My love game is too abstract

Today, Yarrow truly got an eye-opening experience.

The Silver Moon Dragon King had such a side to her.

The Dragon King after getting drunk was just like a child.

At this moment, she was hugging Yarrow's arm, her tail drooping behind her, and her steps were also swaying.

If Yarrow wasn't supporting her, she might have fallen to the ground after a few steps.

"Yarrow ~"

"What?"

"It's so dark."

"Because it's already twelve o'clock!"

"It's so dark on the road. Won't there be monsters?"

"This is the city! It's midnight, there isn't even a person around, where would any monsters come from? Besides, you're a dragon! What are you afraid of?"

"Really no monsters?"

"Fine, there are monsters, okay? But with me here, you can rest assured."

Yarrow said, raising his hand to stroke her head a couple of times.

"Mmm, stroke it a few more times." Zethia rubbed her cheek against his arm like a kitten.

Walking and walking, Zethia called out again:

"Yarrow."

"What is it now?"

"My feet hurt. This shoe has rubbed my skin raw."

"Huh? Let me see?"

Finding a roadside bench, Zethia sat down, and Yarrow squatted in front of her, holding her little foot wearing the black high heel, unbuckling the strap, and taking out the fair and rosy foot from within.

The foot was a little cold, the skin was snow-white, almost transparent, and you could faintly see the light blue veins on the instep.

A pair of toes were round like cardamom seeds, playfully curling and retracting in his hand.

"There's no wound?"

Yarrow held the foot and checked it back and forth, the toes, and the heel, not to mention blisters, the skin wasn't even rubbed off.

With the Dragon race's physical strength, how could a pair of high heels affect her?

He unbuckled the other shoe as well, and this foot was also smooth and new, without any damage or dirt, and it would be no problem to eat it directly.

"It just hurts." Zethia pouted slightly.

"Give me a massage."

Yarrow was helpless, and had to hold this small and exquisite dragon claw and gently massage it.

"Mmm, Yarrow's hands are so warm." Zethia said in a low voice.

"Does it still hurt now?"

"It still hurts," Zethia nodded.

Yarrow continued to massage, and just as he was holding one foot, Zethia suddenly raised the other foot and placed it on his head.

Looking up, he happened to see the Silver Dragon's smile that was not quite a smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you like it?"

"Who would like someone putting their foot on their head?"

"Then you put it in your mouth before!" Zethia retorted.

"That's not the same?"

Yarrow took her foot down.

Zethia seemed slightly dissatisfied:

"You usually kiss my feet at times like these."

"Not in the mood today," Yarrow said.

"You don't like me anymore?" Zethia said, and actually felt a little aggrieved.

"Alright, alright, I'll kiss, I'll kiss, okay?"

Yarrow kissed between her fair toes.

"It's covered in saliva, so disgusting."

". Then what exactly do you want?"

"I..." Zethia lowered her head:

"I'm thirsty, I want something to drink."

"You've already had five glasses of wine plus a cup of tea."

"I'm just thirsty, and my throat is dry," Zethia said coquettishly.

"Alright, I get it, you wait, I'll go get a glass of water from the park over there."

Now it was late at night, and only the self-service water fountains in the park had water.

"Come back quickly." Zethia said like a little girl left on the side of the road by her parents.

Yarrow left, and she sat alone on the quiet roadside, the cool evening breeze rustling, blowing across her scalding cheeks.

About two minutes later, Yarrow hadn't returned yet.

"So slow."

She leaned on the bench and looked at the star-studded sky.

Suddenly she noticed something, turned her head, and saw a man in the corner of the wall behind her, grinning at her with a big smile.

The Silver Dragon frowned slightly and said to him in an icy voice:

"Hey, human, you have two seconds to disappear from here, otherwise..."

It was confirmed that the other party had heard the warning, but he didn't move, still grinning and looking at her happily, one hand seemed to be making some gestures, and the other hand was holding something.

"Hey, didn't you hear me talking to you? I told you to get lost," Zethia shouted at him again.

But he still didn't move.

The Silver Dragon was angry, this was the first time someone dared to despise her so much!

"Bastard! You've angered me!"

She stood up abruptly and shouted angrily.

Yarrow happened to come back at this time, and seeing her about to destroy an entire street, he quickly stepped forward to pull her back.

