My love game is too abstract

“How can you be even more direct than in my dreams!”

Yarrow was shocked.

Serena took off his shirt, and then embraced him, her weight forcing Yarrow to fall backward.

A large bed appeared out of nowhere behind them, and they fell onto it. Serena straddled him, looking down at him with rapid breaths.

“I hate you so much, you even bother me in my dreams.” Serena said coquettishly.

Then she moved down, reaching out and slowly unfastening Yarrow's pants.

Yarrow froze when she unfastened them.

That area.

A void, he couldn't see anything.

“I, I'm gone?” He was stunned.

He quickly realized that this was, after all, Serena's dream, and dreams couldn't depict things she had never seen.

It was just that the rendering module wasn't sufficient…

Serena looked at the blurry area, seeming somewhat puzzled.

Soon, Yarrow noticed something was wrong. Everything around them in the dream began to melt away like snow, disappearing like sand blown by the wind.

He was ejected from the dream and returned to reality.

He was still in Serena's room, still in his transparent dream spirit form.

“Could it be that because Serena has absolutely no experience, the dream collapses as soon as it reaches this kind of scene?” He thought, twitching his lips.

Turning his head, he saw Serena had already opened her eyes and sat up, clutching her chest and panting.

“I, I actually had that kind of dream… I actually dreamed about him…”

Her face was flushed, and she covered her face and rolled around on the bed, letting out a shameful cry that she couldn't hide.

“What, what, what am I even doing! I even said those kinds of things!”

She hugged a pillow, her slender legs kicking the bedsheets rapidly.

Then she slowly calmed down her embarrassment and glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

It was barely past midnight.

Serena was silent for a moment, and then a soft voice came from under the pillow.

“That feeling is coming again…”

Then Yarrow watched her get out of bed, first go to the washroom to wash her hands, then take a waterproof pad from the cabinet and spread it on the bed, then confirm that the door was locked, and finally shrink into the blanket.

Staying here any longer would be impolite.

Yarrow covered his forehead and left Serena's room.

Arriving at Tao Hu's room, he saw the little fox was hugging her tail, her face buried in the fluff, sleeping soundly.

Above her was a dream orb.

Yarrow made contact, and his body was drawn inside.

Opening his eyes, he found himself standing among misty mountains, with a stone path leading upwards in front of him.

The rolling mountains were shrouded in layers of mist, the dark green peaks looming in and out of sight. Only the tips of distant mountains were visible. Nearby, pines and cypresses grew in clusters, and the sound of waterfalls echoed. Several cranes flew through the mountains, complementing each other, creating a scene like an ink painting.

“As expected, this is Tao Hu's dream. It's like coming home.”

Yarrow sighed as he looked at the beautiful scenery.

It had been a long time since he had seen such a landscape full of Chinese-style paintings. It couldn't help but make him feel nostalgic.

Following the deep path in front of him, he saw a small pavilion among the pine trees and heard the melodious sound of a zither.

In the pavilion was only a pink-haired beauty, wearing a white Ru skirt, sitting on the ground. In front of her was a low table with tea, an inkstone, a brush holder, and a zither.

Tao Hu's fair hands caressed the strings of the zither, and the melodious music echoed through the mountains.

Yarrow stood quietly to the side, not disturbing her.

When the song ended, Tao Hu gently exhaled, picked up a teacup from the side, skimmed off the foam, and took a sip of tea.

Only then did she turn her head and see Yarrow.

“Yarrow, you're here!”

She put down the teacup and said with a smile.

She picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea for Yarrow, and handed it over with both hands.

“Come on, have some tea first. Although you can't taste it in a dream, the necessary sense of ritual is still important.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Yarrow took it and took a sip. He really couldn't taste anything, and he could only search his memory for the taste of tea.

He sat cross-legged on a futon, slowly sipping his tea.

“By the way, Yarrow, what do you think of the zither music just now?” Tao Hu asked.

“It was played very well, sometimes as heavy as a mountain range, sometimes as light as a stream. It's like describing the scenery.” Yarrow said with a smile.

Tao Hu's face turned slightly red, and she smiled shyly.

“Don't praise me so much. After all, in a dream, as long as there is music in your head, no matter how you play it, there will be good-sounding zither music.”

Then she looked at Yarrow with some surprise: “But, I didn't expect that you could actually hear the mysteries in this zither music. This is called a zither, and there is no such instrument in your world.”

“I was just guessing.”

“However, this can also show that our compatibility is very high, just like Boya and Ziqi.”

Tao Hu raised a finger solemnly.

“This is a story from our world. It tells the story of a zither player named Zhong Ziqi, who met a friend named Yu Boya who understood him very well. Every time, he could hear the mysteries contained in his soft voice, and their relationship became very good.”

The little fox began to tell him this familiar story, and he held his teacup, listening with a smile.

“So, Zhong Ziqi smashed the zither because there was no one in the world who could understand his zither music, and he would never play the zither again. Later, their story evolved into a classic called 'High Mountain Flowing Water'.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yarrow with a smile:

“And now, Yarrow is our family's Boya.”

“Although Yarrow and I don't come from the same world, he unexpectedly understands me in many ways. Even if I talk about things from our world, he can understand what I mean. He is my soulmate.”

Tao Hu said from the bottom of her heart.

These words stirred a ripple in Yarrow's heart.

Yes, wasn't he the same? Although Tao Hu was not the same as his world, in this other world, he could only find resonance in her, such as the mountains and fields, the tea, and the zither, which made him endlessly reminisce.

Thinking about it, he lowered his head and said softly: “I think so too, Tao Hu, you are also a unique soulmate in my heart.”

“Eh?”

This sentence made Tao Hu, who had been smiling just now, flush all of a sudden. She blinked her eyes and looked at Yarrow in surprise.

“I'm right, there are some things in my heart that only you can understand, only you can give me.” Yarrow looked into her eyes and said sincerely.

Tao Hu was stunned by his gaze, but her eyes dodged. Her face turned slightly red, and she opened her mouth to say something, but then flicked her hair, took a sip of tea, and finally said with a slight fluster:

“Right, right, let's start quickly, special training, right, special training in the dream…”