The Magic Lamp I Picked up Only Loves Me

When I picked up the magic lamp, I thought I had won 10 million. I squatted in the corner of the old city of Egypt and picked up a pot from a pile of scrap metal. The copper kettle is very new, with a very delicate pattern and a "3" engraved on it. I traced it with lipstick, and the 3 became an 8. Put the copper kettle up again, and 8 becomes ∞. Infinite wishes. I felt like the luckiest ordinary girl in the world. The djinn became my exclusive male god. He cooks, walks the dog, is always available, and is obedient to me. I thought this was the beginning of the sweet pet article, until he said—— "What I'm afraid of is not the darkness, but the uncertainty now." Only then did I realize that what the lipstick drew was not an infinity symbol, but a lock. He's been on the run for thousands of years, and I don't want to let go. Does the magic lamp not love people? It didn't matter at all, because he couldn't run away. This is not a "he fell in love with me" story. This is a "he had to be nice to me" story. Sweetness is real, and so is the knife. ——After all, whose magic lantern is not afraid that its owner will make it eat shit?