My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 211 Silver Dragon Finally Wakes Up
"The Dragon King has taken three weeks off and hasn't returned yet."

"Yeah, it's been a while since I took the Dragon History class. I guess I won't lose any credits, right?"

"Oh, I've already thought of this situation. The Dragon King was just in a whim. How could he stay in school for long? If he loses interest, won't he just go back?"

"Damn it! It's such a shame to lose a teacher who is both beautiful and a Dragon King!"

"Don't worry, at least we can rest later, right?"

Hearing these few words, Yaluo sighed.

I was on my way to class, and the next class was a dragon history class without a teacher.

I go there to study on my own.

Almost a month had passed since Zeshia received the fragments of memories and dreams from Evemina. Since the fourth day, Zeshia had not left her room. Selena and Venia brought her meals. Every time they went, they only saw her lying on the bed sleeping, with the soap bubble full of dreams and memories floating beside her.

"Do you think Zeshia is in trouble?" Selena asked him.

"I don't think so. She is just looking for what she needs." Yaluo said.

“It just took a little longer.”

To be honest, Yaluo was also unsure. It had been so long, and he couldn't even see the Silver Dragon Mask. It was really hard not to worry.

But there was nothing I could do except worry. Since she wouldn't let me help, I could only wait for her to finish it on her own.

He couldn't really get involved in the affairs of the dragon clan.

night.

Yalu went upstairs and passed by Zeshia's door. He raised his hand and hesitated for a few times, but still didn't knock.

"Let's wait for her to come out by herself." He shook his head.

After finishing all his work and finally being able to go to bed, he planned to go downstairs and make himself a cup of calming tea.

He took out tea leaves from the cupboard, boiled water, and was about to brew them when someone next to him tapped him.

"Hey."

Turning my head, I saw a humanoid creature that looked like a ball of fur.

"Woc!" He was so scared that the hot water in the teapot in his hand almost spilled out. He quickly took two steps back and put the teapot on the table.

"What's your name? It's the King."

The "ball of hair" made Zeshia's voice, stretched out two slender hands, pushed aside the silver-white hair, revealing Zeshia's face.

However, this face was really haggard. He was surprised that Zeshia, who had dragon blood, could have such a haggard face.

The golden vertical pupils were drooping, and there were thick dark circles at the corners of the eyes. It must be that he never got a good rest, and his skin had lost its original luster.

The reason why she looked like a ball of hair was that her silver hair hadn't been trimmed for a month. Now it had grown like this and was dragging several meters on the ground, like a long silver dress.

"You... you're out." Yaluo looked her up and down with his eyes wide open.

"Stop talking nonsense. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving." Zeshia said a little irritably.

"Then wait a moment."

Zeshia sat at the table with her long hair all over the floor. After a while, Yaluo worked in the kitchen and brought her a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

This is one of the easier meals to prepare, and Yaluo often eats it as a midnight snack, but he has never done it in front of others.

It can also be regarded as his exclusive cooking recipe in this world.

"What's this."

Zeshia leaned over to smell it. The smell was okay, but it was the first time she had seen tomatoes and eggs cooked like this in all her long years in the human world.

"You'll know after you eat it." Yaluo handed her a fork and placed a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in front of her.

Zeshia picked up the fork and fiddled with it twice, picked up a forkful of noodles with red and yellow sauce, and slurped it.

And then I couldn't stop.

The sweet and sour tomato and egg dish was especially to her liking.

Soon the big bowl of noodles was finished.

"Are you full? If not, I'll go cook you some noodles. There's still a lot of sauce left." Yaluo said.

Zeshia said nothing, but reached out and pushed the bowl in front of Yaluo.

"Are you still embarrassed? What's wrong?" He was a little amused. He stood up, picked up the bowl, cooked another bowl for her, poured the sauce on it, and brought it to her.

Soon another bowl was empty. Only then did Zeshia wipe her mouth with a handkerchief in satisfaction and took a big sip of tea to moisten her throat.

Yaluo had been silent while she was eating the noodles. Now that she had finished, he couldn't help but ask:
"Have you finished your work over there?"

"Not yet," Zeshia said, sipping her tea.

"Oh" Yaluo felt a little disappointed when he heard this.

"However, we have made great progress. Now we have some free time and can have a good rest." Zeshia said lightly.

