"Alright."
Baoya had been itching to go out for a while now, and like a lightning bolt, he jumped into Lin Yixuan's arms.
"Cackle."
Hunao rolled its eyes and put up a flattering smile.
It also wanted to go out and play.
"You can't. The little dragon needs to be taken care of."
Lin Qingluo grinned and poked its wet little nose.
"Ah-choo."
Hunao's nose tickled, and it sneezed.
"Hoo-hoo."
The little dragon was startled by the sneeze, shrank its neck, and looked at the human and tiger duo with its trembling, mung bean-sized eyes.
"Longya, your growth speed is simply too slow."
Lin Qingluo laughed, pinched its tail, lifted it from the wooden basin, and placed it on the ground.
"You've eaten so many small fish and shrimps, but you haven't grown at all, and you're still so timid, damaging the reputation of the Flood Dragon."
"Hoo-hoo."
The little dragon crouched with its four paws on the ground, curiously looking around, and moved its short legs, trying to crawl forward.
