My love game is too abstract

"Master! A cuckoldry event is happening!" Lyuli's voice echoed in his mind.

"I know!" Yarrow shouted.

He looked at Lula, who was closing her eyes and looking up with anticipation, and struggled with difficulty.

"How could… such a thing happen…"

Could it be that because of his relationship with Zephyr, his current closeness with Lula has led to her being judged as a cuckold?

If that's the case, then what about the slogans he shouted before?

It's as if the hero became the demon king after defeating the demon king.

"Hey? What should I do now? I just showed off and said pure love is invincible, but then I cheated on my girlfriend behind her back. That's too bad~"

Lyuli mocked with a grin in his mind.

"You're so annoying," Yarrow said through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong? Yarrow?" Lula opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"No, it's nothing," Yarrow said.

He hesitated, but finally said, "Why don't we just call it off today? I just remembered that I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

With that, he was about to leave.

"I don't mind!"

Lula quickly grabbed him, her body pressed against him, her full breasts deforming against his body.

The little snake looked at him with a pitiful expression:

"Yarrow has been very busy lately, and I can't help him. When I have free time, it's never my turn, and only at times like this can I take up a little of Yarrow's time. So, even if it's just for a little while, please stay with me, okay?"

With such an expression and such words, it's really hard to refuse.

His hands subconsciously hugged the delicate body in front of him.

Noticing Yarrow's closeness, Lula pursed her lips and smiled, rubbing her face against his chest.

"Yarrow's scent is so good."

She murmured softly.

"Now, whenever I think of Yarrow, my heart beats so fast, and I feel a warm sensation. The books say that's what humans call love, but I don't really understand. What exactly is human love?"

"Saying things like that really makes it easy to break my defenses," Yarrow thought bitterly.

Damn it, if this continues, I really won't be able to maintain my Dao heart!

Lula raised her head, her cheeks flushed, her delicate lips slightly parted, exhaling a sweet breath, and a pair of jewel-like dark green pupils with shyness and nervous anticipation, softly said:

"So, Yarrow, can you teach me? What does it mean to love?"

The girl's words mixed with her sweet breath, and this mental impact almost instantly broke through his psychological defenses.

Thus, the pure love warrior was shamefully defeated.

The door was gently pushed open. Yarrow glanced into the room and saw Zephyr still leaning against the headboard, with a night light on, holding a book and reading.

"Still awake," he said tentatively.

"Yeah," Zephyr didn't even turn her head, quietly turning a page, and said faintly:

"Someone told this king to come back and wait, but the person hasn't arrived yet."

"…I've kept you waiting," Yarrow said with guilt.

Zephyr then slightly turned her eyes and glanced at him. Seeing his apologetic expression, she sighed slightly.

She sat up straight, her slender legs curled up, and then patted her thighs and said to Yarrow:

"Come here."

Lying on Zephyr's fleshy thighs, the silver dragon's delicate fingers gently caressed his face.

The room was very quiet, the air was filled with the girl's faint fragrance, the sound of the wind could be faintly heard outside the window, and the slight friction sound of the silver dragon's thigh skin and the bed sheet under his head.

In such an atmosphere, it was indeed easy to relax. Under Zephyr's gentle caress, he was almost asleep.

"Have you been very tired lately?" Zephyr asked softly.

"A little, I often have to run out in the middle of the night," Yarrow said.

"What are you doing?"

"Something very important."

"More important than this king?"

"No, it's not."

Zephyr hummed softly.

"What if this king called you up in the middle of the night to run errands and buy desserts?"

"Then I'll go, what else can I do? I can't not spoil my own dragon," Yarrow said.

"This king wants to eat cream puffs, go buy them now."

"But the shops are closed now, so…"

"You're being glib."

Zephyr pinched his mouth.

The silver dragon leaned against the headboard, looking at the night outside the window, and suddenly asked:

"Is it boring to be with this king?"

"Huh?" Yarrow slightly raised his head and looked at the silver dragon in confusion.

"Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"Because sometimes when we're together, I always feel like you're unhappy."

"Is that so…" Yarrow frowned and thought, "No, right? Could it be that you're overthinking things?"

Zephyr slightly lowered her eyes.

"Maybe."

The room fell silent, and after a while, Zephyr slowly said again.

"To this king, the current days are really like a dream. I spend every day leisurely like this, without having to consider what's happening in the clan, and without being supervised in every word and action."

"But… these days will eventually end, and I will still have to go back to continue fulfilling the duties of the throne. So, this king just wants to take advantage of the time when I can still be leisurely and do more things that I like…"

She paused, and then continued:

"I also want to spend more time with the person I like."

Yarrow was silent.

Yarrow had also thought about what Zephyr said. She can still stay by his side now only because of the special arrangements of the Dragon Clan, but all of this will eventually end. In ten or so years at most, or two or three years at least, Zephyr will return to the Dragon Clan.

In the end, the title of Dragon King is not so easy to remove.

She ultimately belongs there.

"Perhaps, this king shouldn't be so selfish, monopolizing you and not letting you interact with other girls. After all, this king will eventually leave, and your life will continue."

Yarrow looked calmly at the ceiling: "So, you're allowing me to philander?"

Zephyr pinched his cheek: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you said that. If I see you with a strange woman, this king will still not spare you."

She snorted, and then changed the subject: "But if it's Serena and the others… this king can turn a blind eye."

"Rabbits generally don't eat the grass near their own burrows."

"Then do you want to eat this king's fist?"

Zephyr shook her pink little dragon claws.

Yarrow sighed,

"You're already starting to say these sentimental things now. Won't I have to feel stifled in my heart when I'm with you after this?"

"It's going to happen eventually, so it's better to make it clear now," Zephyr said.

"Then I can't let you run away like this. You were the one who confessed to me first. You want to go back on your word after not even that long?"

"I've already told you, this is the duty of a Dragon King. If you accept the throne, you can't have too many personal desires," Zephyr said.

"The current life is just a flash in the pan, and it will eventually end."

"No, it won't."

Yarrow got up and faced Zephyr,

"I'll think of a win-win solution, one that will allow you to maintain your position as Dragon King and not separate from you."

"Do you know what that one sentence means?" Zephyr looked at him helplessly.

That means he must be able to influence the kingdom and be recognized by the Dragon Clan.

And there probably isn't a single human in the world who can do both of these things.

"What if I become the first one?" Yarrow said.

"Then this king will marry you."

Whether it was a joke or not, Zephyr said this sentence very decisively, her expression was also very calm, and her golden eyes quietly looked at him.

Yarrow looked at the silver dragon and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"You said that."