Chapter 194: “Should I Call You... Husband?”

He stood up, holding his shirt in front of the fire to dry.

"Ah, what's this? Just one trip back home and now your brain isn't working properly?", Rossweise muttered, standing up as well. She took Leon's shirt, then rummaged through the bushes and found a stick of suitable length, hanging the shirt on it.

"See? Isn't this better? Do you really need to stand there the whole time?"

Leon scratched his head, "Hmm... good idea."

The couple stood side by side in front of the fire. Leon was bare-chested, and the warmth of the flames directly enveloped his body, making him feel much warmer.

"Ah, are you hurt?", Rossweise looked at Leon's waist and abdomen, asking with concern.

"What? No... where?"

"Here," As Rossweise spoke, she reached for Leon's waist.

Her cool, soft palm gently touched Leon's abdominal muscles, and she naturally leaned in closer.

Her slender jade-like fingers rubbed lightly against Leon's skin, while her other hand discreetly supported his lower back.

She rested her delicate chin on his arm, the softness of her chest pressing against him. Her silver eyes gazed at his profile.

"Ah, I guess I was mistaken," She leaned in very close, replacing the fire's warmth with her own body heat.

'Hah, cunning mother dragon,' Leon lightly placed his hand over Rossweise's, pressing her palm more firmly against his abdomen.

Then, his hand moved along her smooth arm, sliding up to her shoulder, collarbone, neck, chin, and finally resting on her slightly flushed cheek.

Rossweise slightly tilted her head, pressing her warm lips against Leon's palm and wrist. While kissing him, her eyes remained fixed on him the entire time.

In those misty, dreamy eyes, endless ambiguity rippled.

The seductive charm of the Silver Dragon Queen was something no one could replicate, and she only revealed this side of herself in front of Leon.

Hands were quite a sensitive area, and being kissed like that, Leon's suppressed emotions were instantly stirred up.

He cradled the back of Rossweise's head, pulling her into his embrace.

At the very moment the sun rose over the horizon, their lips touched.

There's an old saying: "A short separation is better than a honeymoon."

Although this pair of foolish lovers never had a honeymoon, their short separation over the past few days was just right.

From the brief, genuine emotions they showed at their farewell, to their growing longing for each other over the days apart, and finally to their reunion in the rain, each step was essential, an unbroken chain of events.

And after the gradual buildup of emotions, it was time to turn all that longing into action.

Outdoors, under the open sky, their clothes lay scattered on the grass.

Rossweise leaned against a bush, its rough texture grazing her delicate back. It was the perfect angle for her to admire that handsome and resolute face.

The more she looked, the more entranced she became. How could someone be this perfect? Every inch of skin, every scar, every line, it all hit right at Rossweise's aesthetic preferences.

She raised a hand to caress his face, feeling the heat beneath her palm.

Silver and black eyes locked onto each other. Rossweise slightly parted her red lips and whispered softly, "Kiss me."

She didn't pull him in forcefully, just placed her hand on his face, waiting for him to take the initiative.

Leon also raised his hand, pressing it lightly over hers.

"You really want me to kiss you?"

"Don't you want to?"

"With things at this point, am I still not satisfying you?"

With that, he followed up with a reinforced "basic attack."

Rossweise could clearly feel the intensity of their duel.

And of course, she was satisfied.

For so long, their relationship had been a constant cycle of mutual torment, but that didn't mean they were unaware of each other's limits.

As they say, practice makes perfect.

But women always want more.

Rossweise furrowed her elegant brows, her face flushed. She traced his lips with her fingers, "I just want you to kiss me. Stop talking nonsense."

"Is that how you ask for something? Hmm?"

The calligrapher found his inspiration, his strokes growing heavier, pressing down until the paper wrinkled.

Leon knew exactly how to handle Rossweise, and she was familiar with his little tricks as well.

Whenever Leon thought he held the upper hand in their relationship, Rossweise would make requests, knowing he would bait her with teasing and slowly wear her down with playful retorts.

And every time he asked a question, it would be followed by an even stronger calligraphy flourish.

Rossweise was well aware of this pattern, and she was more than happy to watch her adorable captive indulge in his artistry.

"Then what kind of attitude do you want me to have? Should I call you... husband?", Rossweise grinned, her delicate face tinged with red, adding an extra charm to her playful smile.