"Zethia! What are you going to do!"

"There's a human over there who dares to despise the Dragon race! I'm going to kill him!"

"There's no one there!"

"There!"

Zethia pointed, Yarrow looked over, and after seeing the "person" clearly, he slapped his forehead.

"That's a poster."

What angered Zethia was an advertising poster pasted on the corner of the wall, with a man grinning with a big smile, one hand giving a thumbs up, and the other hand holding a bag of fertilizer, with the advertising slogan:

"Fukla! Annual output of 88,000!"

"A poster?"

Zethia tilted her head and frowned.

"So that guy's name is Poster? What a disgusting name."

"Enough, drink the water, we should go back." Yarrow pulled her down and handed her the glass of water.

"I want you to feed me." Zethia said.

Yarrow then brought the glass to her mouth.

But the Silver Dragon still didn't drink: "Feed me with your mouth."

"Can't you be normal?"

"No! I want you to feed me with your mouth!" Zethia said coquettishly, waving her hands up and down like a child.

"I should really film this side of you."

This idea reminded Yarrow, he took out his phone, turned on the video function, and started filming the Zethia who was acting like a spoiled child.

After recording this rare scene, he still sighed speechlessly, picked up the glass and took a sip himself, then bent down, cupped Zethia's pretty face, and put his mouth up to hers.

Kissing her delicate, wine-scented lips, Zethia also wrapped her arms around his neck, taking small sips.

Separating, the girl breathed softly, gazed into his eyes, and said softly:

"Want to drink more."

The glass of water was finished like that.

The satisfied Zethia was finally willing to go back.

Now she would probably fall even if she walked, Yarrow picked up her shoes, carried the Silver Dragon on his back, and walked home.

Walking on the path with only moonlight, Zethia's cheek was pressed against his back, and she murmured softly:

"Yarrow..."

"Hmm?"

"I like you..."

"Oh."

"Hmph, you should say you like me too."

"I like you."

"Want to hear more."

"I like you."

"Add my name."

"I like Zethia."

"How much do you like me?"

"I like you as much as the whole moon." Yarrow said casually, looking at the bright moon.

"Hehe heh..."

The Silver Dragon let out a silly laugh, rubbing her cheek against his back.

"Yarrow..."

"What is it now?"

The Silver Dragon moved closer, cooing in his ear with an extremely charming tone:

"I want to have *zhuo ai* with you."

Yarrow stumbled.

"Hehe," the Silver Dragon giggled. "As expected, you get excited as soon as I mention that, you pervert."

"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll throw you down."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Ze西亚 rested her cheek on his shoulder, speaking into his ear.

"Don't you want to have *zhuo ai* with me?"

"Uh... do you even know how humans do it?" Yarrow asked.

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"Of course, I've read about it in books."

"How is it done?"

"It's when two people are together, you're on top of me, and then some flower blooms, I can't remember the rest..."

"Haha..." Yarrow chuckled dryly.

With his left hand supporting Ze西亚's thighs, he took out his phone from his pocket, saw that the recording function was still running, and recorded the conversation just now.

"Ze西亚, I really want to see your expression when you hear this recording tomorrow," he thought to himself.

At this moment, Ze西亚 suddenly bit his ear, her little tongue gently licking it.

"What are you doing? We're still on the road," Yarrow said, shrinking his neck.

"Want to eat something."

"What do you want to eat?"

"That tomato noodle soup you made the other day, the one with meat," Ze西亚 whispered.

"Alright, alright, I'll make it for you when we get back."

"Hehe..." Ze西亚 laughed, "Yarrow, you sound like a dad right now."

Then she became a little depressed.

"I never saw my mom and dad when I hatched from the egg."

Yarrow remembered Ze西亚 saying that her parents left after she hatched, and艾尔迦 raised her.

"Hey, Yarrow..."

"Hmm?"

"Will you be my dad?"

"Huh? What kind of performance art are you doing?"

"Be it, be it," Ze西亚 whined on his back.

"Alright, alright, I'll be it, I'll be it, alright, my daughter!" Yarrow shouted.

"Hehe." Ze西亚 was finally satisfied, and leaned closer to his ear again, her soft lips pressed tightly against his ear, with the hot breath of alcohol, making an incomparably charming sound:

"Daddy~"

This almost sent Yarrow away.

