"Wow! So hot! Master, something crawled into Qing Jun's belly!"
The little girl was startled, tears welling up as she looked at her master,
"Master, what should I do? Qing Jun's belly is all warm, will I give birth to little dragon babies..."
Chen Ye's face turned dark:
"What little dragon babies! What's going on in that brain of yours with all these crazy ideas? Didn't you feel the same way when you ate dragon scales back then?"
"Well... but it's really so hot, much worse than that time, like there's a little furnace stuffed inside my belly."
Qing Jun covered her round little belly with her small hands, sniffing pitifully, looking at Chen Ye with puppy eyes, the picture of utter misery,
"Master, what if I really give birth to little dragon babies? Should we name one Chen Jin then? Then Qing Jun's daughter would be Jin'er, hehe..."
Chen Ye was completely amused and angered by the nonsense of this girl:
"...You've got the seniority sequence all figured out, huh."
