Shut up, malevolent dragon! I don’t want to have any more children with you V2C48

Chapter 48: Seeking Me Won’t Help, Hehe

The dragon slayer hero was typical – all talk, no action. After pretending to be husband and wife for so long, how could Rosvitha not understand him?

After a heartfelt conversation, the stubborn straight guy’s complexion improved slightly – at least he wasn’t as gloomy as before, acting like someone owed him eight hundred dragon lives.

He neatly put away the list, relieved, then said, “Thanks.”

Leon thought the queen, always generous, would say “You’re welcome.” But who knew—

“Just a verbal thank you?” The beauty smirked, glancing at him sideways. Her eyes clearly indicated she wanted more from Leon’s way of thanking.

Leon shrugged, fearless. He wasn’t afraid of handing in his assignment at all. Since opening the first gate of the Nine Prisons, his physical fitness was like being reborn.

Whether the dragon mother wanted an assignment or some sensual play, General Leon could handle it all.

“Speak up if you want something.”

As he spoke, Leon moved closer to Rosvitha. The silver-haired beauty noticed his subtle moves. Hmph, still a male creature, easily hooked with a little bait. Where’s your past stubbornness of “rather die than yield,” Dragon Slayer?

Rosvitha lowered her gaze, watching Leon slowly approaching. Her eyes moved from his waist gradually upwards, finally stopping at his resolute and handsome face when Leon embraced her.

Her body slightly leaned back, only her lower abdomen pressing against Leon. Soft and ample bosom, even in this slightly leaning posture, slightly pressed against his chest.

Rosvitha made a gesture of both welcoming and rejecting, with a mischievous smile on her lips. She didn’t make the first move, instead, she lured her captive with seductive eyes.

Meanwhile, Leon thought, “I’ve taken the initiative to embrace you this time, shouldn’t it be your turn to take the next step?”

What are you looking at? Smile at what? Why don’t you come over and kiss me!

The couple embraced on the balcony under the night sky, their eyes locked onto each other, yet neither took the initiative to proceed.

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 could evoke the feeling of every moment they intertwined.

Incredibly wonderful, intoxicating.

As if sensing the dogged man staring at her lips, Rosvitha teased him, slightly opening her mouth.

Leon thought she was finally going to kiss him.

Unfortunately, she didn’t.

She just bit her lower lip, the soft petals slightly indenting under the bite of her teeth, like a rose petal being trampled.

Leon dared not look further, meeting her eyes again.

At this moment, her eyes were full of provocation, as if saying, “Come on, kiss me, don’t you want to?”

Eyes that could speak were the most enticing, those silver pupils were like a quagmire trapping Leon, making him sink deeper and deeper.

The wind tonight was quite noisy, stirring up an itch in the hearts of those caught in its embrace.

Finally, he couldn’t resist the agitation in his heart and slowly kissed her.

The queen didn’t resist, but she didn’t indulge either, simply waiting quietly for her captive to offer up tonight’s kiss.

However, just as Leon was about to taste her unique lip fragrance, Rosvitha suddenly lifted her index finger and pressed it against Leon’s lips.

Stopped dead in his tracks.

She laughed, like a cunning little fox who had succeeded in her scheme, “Listen to my psychological counseling, and then want to kiss me again, do you want to take all the good things for yourself?”

“Tsk… makes me want it even more.”

General Leon retracted his initiative kiss and released his fake wife from his embrace.

Rosvitha chuckled, adjusting her hair. Once her slightly flushed cheeks cooled down, she said, “You are the captive, I am the queen. I allow you to kiss me before you can kiss me, understand?”

“‘Just now you were my wife, and now you’re the queen. The mother dragons of the Melkvi family change their faces faster than flipping a book.'”

“‘Wrong, all women in the world change their faces quickly. Especially those who have become wives.'”

“‘Haha, that’s so funny, wife Rosvitha.'”

Leon paused, seeming to realize the key point in his words, then asked, “‘Wait, are you admitting that you’re—'”

“‘Admitting what? I haven’t admitted anything.'”

Rosvitha turned around, tail swaying, hands behind her back, right index finger hooked with the left index finger, stepping away from the balcony in dragon wing slippers, slowly saying to Leon with her back turned, “Before you can’t help but confess to me, don’t expect me to admit anything.”

Oh, got it.

The Silver Dragon Miss Wants Me to Confess 2.0

This wasn’t the first time Rosvitha had hinted at Leon. Right after he was brought back from the empire, she mentioned the confession once. At that time, Leon thought it was just her teasing joke.

After all, although the two of them were married, had a child, met each other’s parents, showed affection in front of others, and got along well, confessing seemed a bit ambiguous, didn’t it?

But afterwards, the more Leon thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Even if it was a joke, with her personality, she wouldn’t joke about something as serious as confessing.

Perhaps “The Silver Dragon Miss Wants Me to Confess” was indeed said in a joking tone, but half-truths were the most unpredictable.

Who knows what Rosvitha really thinks?

And now, she brought up the idea of Leon confessing to her once again…

Leon really couldn’t understand what she was thinking. Was she trying to give this fake relationship a real label? Or was it something else entirely? And he hadn’t figured out whether he should actually go ahead with the so-called “confession”.

This wasn’t about success or failure because their relationship was too special. In general, confession between men and women resulted in two outcomes: success, a kiss; failure, a slap. But between Leon and Rosvitha, besides success or failure, there were many other possibilities.

Moreover… Leon was still the highest-level wanted criminal in the empire. Even if there was a one in a million chance of him and Rosvitha “getting together”, if something happened to him afterward, wouldn’t the dragon mother become a widow?

Moreover, considering the pure love warrior personality of the dragon race, if Rosvitha were to wait, she would have to wait for hundreds of years.

So… how did that saying go again— “With the fate of the nation uncertain, how can one consider personal matters?”

Leon sighed quietly, slowly turned around, and continued to stand on the balcony, gazing at the night sky. Chaotic thoughts filled his mind, although his mood had improved somewhat after Rosvitha’s small comfort. But new questions surged in.

How should he face the relationship between him and Rosvitha in the future—

“Hey, why are you still acting cool? I thought you would follow me.”

Rosvitha’s voice came from behind.

Leon turned his head. He saw her kneeling by the bedside, leaning forward, her little head peering towards the balcony.

“It’s late already. Can we sleep early and wake up early? If you stop overthinking now, come over and sleep well, this queen will reward you with a goodnight kiss, the one you want the most, how about that?”

“…The goodnight kiss isn’t what I want the most, that’s childish.”

“Alright, alright, I’m childish. Can we sleep now? I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

Leon: “Beg me.”

Rosvitha: “Begging you.”

Leon: “Begging me won’t work, hehe.”

“Then you can sleep outside, don’t come to bed.”

Rosvitha got up angrily from the bed, then closed the balcony door. And locked it.

Leon panicked and hurried over, tapping on the glass, “Hey, hey! Are you serious?”

The couple separated by a door. Rosvitha stood in the warm bedroom, barefoot, hands on her hips, tilting her head triumphantly.

“The great dragon slayer, since you refuse to come to the queen’s bed, then accompany the stars and moon and experience the most primitive sleep.”

“Dragon Mother! Open the door!”

Rosvitha laughed. “Beg me.”

Leon: “Begging you.”

Rosvitha: “Begging me won’t work, hehe.”

Leon: ?

Damn.

It was Izanami.