The appearance of amber was undoubtedly a huge relief for Yin Ming—

Lingyao's gaze was drawn to the little fox, and he unconsciously loosened his grip on Yin Ming.

Yin Ming was thus able to push the other person's body away to some distance, and then nimbly rolled to the side and stood up from the ground.

Seeing that the other party had broken free from his grasp, Lingyao straightened up. Unexpectedly, no matter where his hand moved, Amber would follow, rubbing and licking.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

Lingyao couldn't understand its beast language, so it could only frown slightly and look at Yin Ming.

Yin Ming had already signed a contract with the amber, so he could more or less sense what it wanted to express.

"There's a companion inside the ring... Would you like to play with it?"

Yin Ming carefully examined the ring on Ling Yao's hand, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, reminding him of the long-forgotten vengeful dragon egg.

That's right, Lingyao has already fused with both spiritual and resentful energies, so it's indeed time for the Resentful Dragon to make its appearance.

Without Yin Ming's prompting, Ling Yao, having heard his translation, had already taken out the dragon egg whose surface was filled with spiritual and resentful energy.

The true energy on the eggshell grew increasingly dense, almost solidifying. Under the watchful eyes of the two people and the beast, a small black head broke out of the shell not long afterward.

The little black dragon, carrying a small eggshell atop its head, opened its tiny mouth, revealing a pink tongue, and let out a soft "Awoo~"

What's even more captivating is its sweet, childlike voice, which melted Yin Ming's heart.

How could it be so cute! The embarrassment of almost losing his virginity just now was completely forgotten. Yin Ming reached out and poked the little dragon's head with a smile. It was soft!

"Ah Yao, have you decided what to name it?"

Ling Yao glanced at Yin Ming's actions with a shallow look in her eyes and said indifferently, "No."

Upon hearing this, Yin Ming crossed his arms and pretended to ponder for a few seconds before finally uttering the two words that had been on his mind for a while: "How about... we call it Mengmeng?"

It's not that Yin Ming had his own ulterior motives; it's just that this name really suits him! Let's go with this one!

Before Lingyao could respond, the little dragon let out a howl, its voice filled with strong dissatisfaction.

Just as Yin Ming was wondering what was going on, Amber started chirping.

"Huh? A boy?" Hearing Amber's explanation, Yin Ming scratched his head sheepishly.

He had assumed that such an adorable dragon must be a girl, and unknowingly fell into a stereotype—his mistake.

"Then let's change the name again." It's really not a good thing for a boy to be named Mengmeng.

Lingyao glanced at the little dragon leisurely, a strange look flashing in his eyes, "Let's call her Mengmeng."

Whether it was Yin Ming's imagination or not, he seemed to hear a sense of triumphant satisfaction in the sound.

Ah, this must just be my imagination, right? This is his contracted magical beast, there's no reason for it to suffer this kind of treatment right after it was born.

Did Lingyao think it had interrupted their conversation and was taking this opportunity to retaliate? Or did Yin Ming show affection for it, making Lingyao jealous?

The more Yin Ming thought about it, the more he felt that both scenarios were possible. He coughed awkwardly and gently advised, "Ah Yao, I was just being impulsive. Let's think of a name for it properly."

Lingyao shook his head, and repeated as if he were determined, "Let's call her Mengmeng."

The little dragon whimpered in grievance, but this time it showed no resistance whatsoever.

Yin Ming knew this was because of the soul contract; the little dragon had to absolutely obey Ling Yao's orders.

Just as he was about to offer further advice, Lingyao's expression grew increasingly strange, and Yinming could only sigh in disappointment.

This jealous person is even jealous of their own contracted magical beast...

Alright, to prevent further persuasion from backfiring, let's stop here.

"Then... how about changing the word? The 'Meng' in 'misty drizzle,' or 'Longmeng.'"

Yin Ming took Ling Yao's hand and squeezed it, trying to evoke some of the few feelings he had for the little dragon.

They don't really have any feelings for each other yet, after all, the little dragon was just an egg before, so there's no way to cultivate feelings between them.

