"Just a verbal thank you?", The beauty smirked mischievously and looked sideways at him.
From her gaze, it was clear she wanted more from Leon's way of thanking.
Leon shrugged, showing no fear.
He wasn't afraid of "homework" at all now.
Ever since unlocking the first gate of the Nine Hells, his physical condition could be described as "reborn."
Whether this mama dragon wanted to do homework or play some kinky game, General Leon could handle it all.
"Just say what you want," As he spoke, Leon moved a little closer to Rossweise.
The silver-haired beauty's eyes flirted like silk, clearly catching his little movement.
'Hmph, still a male animal after all. Tease him a little and he bites the hook. Where's your "I'd rather die than be touched" pride now? Oh, great dragon slayer~'
Rossweise just looked down as Leon slowly came closer, her gaze climbing from his waist and abdomen upward, finally landing on his firm, handsome face just as he pulled her into his arms.
She leaned back slightly, with only her lower belly touching Leon. Her full, soft chest, due to its size, still slightly pressed against his chest despite the leaning posture.
Rossweise made a move as if welcoming and resisting at the same time, lips curved in her signature bad-girl smile.
She didn't make a move, just used that enchanting gaze to lure her captive.
And Leon was thinking, 'I've already taken the initiative to hug you this time, shouldn't you be the one taking the next step now?'
'Look look look, smile smile smile, what are you looking at, what are you smiling for?'
'Why don't you come kiss me already!'
The couple embraced under the night sky on the balcony, staring into each other's eyes, but neither made the next move.
Leon's gaze slowly lowered, finally resting on the red lips of the beauty in his arms.
He unconsciously swallowed, those lips, just looking at them brought back the memories of every entangled moment with her.
Exquisite beyond compare, intoxicating.
As if sensing the dog man drooling over her lips, Rossweise played hard to get and slightly opened her mouth.
Leon thought she was finally going to kiss him.
Unfortunately, she didn't.
She just bit her lower lip. The soft lips dented slightly under the pressure of her teeth, like a ravaged rose petal.
Leon didn't dare look anymore and returned his gaze to her eyes.
At that moment, her eyes were full of "provocation."
'As if saying, Kiss me, don't you want to kiss me?'
Eyes that can speak are the most seductive. Those silver pupils were like a quagmire trapping Leon, pulling him in deeper and deeper.
The wind tonight was especially loud, making people feel itchy inside.
Finally, he couldn't hold back the restlessness in his heart and slowly leaned in for the kiss.
The queen didn't resist, nor did she cooperate. She just quietly waited for her captive to offer tonight's kiss.
But just as Leon kissed her signature sweet scent, Rossweise suddenly raised a finger and pressed it against his lips.
A last-second block.
She smiled, like a fox whose plan had just succeeded, "You listened to my psychological counseling and now want to kiss me? You want all the good stuff, huh?"
"Tch... acting like I really wanted to," General Leon backed off from the kiss and released his fake wife from his embrace.
Rossweise snorted with a laugh, smoothed her hair, and after her flushed cheeks cooled down, finally said, "You're the captive, I'm the queen. Only if I allow you to kiss me can you kiss me. Understand?"
"Weren't you my wife just now? Now suddenly you're the queen. You Melkvei mother dragons flip faster than books."
"Wrong. All women under the sky flip faster than books. Especially those who've become wives."
"Haha, so funny, Miss Wife Weisse."
Leon paused, then seemed to realize the key point in his words, so he asked, "Wait, so you're admitting you're—"
"Admitting what? I didn't admit anything," Rossweise turned around, swished her tail, clasped her hands behind her back, hooked her left index finger with her right hand, and walked away from the balcony in her dragon-wing slippers, speaking slowly without turning around,
"Until you can't help confessing to me, don't expect me to admit anything."
'Oh, got it.'
'Miss Silver Dragon wants me to confess 2.0'
This wasn't the first time Rossweise hinted at Leon.
Back when she just brought him back from the empire, she brought up the confession thing once.
