I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 147 Happy Wedding
"What the hell..." Anya looked at Zhenna in surprise.

I remember that when she woke up that day, her back was sore and she couldn't straighten up, but that time she was said to be a prank by Isbel, and Zhenna's appearance...seemed to be true.

"Is the bed inside not collapsed?" Mo La joked.

As soon as Isbel saw Zhenna, her eyes lit up, and she immediately leaned forward with enthusiasm, helped Zhenna pull out the chair, reached out to hold Zhenna's arm to help her sit down: "Oh my good sister, you are here ? Sit down, sit down!"

"Uh..." Zhenna looked at Isbel and hesitated to speak.

"You were exhausted yesterday. I'll give you a massage later, and add some herbs to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Isbel took advantage of the opportunity and began to massage Zhenna's shoulders.

"No...no need." Zhenna was a little overwhelmed.

"You're welcome, we'll be good sisters sharing a dragon from now on." Isbel smiled and brought her face closer to Zhenna.

"Don't do this, it's disgusting. What on earth do you want?" Zhenna finally couldn't take it anymore, and pushed Isbel away.

"Well, I actually just want to ask a few questions." Isbel finally sat back in her seat, and moved the chair to Zhenna's side.

"Come on, this is a rare opportunity, let's have a good chat." Mo La was also quite interested in this kind of topic, and immediately changed to the seat on the other side of Zhenna.

"..." Anya didn't say a word, but she didn't leave the dining room either. Instead, she carefully moved to the back of the three chairs and leaned against the wall, and listened.

"To be honest, I don't really want to answer." Zhenna planned to refuse at first, but seeing the two people on the left and the right posting them curiously, she could only sigh helplessly, "But if you want to ask, just ask." Just ask, as long as it's not too weird."

She knew very well that with Isbel's temperament, she would definitely pester her to get to the bottom of it. Instead of being bothered by the other party all day, it's better to simply satisfy the other party's thoughts.

What's more, in her current state, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

"Very good, then..." Isbel raised her hand to the side of her face excitedly, "Size?"

"What did you say?" Zhenna was a little overwhelmed by the first question.

"What else can I say? Are you an experienced person asking me?" Isbel asked back.

Of course Zhenna understood what Isbel was asking, she was just frightened.

"Vulgar! But I like it." Mora commented on Isbel's question, and then looked at Zhenna and urged, "Say it quickly!"

Zhenna faltered for a while, and only choked out a sentence: "I turned off the light at that time, and didn't look at it..."

"Dragon can transform. Considering Ganon's current maximum size, this upper limit is probably hard to imagine. What's the point of asking this?" Anya complained later.

"That's true." Isbel thought for a while, and asked again, "Then ask something practical..."

She moved closer to Zhenna's ear and asked a few more words.

Zhenna blushed more and more, and then fell silent for a while.

"What's wrong with you? Tell me quickly." Isbel urged after waiting for a long time without getting an answer.

"Actually, I lost my memory..." Zhenna looked ready to wake up.

"How can you be like this!?" Isbel yelled and put her arms around Zhenna's neck.

"But your question is too strange, isn't it? What is the difference between the form of a dragon and the form of a human? How can I answer you?" Zhenna struggled.

"There's something wrong with you." Mora looked at Isbel in surprise.

"Oh, I'm an expert, believe me, all the textbooks I read are like this!" Isbel vowed.

"Stop it, talking about this kind of thing with this pervert will distort one's cognition. All she knows is learned from those cults." Anya couldn't help but speak.

"Then it seems that you understand it well?" Isbel turned her head to meet Anya.

"I don't understand, and I don't want to understand!" Anya replied coldly.

"Let's continue to ask the person concerned." Mo La raised her hand and held down Zhen Na who wanted to get away quietly while Isbel diverted her attention.

"Let me go..." Zhenna's tone was pleading.

Now she wished she could turn into a mouse and get out from under the table.

"If you can't say it, how about drinking some wine to strengthen your courage?" Mo La said, pressing the distilled wine bottle on the table.

"You might as well give me a bucket." Zhenna replied with a dark face.

"If you're so bold, why don't you take it directly?" Mo La said.

"Give me a barrel and let me get drunk to death." Zhenna replied blankly.

"Zhenna, you have to see the reality clearly. When you wake up, you still can't escape, you know?" Isbel patted Zhenna's shoulder and said earnestly.

Zhenna sighed resignedly, and replied, "Then, I will only answer one question truthfully..."

"Then..." Isbel opened her mouth and was about to come.

But it was interrupted immediately by Zhenna raising her hand: "You can't ask the question! I have to designate whose question to answer."

"Then I'm here to ask." Mo La took the initiative to take the conversation.

"You don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement." Zhenna replied resolutely.

"According to what you mean..." Mo La said and turned her head,
Isbel also turned her head, and their eyes fell on Anya who was leaning against the wall.

"Me?" Anya took a second to react and opened her eyes wide.

"Yes, you can ask." Zhenna said seriously.

"Why this black skin?" Isbel was a little unconvinced.

Zhenna ignored Isbel, she chose Anya because Anya seemed to be the one who was the least interested in this matter among the people present, and the other party probably wouldn't ask too much.

"Anyway, I'll only answer one question, and it's up to you to ask." Zhenna said to Anya.

"You must be interested in staying here, so dig out some quick facts!" Mo La encouraged Anya.

"Who is interested?" Anya muttered, but she still thought about it seriously for a long time.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of Mo La and Isbel, she spoke: "Now that you have come into contact with his true nature, do you think it's worth it? Do you have any regrets?"

Zhen Na turned her head unexpectedly when she heard this question, and looked at Anya in surprise, but found that Anya's eyes were very serious.

"It's not a question of worth or regret, but that I look forward to it, and it's out of my own will." Zhenna quickly answered.

Anya and her stared at each other for a while, then looked away: "Really?"

"What stupid question are you asking, isn't it obvious?" Isbel glared at Anya.

Anya ignored her, as if she was thinking about something.

"Let me ask a question too..." Mo La tried to speak.

"I won't answer," Jeanna said.

"It's not an outrageous question." Mo La smiled and waved her hand, "Did you sleep yesterday?"

Zhenna was taken aback for a moment, lowered her head and whispered back: "...No."

Isbell and Moira gave a knowing oh.

"Anyway, congratulations, happy wedding." Mo La smiled and poured the wine for Zhenna.

(End of this chapter)