Ling Xiaolan's resistant movements slowly ceased under her son's incredulous gaze.
Seeing this, the man smiled smugly.
Ling Xiaolan lowered her head, her ears filled with his salacious, ambiguous voice. She dared not lift her head, nor refute.
In hesitation, she watched as the man shoved the child into the hollow belly of the Dragon.
"Don't worry about the little bastard tattling..."
Ling Xiaolan struggled internally, "He is, after all, my own son, you..."
The man's mouth effortlessly spoke soothing words, "Don't worry, I'm just teaching the little brat a lesson so he won't dare to tattle. When the time comes, he'll be let out."
For reasons unknown, Ling Xiaolan truly believed his words. Hardening her heart, she turned her head away, not sparing even a glance at her increasingly struggling son. Instead, she turned her back, allowing the man to do as he pleased.