"Really?" Yaluo smiled faintly.

Zeshia leaned back in her chair and looked at him, "Did anything happen at home while I was away?"

"No, oh, Xiao Ji did run away from home once because of a conflict. It's quite interesting. You want to hear me tell you about it." Yaluo said.

"Wait a moment." Zeshia brushed the hair that fell in front of her face, "Now come over and help me."

"help?"

"Go boil some water so I can take a bath, and my hair needs a cut," Zeshia picked up her silver hair, "it needs to be cut." In the bathroom filled with hot water, Yaluo stood among the silver hair on the floor and poured a basin of hot water over Zeshia from her head.

"It hasn't been that long, how come your hair has grown so long?"

He said as he applied shampoo to the hair.

"Do you think the growth rate of dragons is the same as that of humans?" Zeshia said lightly.

"Why not cut it first and then wash it? With so much hair, you'll need two bottles of shampoo, and after finally washing it you'll have to cut it all again." Yaluo said.

"Idiot, that will damage your hair." said Silver Dragon.

"Huh?" Yaluo looked at her amusedly, "You actually still care about this? And where did you hear such a thing?"

"Magazines," Zeshia said, "This king now not only reads novels, but also magazines."

"Then you're pretty good." Yaluo muttered.

After using up two bottles of shampoo, Zeshia's hair was covered with rich bubbles, like a big sheep. Yalu sat on a small stool and scrubbed her.

I always feel like I'm giving my big dog at home a bath.

Glancing over, Zeshia looked a little sleepy, nodding her head again and again. She was wrapped in a bath towel, and her skin was slightly pink due to the hot water.

Yaluo was really curious about how she could hold the bath towel without falling down with her flat body.

When the rubbing was almost done, another basin of hot water was poured over, and the drowsy Zeshia suddenly woke up.
"Okay, it's done." Yaluo clapped his hands and said.

Zeshia rubbed his eyes, yawned, and whispered:

"Tail."

"what?"

"And the tail, brush it for me too."

"You guy."

The thick tail was covered with scales. Yaluo held it on his legs and scrubbed it hard with a brush until the scales could reflect light.

Finally it was cleaned.

"okay,"

A basin of water was poured over it and the wooden basin was thrown aside.

Then Zeshia got up, walked into the shower on the side and pulled the curtain.

Light filtered through the curtains, creating a hazy silhouette inside.

All I saw was the silhouette of her body with the towel removed, revealing a breathtaking curve, with subtle details visible in the slight bulge.

The shower head sprayed water, and the rising hot steam made the figure blurry.

"Yalo."

Zeshia inside suddenly shouted.

"what happened again?"

"I am quite surprised by your calmness now."

"what you mean?"

"Before taking the photo, shouldn't you have asked something like 'Can we take a shower together'? Or try to take advantage of me as much as possible?" There was a hint of laughter in Zeshia's voice.

"If it were normal, maybe." Yaluo sighed and said to her:

"But now, I'm more worried about you."

"Worried about the king?"

"This matter has dragged you on for so long. You stay in your room all day and night without coming out. It's impossible for me to say that I'm not worried about you."

The figure inside stopped moving and said helplessly:
"Didn't I tell you before? The dragon clan's affairs have nothing to do with you."

"But if it has something to do with you," Yaluo said, "it has something to do with me."

There was silence for a while, then Zeshia said:
"To be honest, it actually has little to do with this king."

"But it has been bothering you for so long, right?"

Zeshia sighed helplessly: "Let me tell you this, if you get involved in this matter, it will only bring you endless troubles in the future, and it may even affect you for the rest of your life."

"Is it the same for you?"

Zeshia was silent for two seconds and nodded:
"But I have to do it. It's for the future of the dragon race."

"Then I have nothing more to say. Since it's so important to you, I have to do it."

"Okay, I've already told you that you don't need to worry about this. Instead of thinking about this, you might as well use your eloquence to get a reward from the king." Zeshia said.

"Who cares about that kind of thing?" Yaluo said calmly, "I only care about you now, Zeshia."

"If something happens to you later and I can't help you, that would be my biggest regret."

"So no matter what happens, let me face it with you, okay?"

This time there was silence for a long time before Zeshia said softly:

"You are such an idiot."

There was a hint of compromise and helplessness in his words, as well as shame and anger mixed with his throbbing heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)