My love game is too abstract

"That Dragon King-sama has been on leave for three weeks and still hasn't returned."

"Yeah, it's been so long since the Dragon Clan History class. I hope it doesn't affect our grades, right?"

"Sigh, I expected this. That Dragon King was just doing it on a whim. How could she stay at school for long? If she lost interest, wouldn't she just go back?"

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

"Come on, at least we get to rest later, right?"

Hearing these snippets, Yarrow sighed as well.

He was on his way to class, but the next class was Dragon Clan History, and the teacher wasn't there.

Going there would just be for self-study.

Almost a month had passed since Zesia obtained the fragments of memories and dreams from Iffemina, and from the fourth day onwards, Zesia hadn't left her room.

Serena and Vinea would bring her meals, and each time they went, they only saw her lying in bed sleeping, with that soap bubble full of dreams and memories floating beside her.

"Do you think Zesia might be encountering some difficulties?" Serena asked him.

"I don't think so. She's probably just looking for what she needs," Yarrow said.

"It's just taking a bit long."

To be honest, Yarrow wasn't confident either. It had been so long, and he hadn't even seen the silver dragon's face. It was hard not to worry.

But besides worrying, there was nothing else he could do. She wouldn't let him help, so he could only wait for her to finish on her own.

He couldn't interfere much in the affairs of the Dragon Clan.

Night.

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

"I'll wait for her to come out on her own," he said, shaking his head.

After finishing all his tasks, he could finally sleep. He planned to go downstairs and make himself a cup of calming tea.

He took the tea leaves from the cupboard, boiled water, and was about to brew it when someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey."

He turned around and saw a humanoid creature that looked like a furball.

"Woc!" He was so startled that he almost spilled the hot water from the teapot in his hand. He quickly took two steps back and placed the teapot on the table.

"What are you shouting for? It's me, the King."

The "furball" made Zesia's voice, and stretched out two slender hands, pushing aside the silver fur to reveal Zesia's face.

However, her face was quite haggard. He was surprised that Zesia, with her dragon bloodline, could look so tired.

Her golden vertical pupils were drooping, and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes. She must not have rested well, and her skin had lost its original luster.

The reason she looked like a furball was because her head of silver hair hadn't been trimmed for a month, and now it had grown so long that it trailed several meters on the ground, like a silver gown.

"You... you've come out of seclusion," Yarrow said, staring at her up and down with wide eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving," Zesia said, slightly irritated.

"Then wait a moment."

Zesia dragged her long hair across the floor and sat down at the table. After a while, Yarrow busied himself in the kitchen and brought her a plate of tomato and egg noodles.

This was the easiest to make among the delicious foods. Yarrow often used it as a late-night snack, but he had never made it in front of anyone before.

It could be considered his exclusive culinary recipe in this world.

"What is this?"

Zesia leaned in and smelled it. The aroma was acceptable, but she had been in the human world for so long, and this was the first time she had seen tomatoes and eggs cooked like this.

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

Zesia picked up the fork and poked at it a few times, then picked up a forkful of noodles with the red and yellow sauce and slurped it down.

Then she couldn't stop anymore.

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

Soon, a large bowl of noodles was empty.

"Are you full? If it's not enough, I'll cook more noodles for you. There's still a lot of sauce left," Yarrow said.

Zesia didn't speak, but she reached out and pushed the bowl in front of Yarrow.

"Still shy, huh?" He found it a little funny, got up, took 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 Zesia contentedly wipe her mouth with a handkerchief and take a large gulp of tea to moisten her throat.

Yarrow hadn't said anything while she was eating, but now that she was finished, he couldn't help but ask:

"Are your matters over there all finished?"

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

"Oh," Yarrow said, feeling a little disappointed.

"But... there has been great progress. Now there is a gap, and I can have a good rest," Zesia said lightly.

"Is that so," Yarrow smiled faintly.

Zesia leaned back in her chair and looked at him: "Has anything happened at home while I was away?"

"No, oh, Xiaoji did have a conflict and ran away from home once. It was quite interesting. Do you want to hear me tell you about it?" Yarrow said.

"Later," Zesia brushed the hair that had fallen in front of her face, "Now you come and help me."

"Help you?"

"Go boil water, I'm going to take a bath, and the hair," Zesia picked up a strand of silver hair, "has to be cut."

Inside the bathroom filled with hot steam, Yarrow stood among the silver hair scattered on the floor, pouring a basin of hot water over Zesia's body.

"Speaking of which, it hasn't been long, how did you grow such long hair?"

He said while applying shampoo to her hair.

"Do you think the growth rate of the Dragon Clan is the same as that of humans?" Zesia said calmly.

"Then shouldn't we cut it first and then wash it? There's so much, we'll have to use two bottles of shampoo. It's hard enough to wash it, and then we have to cut it all off," Yarrow said.

"Idiot, that would damage the hair quality," the silver dragon said.

"Huh?" Yarrow looked at her amusedly, "You actually care about that? And where did you hear that kind of thing?"

"Magazines," Zesia said, "Now I don't just read novels, I also read magazines."

"That's great," Yarrow muttered.

After using two bottles of shampoo, Zesia had a head full of thick bubbles, like a big sheep. Yarrow sat on a small stool and scrubbed her hair.

It felt like... giving the big dog at home a bath.

His eyes glanced slightly, Zesia was a little sleepy, nodding her head, wrapped in a bath towel, her skin slightly pink from the hot water.

Yarrow was really curious, how could she, with her flat chest, keep the bath towel from falling down.

After scrubbing almost enough, another basin of hot water was poured down, and the drowsy Zesia also woke up instantly,

"Okay, done," Yarrow said, clapping his hands.

Zesia rubbed her eyes, yawned, and said in a low voice:

"Tail."

"What?"

"Also the tail, scrub it for me too."

"You guy..."

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

Finally, it was scrubbed clean.

"Alright,"

A basin of water was splashed on it, and the wooden basin was thrown aside.

Then Zesia got up and walked into the shower on the side, pulling the curtain.

The curtain let in light, forming a hazy silhouette inside.

Only the silhouette of her taking off the bath towel was visible, revealing a moving curve, with subtle details faintly visible on the slight bulge.

The showerhead sprayed water, and the rising heat blurred the figure.

"Yarrow..."

Zesia inside suddenly called out.

"What's wrong again?"

"I'm quite surprised by how calm you are right now."

"What are you referring to?"

"If it was before, shouldn't you have asked, 'Can we wash together?' or tried to take advantage of me as much as possible?" There was a slight smile in Zesia's voice.

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

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

"Worried about me?"

"This matter has dragged you down for so long, staying in the room all day and not coming out. It's impossible for me not to worry about you."

The beautiful figure inside stopped moving and said with a slight helplessness:

"Didn't I tell you before? The Dragon Clan's affairs have nothing to do with you."

"But it has to do with you," Yarrow said, "Then it has to do with me."

There was silence inside for a while, then Zesia said:

"To be honest, it doesn't really have much to do with me either."

"But it has entangled you for so long, hasn't it?"

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

"Is it the same for you?"

Zesia was silent for two seconds, then nodded:

"But I have to do it, this is for the future of the Dragon Clan."

"Then I have nothing to say, since it's so important to you, then I have to do it too."

"Alright, I've said that you don't need to worry about this, instead of considering this, why not use your words to get me to reward you," Zesia said.

"Who cares about that kind of thing?" Yarrow said faintly: "I only care about you now, Zesia."

"If something happens to you later and I can't help you, that's what I'll regret the most."

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

This time there was a considerable period of silence inside, before Zesia said softly:

"You're really an idiot."