My love game is too abstract

Yarrow was visiting the Dragon King's Palace for the first time.

It was so magnificent and grand, like a giant's palace from a myth.

And he was like a tiny bug in this palace.

"Good heavens, are those all gemstones镶 (xiāng) embedded up there?"

"You guys actually use gold as flooring? And you've paved such a large area with it?"

"This entire pillar is actually made of night crystal stone夜晶石 (yè jīng shí)?"

"If I could just pry off a small piece of this wall, it would be enough to live on for the rest of my life."

Just like Grandma Wang entering the Grand View Garden, Yarrow marveled all the way.

Following Zexia, he walked into a great hall.

"Is this the Dragon King's main hall? Where's the throne?" he asked curiously.

"We've only just entered the gate; this is the front hall."

Zexia, walking ahead, said nonchalantly.

"The front hall is already this big? How magnificent must the main hall be?" Yarrow exclaimed in surprise.

"Quiet. Even though we're in a dream, if other dragons see a human here, it'll be troublesome to deal with," Zexia said, turning her neck towards him.

Yarrow wisely shut his mouth, quietly admiring the grandeur of the Dragon King's Palace.

He had once heard that dragons were almost all gemstone enthusiasts, coupled with an almost perverted collecting habit, making the dragon race the species with the largest reserves of gemstones, crystals, and gold in the world.

No wonder so many adventurers liked to farm dragon dungeons; even tripping while walking might lead to picking up a few gemstones and getting rich.

Following behind Zexia, they passed a half-open door that was a full hundred meters high.

That gap, which was a mere crack for dragons, was enough for dozens of people to pass through side by side.

He could also see the situation inside from the outside.

Inside was also a magnificent hall. He saw two dragons talking inside, but perhaps a silencing spell had been cast, because even though the two dragons were speaking, he couldn't hear a sound.

One of the dragons was the current Dragon King, Elga. This was the first time he had seen Elga's dragon form; before, he had only seen his restrained form.

The other dragon was the brown giant dragon the size of an aircraft carrier that he had seen when he first came in. His size was truly magnificent; even Elga seemed smaller standing next to him.

"What are you looking at? I told you to be discreet and not cause trouble," Zexia said, displeased, seeing him sneaking peeks through the crack in the door.

"Coming."

Yarrow took a few steps to catch up.

"Say, Zexia, who's that brown dragon? He's even bigger than your brother," Yarrow asked as he walked.

"That's Yanston. He was indeed the largest dragon in his time. He's a member of the Council of Elders, but he died a hundred years ago from a serious illness," Zexia said.

"Dragons can get sick too?"

"It's very rare. Dragons have a terminal illness called 'Spotted Scale Disease.' The scales of afflicted dragons dissolve, then clump together, forming hard lumps. The process is very painful, and a dragon usually dies within two months. This is also a legacy of the dragon race's past abuse of alchemical potions."

During their conversation, they had already arrived in front of an archway. This door was much smaller than the other doors in the palace, only about twenty meters high.

Without seeing Zexia do anything, the door opened before his eyes. Seeing the scenery inside, he was slightly stunned.

Unlike the golden splendor and gemstone-paved roads outside, this room was much smaller overall. In the center was a pool of water, steaming with mist, surrounded by lush vegetation: flowers, grass, vines, like a greenhouse.

He immediately saw the two dragon nests, one large and one small, surrounded by flowers.

From the smaller one, came the low cries of a baby.

"She's already awake."

Zexia quickly stepped forward, extending her tail, curling it to pull Yuri, still a baby dragon, out from inside. She held her in front of her with her tail, gently rocking her, coaxing her.

Zexia hummed, gently rocking her, her movements so gentle.

Even in a dream, Zexia was fulfilling her responsibility as an elder sister.

"I didn't expect Zexia to be so surprisingly suited to being a mother..." Yarrow thought.

No wonder Yuri was so dependent on her sister. Taking care of her like raising a daughter, how could there be no affection?

Putting the lulled Yuri back into the dragon's nest, Zexia breathed a long sigh of relief.

Turning her head, she saw Yarrow looking at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Zexia asked displeased.

"I just didn't expect you to have such a side to you," he said, "Taking care of your sister like a mother."

Hearing this, Zexia, rarely, did not get angry, and raised her dragon tail to gently stroke Yuri's head.

"Yuri never saw our parents when she was born. I raised her. Dragon bloodlines are like this. A dragon egg takes at least ten years from birth to hatching, plus dragons usually only give birth in their later years, so most of the time we siblings raise each other."

Zexia sighed: "In the past, I originally planned to use the way Elga taught me to teach Yuri, but I was never ruthless enough to do it, which is why she's become so willful now."

"Uh, how did Elga teach you in the past?" Yarrow asked curiously.

"It's nothing. He just threw me off a cliff when my scales hadn't even fully grown, just so I could learn to fly sooner. I soaked in magma every day so that my scales would be brighter and harder. I practiced magical abilities every day, and he never gave me anything to eat from the moment I grew teeth, collecting the food distributed by the dragon clan and making me hunt for myself."

Zexia gave a low laugh, devoid of hope.

"Once, because of this, other dragons tried to dissuade him, afraid that he would just kill me like that."

"Your childhood was pretty miserable..." Yarrow said.

"I think being able to survive childhood is a miracle," Zexia said faintly.

But to be honest, arduous training as Dragon King is definitely a necessity.

Zexia's small cicada-wing-like wings trembled twice. She turned her head to look around, as if afraid someone would eavesdrop, then whispered to Yarrow:

"Actually, when you turned Elga into that before, to be honest, I was quite relieved, after all, I'd never seen her suffer since I was little."

Yarrow couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not allowed to say this to Elga and Yuri!" Zexia sternly warned.

"I probably won't have the chance to see them again in the future, so how would I say it?" Yarrow spread his hands.

In fact, he was quite touched that Zexia was willing to tell him some of her unspoken thoughts.

Seeing that Yuri's breathing was already even, Zexia walked to the side and lay down among a cluster of flowers.

"Rest for a while. We'll go over when it gets dark," she said.

Yarrow also walked over and sat down beside her.

Leaning against Zexia's body, looking at this graceful dragon form, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her, smoothing over the smooth scales, touching the soft, slightly matte belly.

The texture is really good.

"Hey."

At this time, Zexia frowned and looked over at him.

"I'm a young dragon right now."

"It's okay. Didn't I say that even if you're a dragon, I still like you?" Yarrow said, "And the opportunity is rare. How many times in a human's life can you touch a real dragon? Just let me enjoy it."

"What I mean is..." Zexia's gaze towards him became strange.

"I'm a young dragon right now, equivalent to a seven or eight-year-old human, so..."

She narrowed her eyes slightly at him.

"Are you a lolicon?"