It wouldn't matter if a child like 姬小妃 called him that a couple of times, but for someone like the Silver Dragon to call him that in such a tone...

The Silver Dragon on his back curled up the corners of her mouth: "So you really get excited when I call you that."

"I don't."

"You don't? Your ears are all red."

Ze西亚 kissed his burning red ear.

"But... if you want me to call you that in the future, it's not impossible."

She lowered her voice, her lips pressed against his ear and said:

"But only when we're in bed."

Ze西亚's drunken state was not only like a child, but also quite aggressive.

Yarrow couldn't take it anymore.

Back home, everyone was already asleep. He carried the half-asleep Silver Dragon upstairs, into her room, and dropped her on the soft bed.

"You lie down for a while, I'll go boil some hot water for you," Yarrow said.

"Don't go."

Ze西亚 grabbed his hand and said with a pout:

"I want you to tell me a story."

"Don't make trouble, are you 小姬? You're over three hundred years old and you still want to hear stories," Yarrow said.

"I want to hear it."

"You little rascal..."

"Yarrow? Are you just back?"

A voice came from the door, it was the little snake露露拉, she was wearing a nightgown, her eyes hazy.

"Huh? What's wrong with Ze西亚?" She asked in surprise when she saw Ze西亚 clinging tightly to Yarrow's arm.

"She's drunk, perfect,露露拉, can you help me watch her for a while, I'll go boil some hot water," Yarrow said.

"Oh, oh okay."

Yarrow then freed himself and left.

露露拉 sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ze西亚, who was drunk and confused, with a face full of unease.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Uh... Ze西亚... do you, do you want to change your clothes?" She asked tentatively.

"Hmm?" Ze西亚 raised her head and looked at her.

"Your clothes smell like alcohol."

Facing the Silver Dragon, 露露拉 always had a sense of fear, and it was the same at this time, feeling a little scared in her heart being stared at by Ze西亚.

"If you don't need to then..."

Ze西亚 suddenly pounced on her, pinning her down, grabbing both her hands.

"Bastard! This queen has been annoyed with you for a long time! Why are you so arrogant! Growing such a big pair of watermelons!"

"W-What are you doing?!" 露露拉 shouted in panic.

"This queen is going to pick your watermelons off!"

"Ze西亚, don't be like this!!"

The shouting attracted Yarrow back, and he saw Ze西亚 sitting on 露露拉 and performing excessive behavior on her, and quickly stepped forward to hug her and dragged her off 露露拉.

"I'm sorry, 露露拉, you go back to sleep first, I can handle things here," Yarrow said.

露露拉 ran away as if escaping.

"Don't run, you watermelon weirdo!" Ze西亚 was still shouting.

"Don't embarrass yourself," Yarrow couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Ze西亚 swayed and fell back down.

Yarrow brought hot water and wiped her body with a towel.

"Change your clothes," he took her pajamas from the closet and threw them to her.

Ze西亚 picked up her pajamas and looked at Yarrow again.

"You help me change."

After thinking for two seconds, Yarrow stepped forward.

Dragonkin clothes were a little difficult to take off, especially since Ze西亚 was wearing a more complicated dress today.

There were three layers inside and out.

He tried for a long time but couldn't take it off.

"You, you lift your hands higher," he took off her outer shirt, wanting to directly and forcefully pull it off over her head.

With one effort, the clothes were pulled off, but at the moment of taking them off, his body was unstable and he fell on Ze西亚.

He landed on her.

"Ugh..."

Ze西亚 looked at Yarrow on top of her, her eyes widened in surprise, and then she suddenly pursed her lips and stopped talking, her eyes softened, and she turned her face away shyly.

Yarrow's heart trembled, the expression on the beautiful girl under him only conveyed one signal to him:

"Please, help yourself."

"Yarrow," the Silver Dragon said softly.

"I'm here."

"I..." The Silver Dragon's eyes revealed extraordinary shyness.

"I want to *niao niao*..."

"."

Yarrow got up and pulled her up.

But Ze西亚 suddenly pushed him to the ground and sat on him.

"What are you doing? Aren't you in a hurry to go to the toilet?" Yarrow looked at Ze西亚, who was sitting on him with a mischievous smile.

"You are,"

"Huh?"

Yarrow was stunned for a moment,

But it was too late.