Honestly, Leon thought it was just a joke at the time.
After all, even though they were married, had a kid, met the parents, looked lovey-dovey in front of others, got along harmoniously, and even "homework" was going great—
But a confession? Wouldn't that be a bit too ambiguous?
Yet the more Leon thought about it afterward, the more it didn't sit right.
Even as a joke, with her personality, she wouldn't use something as serious as a confession to tease him.
Maybe "Miss Silver Dragon Wants Me to Confess" was said in a joking tone, but half-truths are always the hardest to grasp.
Who knows what Rossweise is really thinking?
And now, she brought it up again...
Leon truly couldn't figure out what she wanted.
Did she want to give this fake relationship a real label?
Or was it something else?
He himself hadn't decided whether to do that so-called "confession."
It wasn't about success or failure, because their relationship was too special.
For normal men and women, a confession had only two outcomes:
Success, a kiss;
Failure, a slap.
But between Leon and Rossweise, besides success or failure, there were many other possibilities.
What's more... Leon was still the empire's top-level wanted criminal.
Even if by some one-in-a-million chance he and Rossweise "got together," what if something happened to him afterward? Wouldn't the mama dragon become a widow?
And based on the dragon race's pure-love-warrior nature, if Rossweise became a widow, she'd probably stay that way for hundreds of years.
So... what's that saying again—
With the country not yet settled, how can one think of love?
Leon sighed silently, slowly turned around, and continued standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and gazing at the night sky.
His mind was filled with chaos. Though Rossweise's light counseling had improved his mood a bit...
New problems were already flooding in.
How should he face everything between him and Rossweise in the future—
"Hey, still acting cool? I thought you'd follow me," Her voice came from behind.
Leon turned his head.
He saw her kneeling at the bedside, leaning forward, poking her little head toward the balcony.
"It's already late. Can we go to bed early and get up early? If you stop overthinking and come sleep obediently now, this queen will reward you with the goodnight kiss you want most, how about it?"
"...What I want most isn't some goodnight kiss, childish," Hmph
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm childish. So can we sleep now? I still have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Leon: "Beg me."
Rossweise: "Beg you."
Leon: "Begging won't work either, hehe."
"Then die outside, don't get on the bed."
Rossweise angrily got out of bed, then shut the balcony door.
And locked it.
Leon panicked, ran over and knocked on the glass.
"Hey, hey! You're serious?"
One door between the couple.
Rossweise stood barefoot in the warm bedroom, hands on hips, head tilted proudly, "Oh great dragon slayer, since you don't want to get on the queen's bed, then accompany the stars and moon tonight and experience the most primitive kind of sleep."
"Mama dragon! Open the door!"
Rossweise smiled, "Beg me."
Leon: "Beg you."
Rossweise: "Begging won't work either, hehe."
Leon: ?
'Damn.'
'It's Izanami.'
[T/N: Izanami means She-who-invites]
Her Majesty the Queen still had some conscience left. In the end, she let Leon back into the bedroom in the second half of the night.
The couple messed around in bed as usual before falling asleep together. Just playful roughhousing, folks, nothing else. Don't overthink it.
.
.
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The next morning, Leon slowly woke up.
Rossweise was no longer by his pillow. He reached over to feel her side of the bed.
Judging by the leftover warmth... it was probably around 7:40 a.m. now.
Leon got up and looked at the wall clock.
Sure enough, 7:40.
Using the warmth on his lover's side of the bed to estimate the time, this kind of seemingly badass but ultimately useless abstract behavior was something only General Leon could do day after day and still enjoy.
Everyone has their little habits, right?
He threw off the covers, got dressed, and got out of bed.
Suddenly, his nose felt unbearably itchy.
"Achoo—"
'One sneeze?'
Master once said that one sneeze means someone is thinking of you at that moment.
Mm~ It must be Her Majesty the Queen. Even with piles of work, she still makes time to think of me. Looks like it's hard to say who'll confess first, Leon thought smugly.
But right after—
"Achoo!"
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