My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 71 Bite

"Punishment," Yaluo subconsciously covered his collar.

"No, why are you still angry about the book? Didn't I tell you I would compensate you later?"

"It's not about the book!"

Zeshia said bitterly, now she looked like her tail had been stepped on.

"What is that?" Yaluo asked in confusion.

What is it? Zeshia couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt irritated by the human in front of her. Now, whenever she thought of his face, she felt like she'd been scratched by a cat.

Zeshia shook her head fiercely, glaring at the human in front of her.

Yaluo felt a little uneasy when she stared at him. He always felt that she was going to eat him up. Yes, eat him up, literally.

He coughed and said, "Zeshia, maybe we still have some misunderstandings. Let's talk about it. There's nothing that can't be solved by talking."

Just as Yaluo was about to get up, Zeshia pushed him back and made him fall on the bed.

Then she climbed onto the bed, shook off her furry slippers, and rubbed her body against the sheets, making a rustling sound as she approached the prey in front of her.

She straddled Yaluo's waist with her long, slender legs. She leaned over, placed her hands on either side of his head, and stared at him as if she were in a superior position.

The silver-white hair fell down, carrying bursts of fresh floral fragrance. Yaluo smelled that it was the scent of shampoo oil at home, mixed with Zeshia's own unique body fragrance, lingering with an ambiguous atmosphere, fermenting in the surrounding air.

He swallowed hard and looked at the pretty face of the girl so close to him. Now they could hear each other's breathing and their faces were reflected in each other's eyes.

"Wait, this atmosphere isn't right. What kind of punishment is this? Are they really going to create a new race?"

After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke:
"How about taking a shower first?"

"Shut up!"

The silver dragon yelled at him, then raised a hand and tucked the hair that fell by his face behind his ear.

Then she tore off his clothes, leaned over, opened her cherry-red mouth, and kissed his shoulder.

A warm, soft, and wet feeling followed, but before he could savor it, the feeling turned into a burning pain.

Zeshia bit his shoulder.

"Ow!"

Yaluo almost jumped up in pain, but the silver dragon held his shoulders and sat on his stomach, making him unable to move.

This posture lasted for a full five seconds before she relaxed and straightened her upper body again, a hint of crystal still hanging at the corner of her mouth.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Yaluo frowned and looked at the tooth marks on his shoulder that were still stained with ambergris. The wound had broken the skin and was slightly bleeding.

Zeshia sat on him, gazing at him with her chin raised:
"Bite marks represent submission among the dragon clan, the submission of the lower to the higher."

In the past history of the dragon clan, bite marks on one side of the body from the other side represented defeat and submission to the other. This somewhat barbaric method has now been replaced, but it has become a cultural symbol among the dragon clan. Today, Zeshia remembered it and felt that it was perfect for strengthening her will.

Zeshia's pretty face moved closer to Yaluo again, staring into his eyes, and said word by word:

"I just want to tell you to straighten your attitude and understand who's boss!"

"You are, Master Zeshia, you are."

Yaluo sighed helplessly.

I caught him in the room late at night and was acting so intimately that I thought he was going to be eaten, but who knew he was actually eaten.

Looking at the mark she left on his body, Yaluo was speechless.

How could he explain that in human culture, if a man or woman bore bite marks from the other, generally no one would think who was the younger brother, but rather, "Fuck, those two are having a blast."

I wouldn't know how to explain this if someone else saw it.

Zeshia naturally didn't know what Yalu was worried about at the moment. After biting him, she felt that the clouds in her heart were swept away, and the strange feeling in her heart no longer existed.

That's right, he's just a servant, how could I possibly have any other feelings for him.

"Do you want to bite me again? If not, I'm going back to my room to sleep." Yaluo put on his clothes and was about to leave.

"Why are you panicking?" Zeshia snorted. "The punishment I just mentioned hasn't started yet."

She raised her hand and pointed at a chair on the side, tilting her head.

"Go up and sit down."

"What are you going to do again?" Yaluo sat on the chair in confusion, and then saw Zeshia turn around and sit on him, leaning her body in his arms nonchalantly.

"What are you"

Yaluo was stunned for a moment when he saw the soft dragon girl who was suddenly thrown into his arms.

"Just be my meat cushion for one night. Don't feel ashamed. This is already a favor from me."

Zeshia raised the corner of her mouth and leaned in his arms

"You..." Yaluo gritted his teeth and turned his head away, "Do you have to humiliate me in this way?"

"Hmph, so what? Don't forget your current status. It is your duty to make this king happy."

Zeshia was very happy to see Yaluo's frustrated look. Nothing could make her feel more satisfied than this.

[Zeshia’s favorability increased by 30]

"Be your meat cushion. This is my punishment for you."

"Yes"

Yaluo said, covering his face, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

I have to say, this dragon really lacks understanding of humans.

As a young girl now, sitting in his arms would only increase the excitement.

Zeshia's body was lighter than he thought, and the surface in contact with him was also very soft, except for the big tail pressing against his belly, which was a bit tight.

Feeling the fragrance and soft body of the silver dragon, he thought it would be fine to spend the night like this.

Zeshia took a book and opened it to read.

Yaluo read a page or two and found that it was a chivalrous novel.

"This dragon has a wider taste," he thought.

Yawning, he glanced down inadvertently and saw Zeshia's exposed white belly, where there was a small circle of belly fat.

"Zeshia, have you gained weight? Your belly is showing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Silver Dragon raised his foot and stepped hard on the back of his foot, then turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

"Meat pads can't talk!"

"All right."

Accompanied by the dim candlelight, the sound of Zeshia turning pages, and the warm fragrance lingering around his nose, Yaluo gradually felt sleepy.

When he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of a book falling to the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Zeshia had fallen asleep with her eyes closed, leaning against him.

"Zeshia?"

He cried out softly and shook his body slightly.

The only answer he got was the sound of even breathing.

"Sound asleep."

Yaluo looked at the delicate and pretty face sleeping in his arms and curled the corners of his mouth.

"In that case, don't blame me for taking advantage of you."

He reached out and pinched Zeshia's soft little belly.

"You've gained weight."

"Uh-huh."

Zeshia frowned, murmured softly, moved her body, turned over in his arms, lay on her side, and continued to sleep soundly.

Yaluo reached out and poked the delicate face.

"She's only this cute when she's asleep."

He leaned forward, pulled the blanket from the bed and covered them both with it. He yawned, hugged the sweet girl in his arms, and slowly fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)