Lingyao grasped his hand in return before nodding in agreement, "Okay, his full name is Long Meng, and his nickname is Mengmeng."

Yin Ming: ...

Jealous men are terrifying.

Yin Ming turned to look at the little dragon, his eyes full of apology.

I'm sorry, Xiaolonglong, this is the best result I could get for you.

***

As evening fell, Long Cheng, having received the news, rushed over.

Yin Ming noticed the orange sauce that he hadn't wiped from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He remembered that none of the dishes in the cafeteria had this kind of sauce, and the color looked more like the tomato and egg stir-fry that Yin Ming made himself.

This thing is quite common in the real world, but no one in the God and Demon Continent would have thought of such a combination.

However, we can't be too absolute. Yin Ming hasn't eaten in the cafeteria for a long time. Who knows what new dishes they've added recently?

Thinking of this, Yin Ming didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and tapped the corner of his lips, indicating that Long Cheng's face was dirty.

Unexpectedly, after Long Cheng realized what was happening, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and began to wipe himself carefully.

Yin Ming immediately raised an eyebrow. Tsk, why has this kid suddenly become so refined? Something's not right.

You know, he used to wipe his mouth directly with his sleeve, and that slightly unsightly scene was something Yin Ming couldn't bear to look at.

Considering he hasn't been coming over for meals lately, what's wrong? Has he really changed his ways?

"Where is my brother? Please let me see him."

Feeling embarrassed by Yin Ming's ambiguous gaze, Long Cheng lowered his head, a rare occurrence for him, and quickly changed the subject.

Yin Ming propped his face up with his hand, quietly observing his restless appearance, which further confirmed his suspicions.

Something's up! Something's definitely up!

Yin Ming might not be sure about others, but Long Cheng's actions must mean he has someone he cares about, which is why he's starting to pay attention to his image.

It's not easy; even a thousand-year-old iron tree is about to bloom?

I wonder what kind of person this is, that they could make this kid see things clearly. I must find a chance to ask them properly another day.

Receiving no response for a long time, Long Cheng's expression became increasingly embarrassed. Yin Ming stopped teasing him and turned slightly to the side to reveal the bed behind him, gesturing for him to look at the head of the bed.

There, a fluffy orange-white creature was nestled in the arms of a small, dark creature, fast asleep.

"Why does my brother have so much hair?" Long Cheng asked, somewhat surprised and uncertain.

Yin Ming was speechless for a moment, and said, "Look carefully, the one on the outside is just amber, the black one in the middle is your brother."

"What?!" Long Cheng exclaimed in surprise, as if he couldn't accept the fact at all. "That ugly, dark thing is my brother?!"

Thinking of something, he shook his head with a melancholy expression, seemingly quite regretful, "My uncle was so handsome, and my aunt was so beautiful, I never imagined their only child would end up like this..."

"That's enough. It's already a miracle that it survived. We won't ask for anything more."

Yin Ming listened to his complaints and shrugged noncommittally. Really? Is he the only one who thinks the black dragon is cool?

It seems that there are indeed differences in aesthetics among different species.

This made Yin Ming even more curious about what kind of person Long Cheng cared about.

As expected, Long Cheng didn't keep Yin Ming waiting for long before revealing his true intentions.

There's nothing we can do; this guy just can't keep things to himself, he spills everything out the window.

"I'll go back and tell Uncle about this. It's getting late, so I probably won't be back until tomorrow. If I don't show up before noon, Brother Ming, please remember to tell Junior Sister Chu Mu that she doesn't need to save me any food."

Yin Ming's lips curled into a teasing smile. "Oh, so it's Chu Mu."

Hmm? Something seems off.

Thinking back on everything Chu Mu had done during this time, Yin Ming suddenly realized what was going on.

I thought she was learning to cook to experience the warmth of everyday life, but I never expected that her real target was Long Cheng.

However, it must be said that she was on the right track; the best way to win over a foodie is, of course, to win over their stomach.

See, he's got it all figured out so easily—Long Cheng was always a complete idiot, when have you ever heard him think about anyone?