Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

"Luna doesn't want anything, Luna just wants—"

The little dragoness stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

She actually knew her mother's temperament well. No matter how much she acted spoiled, it wouldn't work; it might even make her mother impatient or angry.

Even if Rossweise got angry, she wouldn't hit or scold Luna. But Luna still didn't want her mother to be troubled by negative emotions.

She wilted, thought for a moment, and said, "Luna doesn't want delicious food or fun toys. If you don't want Luna to follow you, you have to agree to one condition from Luna."

Rossweise nodded, "Hmm, what condition?"

"This one!"

The little dragoness excitedly spoke, then pulled the two hands she was holding, left and right, together.

When Leon and Rossweise's fingertips touched, it was as if an electric current flowed through their entire bodies instantly.

The dragon slayer's hand was weathered and scarred.

The silver dragon queen's hand was delicate, slender, and pale.

But the commonality was that at this moment, their fingertips felt slightly cool.

This was because they were both too nervous.

Luna held their hands until she confirmed that they were truly holding each other's hands, then she was satisfied and let go of her own.

"Okay~ Daddy and Mother must always hold hands like this from now on~"

Rossweise's expression grew awkward.

In her 200 years of life, not only had she never held anyone's hand, but even getting this close to Leon just now was her first time working up such courage.

She actually hated being approached by males. Any male dragon within three meters of her would either become a corpse or was about to become one.

So… this hand-holding… really was a bit—

Unexpected.

On Leon's side, though he was also feeling awkward, it wasn't as complicated as Rossweise's.

He was simply curious:

He had already chewed dragon hooves, so what would dragon claws taste like?

The unlucky couple was still coming to terms with the fact that their first hand-holding was with someone from a different race.

Meanwhile, Luna had run off and was hiding behind a tree, secretly watching.

Seeing her father and mother holding hands, Luna chuckled to herself.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you, Luna."

"Ah—"

Noah had appeared behind Luna at some point, arms crossed, imitating Rossweise's adult demeanor.

"Sis, you scared me to death." Luna clutched her chest, pouting.

"Hmph, what's so great about hand-holding?"

"It's just great, it's just great."

Noah stepped forward and pinched her sister's chubby cheeks. "You really did do it on purpose."

"Ow~ Luna was wrong. Luna won't dare next time. Sister, let go, let go~"

The two little ones laughed and played. Before leaving, Luna took one last glance in that direction.

She pouted, "Daddy is so timid, he can't even hold hands without Luna teaching him. Tsk—no initiative at all."

Noah followed her sister's gaze and silently thought:

"If only it could always stay like this."

—

Sleeping with a dragoness;

Having kids with a dragoness;

Taking a walk with a dragoness;

Now holding hands with a dragoness.

If this were in an era of advanced information, Leon's actions would definitely get him on the gallows, no matter his intentions.

After Luna left, the two still didn't let go of each other's hands.

But when the awkwardness reached its peak, it didn't feel as awkward anymore.

As the saying goes, "barefoot people aren't afraid of those in shoes."

Since it had come to this, how much more awkward could it get?

Moreover, once their hands were held, the gossiping dragons around them were too busy shipping the couple and secretly cheering to discuss whether their king and her husband had just met.

Leon blushed, cleared his throat twice, and, still holding her hand, turned his face almost completely away.

"Um… if you don't want to hold hands, you can let go."

Rossweise lowered her gaze. Her delicate face was also as red as if on fire. "N-no, it's fine. Let's just hold hands like this to avoid people gossiping."

"Oh, okay."

Leon swallowed, sneaking glances at Rossweise.

Recalling her soft voice asking earlier if they could stand closer and seeing her shy demeanor now, Leon couldn't help but ask,

"You seem particularly… docile today."

For a dragoness, Leon usually only thought of the word "gentle" in his fantasies.

When he actually said it aloud, "docile" felt more fitting.

"Do I?"

"You do."

Rossweise's pupils shifted slightly, as if calculating something.

But that expression disappeared from her face quickly. She put on her usual stern and cold look.

"It seems I've tamed you. Now that I'm being nice to you, you're not used to it."

'Hmm, satisfaction achieved.'

'That's the feeling.'

Leon straightened up, ready to bicker with Rossweise.

"Heh, not used to it? A tiger humbled by a dog."

Rossweise raised an eyebrow and squeezed Leon's hand tighter. "Wrong, it's a tiger humbled by a—"

She deliberately dragged out the last word.

This technique is called "arousing the reader's interest."

In plain terms: "I'm not saying it, and it'll drive you crazy."

Abbreviated: cliffhanger.

Leon turned his head, as expected, "By a dragon?"

"By a dragon rider."

"Seriously?"

Leon rolled his eyes and instinctively tried to shake off her hand, but their fingers were interlocked, making it difficult.

This unintentional shake only made them more acutely aware of the sensation of holding hands.

Their palms pressed together, heat trapped in their clasped fingers, causing the temperature to rise.

Soon, their palms were slightly sweaty, intensifying the tactile connection.

Their steps, deliberate or not, caused their palms to brush against each other.

A tingling sensation made their hearts itch.

"There's a bench up ahead. Let's sit for a while," Rossweise suggested.

"Okay."

They reached the bench and, as they sat down, silently let go of each other's hands.

"Ah~"

At the same time, they exhaled in relief.

But their palms suddenly felt empty.

The warmth dissipated instantly.

A bit cold.

Leon didn't try to hold her hand again.

He leaned back on the bench, slightly tilting his head to enjoy the warmth of the noon sun on his body.

For someone physically weak, basking in sunlight felt comfortable and relaxing.

It could also temporarily alleviate the loneliness of being far from home.

Rossweise sat upright as usual. It was her habit to maintain a straight posture, chest out, abdomen in—even while sitting, she exuded elegance.

She turned to glance at Leon, who was enjoying the moment, and asked,"Do you miss home?"

"Yeah."

Leon's answer wasn't very serious—just a nasal "yeah."

His tone was casual, but his feelings were genuine.

He truly missed home.

Rossweise's pupils trembled slightly. She continued, "Your parents—"

"I grew up in an orphanage. Never met my parents. My master and mistress adopted me."

"Oh… we're similar then."

"You're an orphan too?"

That sounded a bit harsh, almost like an insult.

But Leon, being straightforward, hadn't considered that.

Fortunately, Rossweise didn't grasp the subtle insult in human culture and simply shook her head.

"No, I meant I've never met my parents either. My grandmother raised me and my sister."

As she said this, she slightly lowered her head, finally breaking her usual elegant posture.

Leon opened his eyes a crack to secretly observe her.

The proud queen looked somewhat desolate at that moment.

He shut his eyes again, not intending to empathize but teasing as usual,"Oh, no wonder."

Rossweise glanced at him. "No wonder what?"

"No wonder you're such a bad mom."

"How am I a bad—mother?"

"See? See? When Luna and the others aren't here, you have to use the word mother."

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