In his view, this was a form of affirmation.
The little dragon did not dislike him.
Aowei recovered his vitality quickly. Especially when the warmth of her small body seeped into his hands, he felt as if his very soul had been soothed.
He had grown accustomed to this touch, like caressing some exquisite piece of craft—gentle and comforting. Although the dragon cub’s scales could be a bit scratchy when she was bristling, it was never a real problem.
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