: "Sister."
The little girl looked away and blushed.
Intention: pure love