My love game is too abstract

“How come there's an old acquaintance among these sacrifices?”

The massive dragon head sneered, looking down at him.

“Well, long time no see, Zezia,”

He greeted, twitching the corner of his mouth.

“Indeed, it has been a while, Yarrow,”

Zezia straightened up, saying to him with exceptional pride.

“You didn't expect it, did you? Even without your help, I could transform back into a dragon and even rule the world! Now, you should call me the World Dominator!”

As she spoke, she extended her dragon claw, picking up Yarrow's cage and making him look towards the city below the altar.

“See that? This is my kingdom!”

The believers cheered, shouting her name.

Zezia closed her eyes, enjoying the worship of the entire world.

Yarrow really didn't have the heart to tell her that all of this was just a dream.

“Then, World Dominator Zezia, now that you're so great, could you take care of little old me?” he asked, chuckling at Zezia.

Zezia chuckled softly.

“Don't worry, I won't mistreat you, considering our old friendship,”

“Just stay by my side and continue being my servant. If you do well, I will reward you.”

“Hey, come on, we're such good friends, and you still want me to be your servant? You're the World Dominator; can't you grant me a title of nobility?” Yarrow said, feeling dissatisfied.

“Hmm?”

Zezia brought his cage closer, narrowing her eyes as she stared at him.

“You're not satisfied with continuing to serve me?”

“A little bit…”

“Then I'll just eat you!”

With that, Zezia crushed the cage, directly throwing Yarrow into her mouth.

“Are you freaking serious!”

Yarrow's scream abruptly stopped as Zezia closed her mouth.

He was thrown into her mouth, but instead of being swallowed, he was held and tossed around, licked back and forth by the dragon's tongue.

After this went on for a while, Zezia opened her mouth and spat Yarrow onto her dragon claws, looking at his saliva-covered body as he gasped for breath, a smirk on her face as she chuckled.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Very… very satisfied. I'm extremely satisfied…”

Yarrow panted, actually starting to chuckle.

“Actually, Zezia, after you changed back to your original form, I found that I like you even more.”

Zezia was taken aback for a moment, then slightly pursed her lips.

“You really can say anything,”

“No, I'm not lying.” Yarrow looked at her with deep affection.

“Actually, I should say that no matter what you become, my feelings for you will never change.”

He stood up, his feet leaving the ground, and flew up.

He could fly at any time in the dream now; he could already do it.

He flew in front of Zezia's head, stopping beside her pupils, reaching out to gently stroke her hard dragon scales, and smiling tenderly: “To me, this current form of yours is the best.”

“How cheesy! You jerk!”

Zezia shouted, but then, her body was suddenly enveloped in light, that familiar feeling returning. In the light, her body shrank, the golden light dissipated, and she transformed back into her teenage form, standing on the altar, staring blankly at her hands.

“I… changed back again?!”

The believers below the altar also started shouting:

“Huh? Seriously? How did our tall and mighty king turn into this?”

“The king's original form is actually just a little girl?”

“What a letdown.”

“What kind of thing have I been supporting?”

“So it was just a mascot dragon; how boring.”

“How can even the World Dominator have a scandal?”

“Let's go, let's go…”

The believers below dispersed one after another.

Zezia turned her head and found Yarrow standing there looking at her, a smug expression on his face, smiling and saying:

“Welcome back, Zezia.”

Zezia's pretty face gradually lost control.

“I, Dragon Mommy, will bite you to death!”

She charged up, howling. Yarrow turned and ran. Only the two of them were left chasing each other on the high altar.

At the breakfast table in the morning.

Zezia, Serena, and Yarrow each sat with dark circles under their eyes, looking listless.

The others at the table looked at the three of them with confusion.

“Yarrow, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?” Ji Xiaofei asked.

“Yeah, I had a nightmare last night,” Yarrow said, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“What about Zezia?”

“Tch.”

Zezia glared fiercely at Yarrow, then snorted and said: “I had a nightmare.”

“And Serena?”

Serena also secretly glanced at Yarrow, her face slightly flushed.

“I… I had a nightmare too…”

The others at the table looked at them with confusion.

“You… all had the same nightmare?”

The three of them looked at each other a few times, then looked away.

“It's driving the dragon crazy… even in my dreams, he's pestering me,”

Zezia said, biting into a piece of bread, filled with resentment.

After breakfast, they did their usual cleaning up and headed to school.

Yarrow was standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, putting on his tie when he was suddenly kicked from behind.

“What are you doing?” He turned his head and frowned at Zezia.

“Making you pay for ruining my good dream!” Zezia said, glaring at him.

“Oh? What kind of dream?” Yarrow asked, pretending to be curious.

“Anyway, it was a good dream, but as soon as you appeared in the dream, it was all ruined!” Zezia said, sullenly.

“But isn't that your own dream? How is it my fault?” Yarrow said.

“Isn't it because I'm thinking about you every day! As a result, I can even meet you in my dreams!” Zezia said.

“You're thinking about me every day?” Yarrow's playful smile widened.

Zezia also realized that this sentence sounded a bit ambiguous. Her pretty face flushed, and she gritted her teeth, lifting her foot and grinding it on his shoe, scolding him shyly:

“Just thinking about you makes me angry!”

After she finished speaking, she walked away, sulking.

After she left, Serena walked over, but she looked unwell, her eyelids drooping, looking dazed. She stood next to him and pinned a hairpin in her hair.

Yarrow glanced at her and said, pretending not to care:

“Serena, did you also have a nightmare last night?”

“Yeah,” Serena said softly.

“What kind of nightmare?”

“I dreamed about you…”

Serena was about to say it when she realized that she couldn't just casually say what her dream was.

“Dreamed about me what?”

Seeing that she wasn't speaking, Yarrow pressed.

“I dreamed about tutoring you, but I got so angry!” Serena said, turning her head.

“Then thank you, Serena, for tutoring me even in my dreams,” Yarrow chuckled.

“But, you know, I also dreamed about you last night, Serena.”

“You dreamed about me again?” Serena gave him a slight sideways glance.

“Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing to say, but last night I dreamed about studying with you in the library, and then as we were studying, we couldn't help but get intimate, but then I woke up for no reason, which really pissed me off. It's rare to see such a cute and proactive side of you in my dreams.”

“Eh, after waking up, I kept savoring it, thinking about your appearance, and I couldn't help but…”

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Serena, finding that the girl's pretty face was already completely red, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

“Are you okay?” Yarrow asked.

“I… I'm fine…”

Serena looked at him in a panic, then tried to compose herself, snorting, and stammering:

“Only you could have such a lewd dream.”

“That's right, only me. You would never have such a dream, right, Serena?” Yarrow asked her.

Serena opened her mouth, then fiddled with her hair in front of the mirror again, then, inexplicably flustered, pinned the hairpin on her collar.

“I, I'm going to school,”

That's all she said in the end, then she grabbed her schoolbag and ran away as if escaping.