Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1980 - 1969: The Art of Endurance

Seeing Ning Fan not replying, just staring at him, the Black Dragon closed his eyes sullenly, not letting his true thoughts be exposed."You little rascal, you're pretending to be clueless while actually knowing everything."

Ning Fan sneered inwardly, then stretched lazily and yawned, "Speaking of it, I really am a bit tired."

At this moment, the Black Dragon opened his eyes and said harshly, "What are you doing?"

Ning Fan's smile instantly turned grim, and he said with a stern expression, "Say it again."

"I..."

The Black Dragon's tone faltered, slightly panicked, "I didn't say anything."

Ning Fan wasn't fooled, his mood unpredictable as he asked, "From what you said just now, it seemed like you were accusing me?"

"No... no, I didn't mean that."

Feeling the pain intensifying again, the Black Dragon hurriedly shook his head.

Ning Fan smiled faintly, "Why did you shout so loudly? What did you mean?"

"I..."

After stammering for a long time, the Black Dragon finally closed his eyes as if accepting fate, "If you don't mind, you can sit on my head."

"How could I dare!"

Ning Fan exclaimed, "You're a proud member of the Dragon Clan, how could a mortal like me dare insult you."

After speaking, Ning Fan released a bit of his spiritual power, creating an opening, allowing the Light of Life to start flowing out through it.

"Ah..."

The sudden increase in pain made the Black Dragon let out a scream, then he said at an incredible speed, "This is not an insult. I am willing."

"Don't you feel aggrieved?"

"Not aggrieved, not aggrieved."

"Really not aggrieved?"

Seeing Ning Fan prattling on and on, the Black Dragon trembled, begging for mercy, "Really not aggrieved."

Ning Fan shook his head with pity, "Alright then. With such hospitality, if I keep refusing, I'm afraid I'd be letting down your good intention."

With that, Ning Fan turned his spiritual tendrils into a net, retrieving the Light of Life that had scattered outside.

The sudden reduction in head pain made the Black Dragon feel as though he had escaped death, exhaling a comfortable breath.

At this moment, he finally understood why the elders in the clan always attached the title "despicable and shameless" when mentioning humans.

After meeting Ning Fan, this juvenile Black Dragon finally found the answer.

"This despicable and shameless human actually dares to toy with me like this. When I return to the Divine Realm, I will surely wash away today's humiliation in blood."

Noticing Ning Fan's gaze upon him, the Black Dragon panicked, instinctively closing his eyes, not daring to meet the gaze of this insignificant human.

In terms of eye size, the Black Dragon's huge eye sockets could fit half of Ning Fan's body, the size difference like that between a millstone and a mung bean.

Yet, these mung bean-sized eyes seemed to have a soul-hooking magic power, like a black hole, ready to swallow anyone who dares to look into them.

Although the Black Dragon was unwilling to admit it, he clearly knew he was truly afraid, afraid of this capricious, despicable, insidious little man.

"What were you thinking just now?"

"Damn worm, can he see through my mind?"

Thinking of this, the Black Dragon hurriedly said, "Nothing. Just curious, aren't you tired, how come you don't..."

The rest of the words were hard for the Black Dragon to utter, inviting a human to sit atop him.

Using that disgusting bottom to sit on his head.

Since when had the proud Dragon Clan ever suffered such humiliation?

The Black Dragon, having lived for over eighteen thousand years, had never encountered such a thing.

He was the heir of the Dragon King, destined to inherit the crown and become the future Dark Dragon King.

In time, he might even become a major figure in the Divine Realm—a new generation Ancestor Dark Dragon God.

Yet now, he had to use his noble head to support a worm's bottom.

Thinking of this humiliation, the Black Dragon wished to open his mouth and swallow Ning Fan, to perish together, even if he was to die in agony.

But he couldn't bear to. He had only lived for over eighteen thousand years, still a child, a year and a half away from the Dragon Clan's adult age (referring to Earth's time).

He hadn't yet enjoyed adult life and had a bright future ahead.

There was another reason he didn't want to die here.

It wasn't that the Black Dragon was completely afraid of death; if he were to die, he wanted it to be grand, his opponent at least a Divine King Level master, worthy of his status, rather than a pathetic end with a worm.

"I must endure and live to return to the Divine Realm."

The Black Dragon constantly reminded himself that living in disgrace was a temporary measure, and one day he would reclaim his lost dignity.

Seeing the enthusiastic invitation in the Black Dragon's eyes, Ning Fan frowned and said, "My mobility is a bit limited, I can't climb up."

"So shameless."

Even after witnessing Ning Fan's insidiousness and treachery, the Black Dragon never expected the other's brazenness to reach such insane depths.

"Then I'll send you up."

With that, the Black Dragon endured the burning pain, extending a wing for Ning Fan to step on.

This could have been easily managed with magic, but the Black Dragon had lost control over the Dragon Crystal and couldn't even muster a trace of Magic Power beyond his physical strength.

"How could I dare accept, I prefer to manage by my own efforts."

Saying so, Ning Fan suggested, "Actually, if you lower your head a bit, I can step up."

"This insidious little man, taking advantage of me to the point of stepping on my face."

Whoo... whoo...

The air blast from the Black Dragon's nostrils sounded like a drawn bellows.

His nostrils, like jet engines, expelled two columns of steaming air.

Ning Fan said coolly, "Such a temper. Need me to help you calm down?"

"No need."

The Black Dragon answered hurriedly, knowing very well what Ning Fan meant by calming down.

"What are you waiting for then?"

With immense humiliation, the Black Dragon closed his eyes and lowered himself, tilting his head as close to the ground as possible.

Due to his size, no matter how he tried, the Black Dragon couldn't get his head to touch the ground, maintaining a distance of about a meter from the soil.

Seeing this, Ning Fan frowned and said, "Too high."

The Black Dragon replied awkwardly, "I... I've already tried my best."

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

Ning Fan said softly, "You can arch your back and lift your abdomen by bending your legs backward..."

Following Ning Fan's instructions with humiliation, the Black Dragon complied.

"Good, quite talented."

Looking at the comically distorted Black Dragon, Ning Fan couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"Damn worm dares to mock me, I will kill you, I will kill you..."

The Black Dragon raged internally, yet externally portrayed complete subservience.

Stepping on the Black Dragon's bumpy face, Ning Fan walked onto the dragon head as if on solid ground.

"With one hand capturing the sky and my foot on a Divine Dragon, why does this feel so satisfying."