The Dormitory’s Unlucky Soul Transmigrates into the Zerg World - Chapter 7

“Yes, he said his name is Mislert Nareid.”

Hearing this name, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, Yi Xuan was momentarily stunned. He did not react immediately. Then, unable to believe his ears, he scratched his ear and asked, “What? What did you say his name was?”

“He said his name is Mislert. He is the male consort listed on your marriage certificate, Master.”

Yi Xuan was speechless.

He suddenly felt a headache coming on.

“When did he arrive this morning?” Yi Xuan asked while pressing his temples.

“Around seven o’clock.”

Hearing this, Yi Xuan looked down and pulled up the friend request he had just seen.

Well, it matched the timestamp of the first friend request perfectly.

“Oh, so it has been that long? He should have left by now, right?” Yi Xuan tried to steady his nerves, acting as if he did not care.

“No, that Lord has not left. I saw that he posed no danger and did not ask him to leave. He is still outside the door.”

“Master, do you want me to tell him to leave? Or should I open the door and let him in?”

“Cough! He is still here? He has been waiting outside for six hours?” Yi Xuan choked on his own saliva.

This is not right. The character design is malfunctioning.

Since when was Mislert so free in the mornings? Besides, according to the timeline, did he not have a major case to preside over recently? How did he have the time to come here early in the morning and stay all through the morning?

“Master, are you sure you do not have a cold? Should I contact the family doctor to come and check on you?” Seeing Yi Xuan cough again, Xiao Dingdang became anxious and quickly reached out with his little hand to pat his back.

“No need. You can go downstairs first.”

Yi Xuan hesitated for a moment before saying, “Let that person downstairs in. Tell him to wait for me in the living room.”

“Understood, Master.”

Seeing that the order had been given, Xiao Dingdang waddled away on his short legs, leaving behind a conflicted Yi Xuan sitting on the bed, deep in thought.

If there was anyone who knew him best, it was himself.

When Yi Xuan originally designed the character of Mislert, he had poured his own personal preferences into him; his every word, action, and personality were exactly what he liked.

The reason he had not shown his face in the past few days and instead sent someone else to handle the divorce was precisely because of this.

In truth, Yi Xuan did not trust himself. Even though he knew the future plot, he could not rule out the possibility that, upon seeing that Zerg, he would still fall in love at first sight. After all, he was a sucker for good looks.

Forget it. He would just take it one step at a time.

Yi Xuan got up with a headache. He had not even washed up or changed his clothes yet.

The slow and rhythmic sound of him coming downstairs was exceptionally clear in the quiet villa.

The staircase from the second floor to the first led directly to the living room, and the spot where Mislert was sitting happened to have the best view.

The keen hearing of the Zerg had already made him look up at the source of the sound the moment he heard the door open upstairs.

What came into view was a pair of casual lounge pants, followed by long, slender fingers hanging loosely at his sides, with a simple silver-white terminal on his wrist. He had hastily thrown on a jacket. Looking higher, the man’s long eyelashes were slightly lowered as if he were carefully watching the stairs beneath him. Every step was steady. His light pink, medium-long hair was tied back casually. His delicate, pointed nose twitched slightly. As if sensing something, the man stopped on the stairs and looked toward the Zerg who was peeking at him.

Thump, thump.

The familiar feeling of his heart racing exploded in his chest. Mislert could not bear to look away even for a second. He just stared rudely at the man, his gaze verging on obsessive.

Even though there was some distance between them, Yi Xuan still sensed the intense emotions in Mislert’s eyes. He frowned imperceptibly.

The plot is deviating again.

The moment he saw Yi Xuan, Mislert stood up. As Yi Xuan slowly walked closer and sat on the sofa, whether out of habit or etiquette, Mislert naturally walked to Yi Xuan’s side and knelt formally at his feet.

To be honest, Yi Xuan was startled, but out of concern for maintaining appearances, he did not move. He just quietly watched Mislert, as if asking what he wanted.

“Respected Lord, I hope you can forgive my uninvited visit.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am your most loyal male consort, and my name is Mislert.”

With his silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, even while kneeling at his feet, Mislert did not withdraw his intense gaze. However, he no longer stared at his face; instead, his eyes fell upon the fingers resting on Yi Xuan’s lap. From Yi Xuan’s angle, he could see the lips pursed gently beneath a high, straight bridge of a nose.

Honestly, if he were just evaluating his first impression, Yi Xuan could not help but think: How could a creature be so beautiful?

He was so good-looking that even though Yi Xuan knew what would happen later, he still wanted to blindly follow along.

But this thought was quickly cast aside; his reason eventually triumphed over his reckless impulses.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but Yi Xuan always felt that the emotions this Zerg had for him right now were not quite right. Still, he mentally prepared himself, controlled his expressions, and spoke coldly: “Lord Mislert, if I remember correctly, we already discussed the divorce proceedings a few days ago. May I ask what business you have coming here today?”

Perhaps Yi Xuan’s cold tone was too obvious; Mislert was stunned for a long while upon hearing it. When he looked up again, he revealed that look that Yi Xuan could not quite decipher.

“Lord, I wonder if there was some kind of misunderstanding between us before?” When he spoke, Mislert’s voice sounded a bit hoarse. “Did you hear some bad rumors about me, or something else?”

“There is no misunderstanding,” Yi Xuan maintained his composure, facing Mislert.

“Then are you dissatisfied with me?”

Mislert scooted closer to Yi Xuan’s feet, his beautiful eyes overflowing with the sadness of being rejected, his lips pressed white.

Clearly, the two of us are meeting for the first time today. Why does he look so sad after being rejected?

“I am a bit confused, Mislert. If I recall correctly, this should be our first time meeting,” Yi Xuan was always straightforward; he asked exactly what he wanted to know.

“Yes.”

This was clearly not a difficult question to answer, yet Mislert hesitated for a long time before replying to Yi Xuan.

“Then what is there for you to be conflicted about?”

Yi Xuan was genuinely curious about this.

Logically speaking, absolute rationality and absolute self-interest were the core of Mislert’s character. But what was he doing right now?

They had only met once. This was not the stage where they would be madly in love later on.

“Lord, do you already have a Zerg you like?”

This slightly accusatory question made Yi Xuan frown uncomfortably. He did not answer Mislert.

Perhaps the cooling atmosphere brought back some of Mislert’s reason. He hurriedly explained, “No, I did not mean to question you, Lord. I meant that if you do not want a male consort, I can also serve as your male concubine.”

No, this is very wrong. This sounds so familiar. Why does this sound exactly like what Mislert said at the end of the novel, when he was trying to hold onto me and did not want to divorce?

This was originally an extremely out-of-character line. He had considered it for a long time before finally writing it, but hearing it now, spoken in reality by Mislert, he felt utterly dazed.

“You do not need to do this. Although there are not many high-ranking males, you still have other choices. You do not have to cling to me.” Honestly, there was not a hint of sarcasm in Yi Xuan’s tone; he was speaking the sincere truth.

But who would have known that as soon as he said this, the Zerg, whose emotions were already unstable, almost died of sheer grievance?

“Lord, I beg you, please do not say that. You are the only Lord I want.”

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