Chapter 8: Love Remedial Class (3)
Rosvitha’s eyes flickered slightly, then she slowly stood up, walked in front of Leon, bent down, and extended her hand, gently scratching the bridge of Leon’s nose with her finger.
“I’m not jealous, nor am I angry. I don’t care about that female classmate at all. Alright, turn off the lights and come to bed.”
She straightened up and walked out of the study.
Soon, the sound of shoes dropping on the floor was heard, and she crawled into bed, letting out a relaxed sigh.
Leon sat quietly in his seat, hesitating if he should just sleep on the sofa tonight…
His master had said before, that women’s words should be interpreted oppositely.
When she says she doesn’t want something, that means she does;
When she says it doesn’t matter, it matters;
When she says she’s not angry or jealous, it means she’s definitely “pouring vinegar.”
Leon asked, was that how his master’s wife was?
His master replied, of course, otherwise, how would I have figured it out?
Leon asked again, does that mean all women’s words should be interpreted oppositely?
His master thought for a moment, then replied, not really. When she tells you to come to bed, you don’t need to interpret it oppositely, because she wants you to come to bed.
At that time, his master didn’t go into depth, since this sort of thing was obvious between an old married couple. Leon was still too young, so his master just laughed it off.
Returning to the present, Leon slowly sighed, then stood up, turned off the study light, and went to the bedroom.
He pulled back the blanket and lay down.
The warmth and scent of Rosvitha had already filled the bed.
Leon turned his head and saw Rosvitha lying with her back to him, the shoulder strap of her nightgown slipping off her shoulder, casually hanging on her pale arm.
Leon opened his mouth, wanting to explain more about the female classmate.
But after thinking for a moment, he decided to give up.
I’ll talk about it properly tomorrow… Leon thought.
However, just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, he heard a soft voice from beside him.
“Are we sleeping like this?”
“……What else do you want, my Queen?”
“Idiot.”
Rosvitha’s tone carried a hint of grievance. “If you want to sleep, just sleep, good night.”
Leon’s thoughts stirred.
Wait.
She told me to come to bed, and then asked, “Are we sleeping like this?” Didn’t these behaviors all indicate one thing: She is waiting for me to give her a clear answer?
General Leon’s mind unusually worked hard on this issue of comforting his wife.
He turned around and looked at Rosvitha’s delicate back. Her silver hair shone like a starry river in the moonlight.
After a long while, Leon spoke, “I have no relationship with that female classmate. The most ambiguous thing that happened was just dancing to one song. After the dance, I never really spoke to her again.”
“Mm.”
Her reaction was somewhat indifferent.
That meant Leon hadn’t quite hit the mark yet.
General Leon’s brain raced again. After a moment, he continued, “To this day, I can’t even remember her name. Back then, I couldn’t have had any feelings for her, could I?”
“Hmm.”
Still didn’t hit the mark?
Leon scratched the corner of his mouth.
This time, he thought for a long time before speaking, “You are the first woman I’ve hugged, held hands with, and kissed.”
“Mm-hmm, is that so?”
There was a reaction!
That’s it!
Her tone even carried a bit of smugness.
“Yes.”
Leon said, “Actually, back in school, I was pretty slow and stubborn. I only wanted to find a girl who was perfect in my mind to be my lover, but ‘perfection’ almost doesn’t exist in this world.”
“That silver-haired classmate just happened to meet some of my ‘perfect’ criteria, which is why I tried to get closer to her.”
“But after getting to know her, I realized she was completely different from what I had imagined.”
“I’m not saying she or other girls are bad, it’s just that they all lowered their stance too much when interacting with me, and I don’t like that.”
“What I want is a lover who can reciprocate in the relationship, not one who just compromises and endures unilaterally.”
“For a long time, I thought I’d never meet someone like that.”
“Until… I started this fake marriage with you.”
“Although saying things like ‘You are the one I’ve been looking for’ sounds a bit too… cheesy.”
“But…”
Leon pursed his lips, searching for the right words in his mind.
But none felt quite right.
After hesitating for a moment, he smiled bitterly, then immediately became serious and said,
“But you are the one I’ve been looking for, Rosvitha.”
After Leon finished speaking, he felt a bit uncertain.
Because throughout the entire process, Rosvitha didn’t react at all.
He bit his lip, unable to stop himself from wondering if he had said something wrong.
If it were before, he wouldn’t care about Rosvitha’s emotions at all.
But after spending so much time together and seeing the future images, it was hard for him not to care about this woman by his side.
His heart wasn’t made of iron. He would feel emotions for Rosvitha—sadness, joy, or other feelings.
Leon didn’t know if this counted as ‘love,’ but he… didn’t dislike it.
And as for Rosvitha…
She had almost been sweetly stunned by what the stupid man just said.
Is this something I could hear?
Hey, hey, hey, I’m a dragon, your enemy, and you… Do you just say all this mushy stuff to me?
Hmm~~
Well said!
That was her purpose in bringing up this topic tonight.
The key was never about the relationship between him and the female classmate, because Rosvitha believed in his character.
The point was… she wanted to know her place in his heart.
She needed to hear Leon say she was his first; She needed Leon to admit how important she was to him; Those sweet, ambiguous words, she could never hear enough of.
“Are you done?” Rosvitha said, suppressing a smile.
“Ah… done.”
“Mm. Hug me.”
“Ah… huh?”
“Don’t understand? I said, hug me.”
“Okay……”
Leon stammered as he crawled up behind Rosvitha, gently wrapping his arms around her delicate shoulders.
“Just hugging the shoulders?” Rosvitha asked.
“Otherwise…?”
“Hmph, idiot.”