Leon lowered his head, moving close to her face. Their breaths mingled. He stared into those trembling silver eyes and whispered, "Go on, call me, little mother dragon."

Rossweise smirked, lightly pinching his ear before leaning in, "I… refuse."

Before Leon could respond, she slightly opened her mouth and carefully bit his earlobe.

A tingling sensation, mixed with slight pain.

But of course, Leon wouldn't let her get away with that.

This dragon slayer's stamina recovered ridiculously fast. A few hours ago, he had been drenched under a tree, looking completely drained, and now he was already back to full power.

Truly worthy of being the strongest dragon slayer—whether on the battlefield or the "battlefield", he could make dragons suffer.

After a short struggle, the Silver Dragon Queen finally surrendered.

"I was wrong… I was wrong, Leon… I won't do it again…"

On a normal day, she would never admit defeat so easily.

But today was different.

They had been married for so long, and a rare separation had brought a newfound freshness.

So she figured she might as well play the part of a delicate little wife, letting her silly captive enjoy the feeling of dominance.

And just as she expected, the dragon slayer was completely hooked, grinning from ear to ear, "Now you know you were wrong?"

"Mm-hmm… I won't force you to kiss me anymore…", The Silver Dragon Queen's rare, pitiful expression was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

Leon reached out, brushing aside her sweat-dampened hair. His fingers lingered on her cheek as his heavy breaths caressed her face, carrying an intoxicating scent of pheromones.

He leaned in and kissed the queen's burning lips.

After a brief kiss, he pulled back slightly, gazing into her eyes without a word.

Rossweise stared back and immediately understood what this idiot was trying to do.

'Hmph, still pretending, huh?'

'Fine, fine, let him have his moment. It's not like he'll get another chance later.'

She blushed and looked away, acting like a shy newlywed bride.

"…Husband."

"Look at me when you say it."

'Ugh, childish man.'

'No choice', Rossweise looked into Leon's eyes, seriously and deliberately repeating in an exaggerated tone,

"Husband."

'Satisfied.'

Since he was satisfied, Leon no longer tormented the little mother dragon and proceeded steadily with the next steps.

Marital communication is all about mutual care, after all.

About an hour later, the birds in the forest were startled by an earth-shattering dragon's roar, flapping their wings as they flew out from the woods.

After journeying to a beautiful horizon together, the couple lay on the grass, reminiscing about the wonderful moment just now.

Because they were outdoors, in broad daylight, even though no one was around, the shame still surged in all at once after completing their homework.

Rossweise hastily put on her dress and leaned, exhausted, against the bushes.

By now, Leon's shirt had also dried by the bonfire. He took it down from the branch, put it on, then walked over and sat down beside Rossweise.

After pleasure, casual conversation was the usual routine, passing time while recovering their strength.

"So, on this trip back, did you catch the traitor?", Rossweise asked.

Leon nodded, "Caught him. It was—"

"Don't say it! Let me guess!", Rossweise got playful.

Leon smiled and turned to look at Rossweise.

He might have done it on purpose, but to Rossweise, that smile carried a hint of indulgence, as if he genuinely enjoyed playing this simple and childish 'guess the traitor' game with her.

"Alright, then take a guess," Leon said.

Rossweise thought for a moment, "Was it that female gunner?"

Leon lowered his eyes, "Why does your excited tone sound less like a guess and more like you really hope she's the traitor..."

Rossweise pouted, "What? No way. I was just guessing blindly. You care who I guess? So, was I right or not?"

"No."

"Ah, what a shame."

Leon: ?

'So she was hoping Rebecca was the traitor!'

'Silver Dragon Queen?'

'More like Silver Dragon Jealous Queen!'

"Then... was it the young master of the minister's family?"

Leon shook his head,"Nope, it was that lifelong runner-up."

"Oh~ And how did you deal with him?"

Leon made a "finger gun" gesture and pointed it at his own temple, "Bang~"

Rossweise chuckled, "Didn't you find it a pity?"

"Pity what?"

"After all, he used to be your comrade."

"Things like this... as a king, you should understand this principle better than I do, right? A traitor can never be spared."

Rossweise raised her hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, then nodded in agreement.

When in a position of power, there will always be more rebels.

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