"It really is a dragon. What a pretty little dragon."
The little dragon clearly liked Qin Yan too, its tiny body wriggling nimbly around her wrist.
It even rubbed its head affectionately against Qin Yan's little face.
It saw Qin Yan as its little mama.
After all, it had been on the verge of death, and the aura and energy from Qin Yan's body had kept it alive.
And it was Qin Yan who had hatched it.
From now on, it would be the most, most, most devoted dragon ever!
Qin Yan lay on her stomach on the bed, propping her plump little chin in one hand, her short legs raised and swinging behind her as the fingers of her other hand stroked the little Ice Dragon's beautiful ice-blue scales.
"You're so cool to the touch."
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
"Meimei, Meimei, what should I feed it?"
Meimei climbed onto Qin Yan's head.
"Grind its eggshell into powder and mix it into milk. Use milk from the Manor, where it has spiritual qi."
Although the milk produced by the cows and sheep at Qin Yan's Manor certainly didn't contain much spiritual qi, something was better than nothing. They couldn't expect a motorcycle when all they had was a bicycle.
Qin Yan carefully committed that to memory.
They had some at home. The cow's milk and goat's milk the family drank every morning were delivered from the Manor.
Since the cows and sheep ate grass containing spiritual qi, along with some vegetable leaves and even the occasional extra helping of fruit, their lives over there were practically paradise.
The milk they produced had no unpleasant smell at all. Not only was it highly nutritious, but it was also rich and thick, with a natural grassy fragrance.