My love game is too abstract

“Since that's the case, don't you mind? That humans are stealing your name? And I think that Jarvis butler might have already noticed your identity,” Yarrow asked.

“If a bunch of kittens and puppies said you were their master and then lorded it over the other cats and dogs, what would you think?” Ze Xia said calmly.

Yarrow thought for a moment and said, “I think it would be quite interesting.”

“That's the idea.”

Indeed, for a dragon, looking at ordinary humans is like looking at cats and dogs, isn't it? So the squabbles of cats and dogs are like entertainment to Ze Xia.

Speaking of which, as long as a dragon transforms into human form, can they have offspring with humans? Doesn't that mean Ze Xia can get pregnant and have little dragons now?

Ah, no, no, no, you can't get a dragon child without entering the dragon's lair. That thought is a bit dangerous.

They returned to the earth dragon carriage and placed the still uncomfortable Tao Hu on the soft sofa.

Yarrow fed her a bottle of recovery potion. For an ordinary person, Tao Hu was obviously more affected by the dragon's pressure. At this time, the little fox's face was very bad, her eyes were closed, her breathing was very weak, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

“Ze Xia's pressure is a suppression of bloodline. Ordinary recovery potions are difficult to cure,” Lulu La muttered softly to the side.

“This is a bit troublesome.”

Yarrow stroked Tao Hu's cheek with his palm, wondering if he should feed her some of his sweat or something. After all, he now has dragon bloodline, and his sweat also has a strong healing effect.

“Everyone step aside, let this king do it.”

At this time, Ze Xia stepped forward, stretched out a finger, and pressed it on Tao Hu's forehead. Yarrow noticed a slight golden light flowing from her fingertip.

Two or three seconds later, she removed her finger, and then saw Tao Hu “wow” and suddenly propped herself up from the sofa, as if waking up from a nightmare, panting heavily.

“Tao Hu, are you okay?” Yarrow hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

“Eh? Me, am I suddenly better?” Tao Hu was also surprised, touching her face.

Her head was no longer dizzy, her body was no longer cold, and her heartbeat had slowed down.

“This king gave you a layer of dragon bloodline blessing, which enhanced your bloodline, so the pressure effect brought by the bloodline will no longer be effective on you,” Ze Xia said.

The silver dragon's sudden kindness surprised Tao Hu. She scratched her head:

“I see, thank you, Ze Xia.”

“Thank you for what,” Ze Xia shifted her gaze, “This king accidentally hurt you in the first place.”

The atmosphere became much more harmonious. Yarrow had been noticing Ze Xia's changes during this time. When she first came, she always held the dragon king's airs, but now she has let go and is obviously more friendly to the people around her.

However, Lulu La, who was on the side, looked particularly horrified when she saw this scene.

“No, no, no, Ze Xia actually, actually admitted her mistake. Has she been brainwashed? How terrifying.”

Yarrow packed the items in his storage bag, planning to go back:

“Are you coming with us?” he asked Ze Xia.

He knew that Ze Xia usually didn't like riding in vehicles.

“Otherwise? This king flew for a day and a night to chase you, I'm so tired,” Ze Xia said, lying down on the sofa, with her two fair feet on the armrest of the sofa.

She stretched lazily and looked at Lulu La.

“You, come here, rub this king's legs.”

“Eek!”

Lulu La, who was named, shivered, as if Ze Xia was asking her to come over for punishment.

Although unwilling, the little fat snake still pursed her lips and walked over in small steps, kneeling beside the sofa, just like a little servant.

But just as she was about to raise her hand, Ze Xia suddenly remembered something and waved her hand at her.

“Forget it, I don't need you anymore, Yarrow, you come here.”

“Huh?”

Yarrow, who was packing his storage bag, frowned and looked over: “What dragon's might are you playing again?”

Ze Xia stared at him with her golden vertical pupils filled with vigilance: “This king's detective novel.”

“Tch.”

Yarrow clicked his tongue in annoyance, put the storage bag aside, and walked over.

Seeing that someone had come to replace her, Lulu La breathed a sigh of relief and ran away as if fleeing.

“Where should I press?”

Yarrow stood by the sofa and asked.

“There, on my feet, my feet are sore from flying all day and night.”

Ze Xia changed her posture and lay on the sofa, saying lazily.

“Why would your feet be sore from flying?”

Yarrow was too lazy to dwell on this, sat on the edge of the sofa, and reached out to hold Ze Xia's fair, delicate feet with rosy soles.

But as soon as his hand touched the delicate skin, Ze Xia suddenly retracted her feet.

“What's wrong with you again?”

Yarrow looked at her in confusion.

At this time, Ze Xia curled up her slender legs, propped up her upper body, her cheeks slightly red, and stared at him with her golden vertical pupils full of vigilance.

The moment Yarrow touched her feet, all the previous memories suddenly flooded into her mind.

“Damn it, I forgot that this guy is a pervert. Letting him touch my feet is like rewarding him!”

Ze Xia thought hatefully.

Lying back down, she said softly: “This king has changed her mind, just rub my legs.”

“You really are capricious.”

Yarrow said helplessly, but still obediently put his hand on her leg and rubbed it.

Not to mention, the silver dragon's thighs were fleshy, and the skin was very smooth, plus the warm body temperature, it felt quite good to the touch.

He pinched from the calf to the thigh, and then rubbed from the left leg to the right leg.

“How is it? Is the strength in place?” Yarrow asked.

“Hmm”

Ze Xia buried her face in the pillow and hummed muffledly.

When Yarrow touched her thigh, it inexplicably made her feel a strange feeling that she had never had before, indescribable, numb, and a bit of pleasure in the shame.

This wonderful feeling gradually fermented in her body, causing a trace of strangeness to rise in her heart.

Yarrow's hand was getting higher and higher, even crossing the absolute area of the skirt very excessively

“Stop! This king doesn't want you anymore! Go stand aside!”

The silver dragon, who could no longer endure this feeling, jumped up suddenly and pushed Yarrow away.

“What exactly do you want! This is not okay and that is not okay! You are very capricious!” Yarrow said irritably.

“Let you go stand aside! Don't disturb this king's rest!”

Ze Xia blushed and shouted at Yarrow, pulled the blanket to the side, pulled it over her head, and covered her whole body.

“Suit yourself, I don't care about you.” Yarrow snorted and turned to continue doing his own thing.

But what he didn't know was that the silver dragon buried under the blanket was blushing so much that water could drip out.

“Just now that was perhaps human pleasure?”

The silver dragon covered her burning cheeks.

“Damn it! I still miscalculated, I shouldn't have let him touch my body!”