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Its head was a little too big. Every time it tried to wriggle out, it got stuck. It could only whimper as it retreated, revealing two black-bean-like eyes through the hole.

Those eyes were dark and bright, often peeking out from behind the cracked shell, quietly observing the world through that tiny opening.

"Chirp!" Little Dragon saw Lu Ao being carried back through the hole. It blinked, its eyes full of confusion as it stared fixedly at Song Zhou.

Song Zhou settled Lu Ao down, tucked him in, and gently stroked the dragon egg with his fingertips. His eyes smiled as his voice softened. "Weren't you whimpering just now? Why are you chirping again?"

Little Dragon tilted its head and thought for a while, then switched sides and pressed its other eye against the opening. Suddenly understanding what he meant, it let out a "Moo" at him.

The sound was thin and soft as well, and exceptionally sweet.

Song Zhou smiled. "How do you know so many different calls?"

Praised, Little Dragon immediately switched to another call. "Baa!"

"Very impressive."

"Cheep!"

"What else can you do?"

"Awoo!"

After Song Zhou praised Little Dragon, it no longer cared about hatching at all. It kept showing off all the sounds it could make in front of Song Zhou.

There were dozens of different calls.

Song Zhou almost laughed. "Are you sure you're not a parrot instead of a Dragon?"

"Whiiine—"

"Stop whining." Song Zhou stroked its shell and negotiated with it. "Save some strength to break out of the shell. Your dad is worried sick."

After playing around for a while, Little Dragon obediently withdrew its head and went back to headbutting and biting at the shell.

Song Zhou did not sleep. He stayed beside it the entire time.

Song Zhou