My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 212 Silver Dragon's Teasing Techniques

The sound of water stopped, and I saw the figure wiping the body with a dry towel, and then wrapping the body with a bath towel.

The curtain was opened, and Zeshia came out with steam all over her body. Her rosy skin was still covered with water droplets, and her delicate body, steaming with white mist, looked like a piece of milk jade.

The pair of golden eyes looked at him calmly.

"Do you really think you can help this king?"

"Before I'm sure it's possible, I want to at least try it." Yaluo said calmly.

Zeshia looked at him without saying a word, then looked away and walked past him, her feet clacking on the smooth marble floor and strands of silver hair dragging past him.

"call"

Yaluo suddenly felt a little tired and lowered his head to cover his face with his hands. He didn't know whether it was because he was worried about the silver dragon and was uneasy, or because he was too tired from brushing its tail just now.

"Hey."

When Yinlong reached the bathroom door, he suddenly called out to him.

"how?"

He turned his head and then froze for a moment.

Yinlong pulled the bath towel off his chest, exposing the whole steamed bun in front of him.

After Yaluo turned his gaze and made sure that he saw clearly, Zeshia pulled up the bath towel and slightly raised the corners of her mouth at him.

"It's quite amusing to see you act cool sometimes."

"I was serious."

Zeshia chuckled and walked into the locker room.

Yaluo looked at the closed locker room door for a long time and sighed deeply.

"When did this silver dragon learn to tease people?"

Zeshia walked into the dressing room and opened the wardrobe door, and the bath towel fell to the ground.

She was choosing clothes expressionlessly, and as she chose, her pretty face turned red.

He squatted on the ground, covering his red face with his hands, and a muffled voice came from his palms:

"What on earth am I doing here, my king?"

After changing into clean and refreshing clothes, Zeshia came out of the dressing room. They sat in the living room. Her long silver hair spread all over the floor. Yalu took a pair of scissors and slowly trimmed her long hair bit by bit.

Strands of silver hair fell all over the ground.

"You said before that you could take a break for a while recently?"

While cutting, Yaluo spoke inadvertently.

"Ah."

"So, do you want to go somewhere to play?"

"Not yet. I plan to catch up on some sleep and then finish the book I didn't finish."

"Oh"

Ya Luo was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Do you want to go out and play with me? This weekend."

"Date?" Zeshia used the word, turning her head and raising her eyebrows slightly at him.

"That's it."

Yaluo cut off a strand of slightly damp silver hair and said to her:
"So, would you do me the honor, Master Zeshia?"

"Well, since you invited me, I will satisfy you."

Zeshia raised her chin, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"After all, I imagine you must have been quite lonely during this time when I was away, right?"

"Ah," Yaluo laughed dryly, "Yeah."

Zeshia turned her head and glanced at him, feeling that something was wrong with his words.

Just as I was about to ask something, a cry came from upstairs:

"Zeshia? Are you awake?"

It was Serena, still in her pajamas, standing on the stair railing, looking at her in surprise.

"Things in there have come to an end, and I can rest for a few days." Zeshia said to her.

"Is that so? Why is your hair like this?"

Selina walked over and said, looking at the silver hair on the ground. "It has something to do with the hormone secretion of the dragon race." Zeshia lifted a strand of hair.

Selena looked at Yaluo who was still clumsily trimming the hair with the scissors, and she couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"let me."

"Okay."

Yalu was happy to have someone working for him, so he stood up and handed her the scissors.

But Selina didn't take it. Instead, she raised her hand and gently passed it through the silver dragon's hair.

The excess long hair fell down instantly, neatly and without any mess.

"So fast? What kind of magic is this?" Yaluo asked in surprise.

"A small spell for styling your hair. It can change your hair into the way you want it," said Selena.

"No wonder your hair is never messy, Serena. It turns out you have this skill." Yaluo said.

"I gave you the book before so that you could study, but you weren't happy about it." Selina glanced at him.

Zeshia stood up and looked at herself in the floor-length mirror. She had basically returned to her previous appearance.

He turned his head and gave Serena a faint smile: "Thanks."

"It's okay." Selina said, then became a little embarrassed:
"Um, Zeshia, I've taken care of your hair, right?"

The hair of the Dragonborn is an extremely rare alchemical material, not to mention such a large pile of it, which is a huge temptation for Selena.

"Thank you for your help," Zeshia said.

Selena immediately and excitedly took away the pile of silver hair on the ground.

Zeshia turned her gaze towards Yalo again.

"So, where are you going for this date you mentioned?"

"In this case."

Yaluo tilted his head and thought about it.

"You did this so suddenly, I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Then wait until you make your decision." Zeshia shook her long hair.
"I am going to sleep now,"

"Dating?"

Back in the room, Yaluo lay on the bed and thought.

"Speaking of which, this is a rare opportunity. I haven't had a serious date with Zeshia many times before."

I'm usually very busy and don't have much time on weekends.

Speaking of dating, he had a picture in his mind.
In the garden under the sun, there is a small round table with pure white patterns. On the drink cups, there are two straws rolled into the shape of a heart.
I feel a little ashamed.
Or a small boat on the sparkling lake, sitting opposite each other, leisurely and contented.
Or maybe it's a clothing store, where you can personally help me choose my underwear at the peach-pink lingerie counter.
Tsk, what a rare opportunity, what mode should I choose?

Yaluo was thinking in a tangled way, and then he fell asleep unknowingly.

"Where should we meet?"

The next day in the club, he sat at the table, supporting his head with one hand and tapping the table with the other, still thinking about the date location. He always felt that it would be boring to just go to an ordinary place to eat and drink.

But I can’t think of anything new for now.

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

While he was deep in thought, a very inappropriate laugh was heard behind him.

"Can you please keep your voice down a bit?"

Yaluo turned his head and looked at Liuli who was reading a joke in the newspaper.

"Haha. Because, because this is really funny, Yaluo, look at this joke."

Liuli ran over with a newspaper, put it on the table and read it to him:

"A man walked into the clinic with his hands on his head and a painful look on his face. The doctor asked him if he had a headache. He said, 'No, doctor, my hands are glued to my head with super glue. Isn't it funny? Haha!"

After Liuli finished reading, she laughed so hard that she shook on her chair.

"What a cold joke." Yaluo's mouth twitched.

However, he did see a piece of news on another page of the newspaper:

"Vesana Theatre's newest play, 'The Brave and the Dragon,' premieres on the 23rd of this month."

(End of this chapter)