Summary
I was an inferior dragon.
For the sake of better genes, I kept the Dragon Crown Prince captive for three years.
Then I saw the floating comments.
[This cannon fodder is disgusting! Seducing the male lead every single day!]
[You think the male lead is blushing? He’s fucking furious!]
[Still not pregnant after all this time. Does he not know the male lead can control his own dragon bones?]
[When his family gets here in a few days, they’ll skin that cannon fodder and rip out his tendons!]
So I made the Dragon Crown Prince drink a memory-erasing potion and fled with a baby in my belly.
The very next day, I heard he’d cast a net far and wide to catch his captor.