Yun Jiuge's movements were very light. The handle of the brush that she was using was made from dried calabash. The base where the bristles connected to the handle was gilded.
Her son was obsessed with gold and jewels. If she did not overlay the base of the brush with gold, he would not let the brush get close to him.
Little Dragon felt so comfortable that he started to get drowsy. He closed his eyes and dozed off.
Zi Shang rolled out of her pocket again. He floated to his son's side and touched his small horns gently with his body.
Yun Jiuge also caressed Zi Shang's eggshell. Even though his physical form had regressed to an egg, he still had to worry about his son's inability to transform into a Dragon. It must have been tough on him.
