170 Roswiser? Mrs. Wiser!
The next morning, Leon slowly opened his eyes.
Before he could even attempt to sit up, his body was already protesting with familiar aches and pains.
Especially his waist.
To be specific, his kidneys.
Ouch, that was some serious discomfort.
Honestly, if you put Leon’s kidneys on a barbecue right now, they’d probably taste sour!
Six months’ worth of human essence all went ‘all in’ last night—maybe even dipped into overdraft—and somehow, he was still miraculously waking up safe and sound.
After lying quietly for a bit, getting used to the aches in his limbs, Leon gritted his teeth, propping himself up as he leaned against the headboard.
The room had been cleaned up, and fresh sheets were on the bed.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
Sure, the sheets were new, but he woke up on the bed, which meant Roswiser likely dumped him on the floor while he was asleep to change the sheets, then dragged him back onto the bed afterward.
So, this body soreness… maybe it wasn’t entirely due to last night’s “assignments”?
d*mn that Mother Dragon! How dare you treat your savior this way!
While grumbling internally, Leon heard a sound coming from the vanity.
Glancing over, he saw Roswiser sitting there, her back straight, silver hair cascading down.
A ray of morning sunlight bathed her side, casting her shadow on the wooden floor.
The dust dancing in the light looked like mischievous little spirits, swirling around Roswiser’s figure.
She took her time applying makeup, her slender fingers deftly maneuvering various brushes and sponges.
Leon was actually your typical “no patience” guy.
He never liked tagging along with the teacher’s wife while she shopped or sifted through the jungle of cosmetics.
He considered all that a colossal waste of time.
But oddly enough, he never found it annoying when Roswiser was doing her makeup.
This woman seemed to possess a unique charm when she was painting her face; so calm and elegant.
Every movement seemed effortless yet full of grace, and he could easily get lost in it.
It felt like even if the apocalypse was looming, they’d have to wait for the Silver Dragon Queen to finish her makeup first.
Or maybe it was just that she was unusually quiet and content during those moments.
You don’t see that side of her often.
Most of the time, she was busy running around, wearing herself out.
Once she was finished with her makeup, Roswiser brushed her hair one last time, completing her morning routine.
She slowly stood, turned to face the big bed, and said, “Oh, you’re awake.”
Leon sniffed and silently shifted his gaze away from her, ignoring her completely.
Roswiser raised an eyebrow, wondering if Leon was having a little mental breakdown after being toyed with last night?
What’s there to be upset about?
Your past, your present, and your future will all be in my hands.
You’ll just have to get used to it!
Roswiser strolled leisurely over to the other side of the bed, making sure Leon could see her.
This time, he didn’t turn his head away.
Because he knew that if he kept avoiding her, she might just climb onto the bed.
Better to just accept things as they were.
Leon scrutinized Roswiser.
Her silver hair was braided and carelessly draped over her chest.
She was wearing a dark, form-fitting slip dress that accentuated her curves beautifully.
The thin straps rested on her shoulders, and due to her ample figure, there were two generous peaks of whiteness spilling out.
Silver dragon patterns stretched across her chest, subtly disappearing into the depths of her neckline, stirring quite a few thoughts.
The Queen crossed her arms, a playful smile on her face, quietly enjoying Leon’s admiration.
She rarely wore such styles; suddenly throwing one on today made her emit a vibe so mature.
Wait a minute.
Leon frowned.
Not mature.
What do an immortal’s age and “maturity” even mean?
Roswiser’s vibe right now… was clearly that of a wife!
A composed makeup look, a calm expression, and that little braided bun worthy of the title “Wife Material.”
Uh-oh. Does this mean she’s considering a whole new route after popping out the second kid?
Is she going for that “wifey” style now?
Before Leon could further analyze the situation, Roswiser slowly bent down, resting her hands on the soft bed, inching closer to him like a cautious little cat.
Leon scooted back a bit, “W-What are you doing? It’s morning, the daughters are going to get up soon!”
“What are you so nervous about? I won’t do anything to you.”
Roswiser laughed, “Anyway, we already did everything last night.”
Leon rolled his eyes, easing slightly, then asked, “What’s with the getup today?”
Roswiser adjusted her position, sitting on the bed, tilting her head with a smile as she looked at Leon, but didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Do you think it looks good?”
Leon hesitated for two seconds, “It’s… okay.”
At once, Roswiser’s smile vanished, “I’ll give you one more chance to phrase it better.”
Leon stood his ground, “Even if you give me ten chances, this outfit is just—”
Roswiser interrupted him, “Tonight, I’m letting the little one sleep with Noia and the others.”
In a split second, Leon did a full 180, “This outfit is stunning! Absolutely gorgeous!”
A real man can adapt and change at will!
“Hmph, at least you know what’s good for you.”
Roswiser said, “Honestly, now that I’ve had the second kid, I should dress a bit more maturely. That way, when people see us, they’ll think we’re more like a real family, don’t you think?”
Leon blinked and nodded, “That makes sense. Should I stop working out, let my beer belly flourish, and wear a white tank top every day while chain-smoking cheap cigarettes, squatting in the bathroom for half an hour?”
“Why do you describe a middle-aged greasy man in such detail? Have you got personal experience?”
“I’m only twenty-three. I definitely don’t look like I’ve gone through a midlife crisis!”
“Ha… I suggest you just keep talking nonsense. As my captive, you have an obligation to maintain a good physique and health.”
“When did captives ever have that kind of obligation?”
“Well, the other captives have all been executed. Do you think you haven’t been executed by me yet for any reason?”
“Because you can’t bear to let go.”
“No, I want you to stay my captive for life, and you’ll never escape.”
“How did we go from talking about clothes to discussing a lifetime of captivity?”
After a few back-and-forth exchanges, the couple finally settled into a comfortable silence, gazing at each other.
Their black-and-silver eyes locked for a long moment before they both simultaneously broke into smiles.
Their family may be a facade, a sham, but the unique understanding and harmony between them were undeniably real.
Though, they felt it was merely a bond between rivals.
Ultimately, whether they were rivals or fated, who’s to say?
xx
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