Chapter 7: Love Coaching Class (2) ( part 2 )
Leon gave another example.
“For example, the first time I controlled you with the dragon seal, we were in the hallway of your room, your maid was outside the door, and I forced you to stay quiet. But if I wanted to ruin you, I could have just opened the door, but I didn’t care about what your people thought of me.”
Rosvitha lightly kicked his knee. “Couldn’t you give some better examples? Let’s just bury these things in the river of history!”
Leon laughed, and then gently lifted Rosvitha’s ankle, placing her delicate foot on his lap.
Rosvitha didn’t resist and let Leon take off her shoe.
The dog-man lowered his head, fiddling with her toes, continuing, “There are so many more. Every time we tried to annoy each other, but still left a bit of space for the other to breathe. Though some of it was because of our daughters, if you and I were cold-hearted, ruthless, and without boundaries, it wouldn’t matter how many daughters we had—we’d still hurt each other.”
After a pause, Leon said, “Your feet are so soft, they’re fun.”
The Queen was speechless. “…From love expert to foot fetishist, that transition seems a bit sudden, my dear husband.”
Leon grinned and put her shoes back on, then gently lowered her foot.
“Anyway, I believe the most important thing in a relationship is respecting each other’s bottom line. No matter what happens, or how many conflicts arise, don’t ever touch each other’s most vulnerable spots.”
Rosvitha nodded slowly, genuinely complimenting, “I always thought you were just a warrior who knows how to fight, but turns out you also have a lot of insight into relationships.”
Her praise was as rare as a meteor.
Leon beamed with joy, basking in it. “Of course. After all, I was the campus heartthrob back in school. A bunch of girls lined up to ask me out for dinner.”
“Oh?”
Rosvitha leaned back slightly, crossed her beautiful legs, and gently shook off the slippers from her feet, rubbing her soft foot against Leon’s thigh.
Leon thought the Queen was rewarding him.
Cough cough
Although he wasn’t a foot fetishist, who could resist the soft, delicate feet of the little queen?
However, just as he was thinking this, the queen mischievously said,
“Then… among these girls, was there a silver-haired senior?”
Leon:?
Oh no.
How did she know about that?
…
Rosvitha looked at Leon’s expression when his black history was exposed with satisfaction.
Mmm-hmm, just like that—surprise, shock, confusion, disbelief, and a hint of blushing that only a teenage boy would have.
Hubby, you are so cute—
Of course, hubby is fake, and cute is a derogatory term.
The Queen crossed her legs, propped up her chin with one hand, and gazed at Leon with her beautiful silver eyes, her lips curling into a faint smile.
She wasn’t in a hurry to continue speaking, almost like she was waiting for Leon to defend himself.
After waiting for a while, she noticed that Leon just sat there awkwardly, although looking like he was sitting on pins and needles, he remained silent, not explaining a single word.
Rosvitha raised a beautifully shaped eyebrow. “Don’t you want to say something about this silver-haired senior?”
Actually, Rosvitha had heard about this silver-haired girl from Leon’s master a long time ago.
The late-night truth-telling sessions at 2:30 AM also made Rosvitha aware of her.
In her impression, Rosvitha had never officially discussed this matter with Leon. She had only teased him once or twice using the excuse of ‘I heard you talking in your sleep.’
So now, she wanted to take advantage of the juicy information she had just gotten from Rebecca and talk about the mysterious ‘silver-haired female classmate.’
Ah, Not talk, just purely wanted to tease him a little, and see his embarrassed and awkward expression.
If, after being embarrassed, he could still cheer her up, she would let him off easy;
But if he couldn’t cheer her up, hmph, don’t blame the Queen for spilling the vinegar jar all over his head!
“Say… something…”
Leon swallowed, “What do you want to hear?”
“You can say anything, I’ll listen.”
Rosvitha smiled leisurely, “I remember a long time ago, you were still thinking about her when you were talking in your sleep.”
“I never talk in my sleep, you must be framing me.”
“Is that so? I don’t care, anyway, in your dull life, there must have been such a silver-haired classmate who left a deep impression on you, right?”
“……”
Leon wasn’t sure where this mother dragon had heard about it, but he pursed his lips and reluctantly admitted, “Yes.”
“Then talk about it, how far did things go with her? Did you kiss her?” The Queen leaned back, hands on her chest, adopting an interrogation posture like a criminal suspect.
She knew perfectly well that nothing had happened between Leon and that girl, pure as white paper.
But she just wanted Leon to say it out loud.
Leon rubbed his palms and looked down at the floor, “No…”
“Didn’t kiss? Then you must have held hands, right?”
“Em, I held her wrist when we danced, but that doesn’t count as holding hands.”
“Danced? You even danced with her?”
“No, no, no, it was a social dance hosted by the academy, everyone had to participate, and we only danced one song.
Oh my…
Even when General Leon defeated Constantine, he wasn’t sweating this much trying to calm down Rosvitha.
After all, no dragon king could be solved by a single thunderclap, but no vinegar king could be calmed down by just a word or two. If there was one, it certainly wasn’t her, Rosvitha Melkweh!
“Did you ever dance with me?” Rosvitha asked.
“You never mentioned dancing…”
“If I didn’t mention it, does that mean you wouldn’t have told me?”
Leon: ……
Everyone, what exactly does marriage bring to men?
It makes them shiver.
Leon sighed quietly, then asked softly, “Rosvitha, are you… jealous? Or angry?”
