But as long as the Golden Dragon gets close, the little one's cries would gradually subside, and she would fall peacefully asleep. After several attempts, Noah was completely certain that it was the scent coming from him that brought peace to his niece's heart, stopping her from crying or fussing.
Thus, Noah could only keep his big niece by his side. Anyway, he had nowhere else to go, but over time, the little one, only three or four months old, developed a completely incorrigible bad habit on the Golden Dragon.
At least this was how it seemed to the Golden Dragon, because once this little one became a bit conscious, she refused to sleep on the bed covered with furs, not even the velvet mountains could lure her.
The third-generation inheritor of the Augustus family liked to sleep holding the tail of the Golden Dragon; she wouldn't sleep unless she was holding onto it. After several confrontations, the totally perplexed Noah made a concession,
