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

"If you're still scared, you can... hold my hand," said the man beside her in a low voice.

Rossweise paused slightly, then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled,"Give it to me."

Leon was taken aback. "What?"

"Your hand."

"Oh, oh, okay."

Under the blanket, there was some rustling as Leon extended his hand over.

Rossweise also moved her hand closer.

But something felt... a little off?

Leon lifted the blanket and raised his hand, commenting sarcastically, "What kind of sense of security can you get from just holding onto my pinky?"

Rossweise blushed. "Then how should I hold it—"

"Dummy, like this."

Saying that, Leon intertwined his five fingers with hers.

Their fingers interlocked, and a sense of security instantly surged.

At this moment, Rossweise's emotions were a little complicated.

On one hand, there was lingering fear from being frightened by the spider.

On the other hand, Leon suddenly holding her hand left her a bit flustered.

If this so-called "fluster" were to be described more specifically, it would probably be... shyness?

Although she was reluctant to admit it, the heat spreading across her face was the strongest evidence.

So... should she continue to enjoy this naive shyness, or... let go of Leon's hand and pretend nothing happened?

While pondering, Rossweise unconsciously took a deep breath.

But this action made Leon think she was still scared, so he tightened his grip on her hand.

A current of electricity seemed to flow from her palm to her fingertips, leaving her feeling tingling and numb.

She couldn't help but tighten her own grip on Leon as well.

From fingers intertwined to fingers tightly clasped together, it didn't feel... too awkward, did it?

Rossweise thought so.

Thus, after a brief hesitation, she completely abandoned the idea of letting go and pretending nothing happened.

What pretending?

She was a Silver Dragon Queen who dared to act and take responsibility—she never pretended anything hadn't happened.

What's the big deal about holding hands?

Just hold them. Fine.

This reasoning was absolutely perfect. Rossweise silently praised herself.

"Thinking back to the last time we held hands—"

Leon suddenly spoke, gazing at the ceiling.

Rossweise turned her head to look at him, her silver eyes carrying a trace of anticipation.

"It was the last time."

The anticipation in her gaze instantly turned into speechlessness.

'Listening to you talk is like listening to nonsense.'

"It was the first time we went for a walk together," Rossweise added.

"I know; I just wanted you to say it out loud."

Rossweise sighed. "Alright, I said it. So what?"

Leon shook his head and asked again, "Why are your hands always so cold?"

"Innately cold constitution," she replied.

"Two hundred years, and you've never treated it?"

"Can't be treated. I already said it's innate."

"Oh."

"Mm."

Leon: "Your hand is sweaty."

Rossweise: "It's you."

Leon: "No, it must be you. Something as small as holding hands wouldn't make me sweat from nervousness."

Rossweise: "Hmph, you're probably drenched in sweat by now, aren't you? Don't try to act tough."

Leon glanced at her chest. "Your dragon mark isn't even glowing. That proves I'm not taking this seriously at all."

"There's no way anyone would think of that just from holding hands, right? What are you, some pure little boy? And besides, your dragon mark isn't glowing either—"

Before she could finish, a faint purple light started flickering beneath Leon's blanket.

Rossweise panicked. "No, no way! Absolutely no way."

"Oh my, Your Majesty, are you flustered? Could it be that holding hands with me actually makes your heart race?" Leon teased smugly.

Rossweise's eyes darted around. After a brief moment of panic, she quickly figured out the truth.

Kicking the blanket off of him, she exposed Leon's chest.

There it was—the purple ambiance lamp he had been holding earlier, pretending it was his dragon mark.

Rossweise squinted at him suspiciously.

The grin on Leon's face shifted from smug to awkward.

He sheepishly tossed the lamp to the ground. "If I said it climbed into my hand on its own, would you believe me?"

Rossweise responded with mock seriousness, "Sure, I believe whatever you say."

"You're the best, honey~"

"Don't be so cheeky, you idiot!"

Despite the banter and tricks, their hands never parted.

Firmly clasped together, they gradually relaxed into a more natural hold.

This kind of natural ease was the most comfortable—

Otherwise, with Rossweise's strength, if she continued gripping tightly, Leon might have to wear a cast tomorrow.

But the night was still long, and neither of them felt sleepy.

The two of them were wide awake.

After a few jokes and lighthearted exchanges, they found themselves feeling a bit bored.

"Hey," Leon's tone became a little more serious.

"What?"

"Your... mate selection standard..."

"Fake. It's been over a hundred years. Don't take it seriously, okay?"

"Oh. Then what's your current standard?"

"I don't have a standard now."

When she said this, Leon could clearly feel her fingers move slightly.

Leon didn't know what this small movement represented.

But, based on his understanding of this female dragon… her earlier words probably weren't entirely honest, right?

Eh? Strange. What did her honesty or dishonesty have to do with him, Leon?

Why was he even concerned about Rossweise's mate selection standard?

It must be that tonight was too boring, he couldn't sleep, and there was nothing else to talk about, so he brought it up.

Yeah, that must be it.

This excuse was perfect. Leon silently gave himself a thumbs-up in his mind.

The two of them shared an uncanny similarity in the way they tricked themselves—

They both loved to give themselves a 'perfect reason' and then secretly praise it.

When would the two of them share their inner thoughts? Let the other person give a thumbs-up or leave a comment?

Leon exhaled deeply, trying to relax himself.

Rossweise glanced at him and asked, "What are you sighing about?"

"Huh? Nothing, just relaxing. Trying to fall asleep sooner."

"Hmm..."

Their hands, still clasped under the blanket, had been in the same position for a long time, and their fingers were starting to feel numb.

Leon tried moving his thumb a bit, but this unintentional action accidentally created the illusion of stroking the back of Rossweise's hand.

The other hand at Rossweise's side instinctively tightened its grip on her skirt.

'This guy... Holding hands is holding hands... Don't touch around, okay?'

'You, a prisoner, dare to touch your captor?'

'Fine.'

'Then I'll touch you too!'

Rossweise moved her fingers as well. Her soft, smooth fingertips brushed over the old scars on the back of Leon's hand, creating a unique sensation.

The so-called "ten fingers connected to the heart" especially in such a quiet, intimate atmosphere, carried an even more profound feeling.

Even the smallest touch could tug at their heartstrings.

Tingly, itchy—

And it made one... want to do more.

Gulp—

Rossweise suddenly heard the sound of Leon swallowing.

It seemed... this guy was probably feeling the same way as she was at the moment.

As the night deepened, it felt as if people's hearts were cloaked in a layer of secrecy.

There was an urge to take advantage of the moment to do something that was hard to express in normal times.

Once such a thought emerged, it was like the resonance of the dragon mark, growing increasingly intense.

Rossweise licked her somewhat dry lips, wanting to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

It was so strange—this thing called "ambiguity," like water, was pervasive and always found its way between them when they weren't paying attention.

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