11 Who Said I Only Bought One Swimsuit?
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After the incident, the ‘lifeguard’ was angry.
Sitting on the hotel sofa with arms crossed over his chest, he said nothing.
Before the silence, Mr. Casmod had lambasted her for being unethical, for sullying his sincere heart, and for acting immaturely—something a mature two-hundred-year-old Mother Dragon should never do.
Miss Melkway, knowing she was in the wrong, listened attentively to Mr. Casmod’s lecture.
Once that was over, Leon began his silence.
Roswiser guessed that he was, maybe, probably, somewhat, definitely angry, because she didn’t think she had ever seen Leon genuinely lose his temper with her before.
Remembering how unstable her emotions had been during her pregnancy, Leon had patiently comforted her. Plus, she occasionally threw temper tantrums, and he had always taken it in stride, never once pouring oil on the flames.
So… the Silver Dragon Queen decided to try, for the first time in her life, to cheer up a member of the opposite s*x.
She walked up to Leon, who was still silently sulking.
Leon glanced at her, then quickly turned his head away, pretending to ignore her.
“You…”
The Queen opened her mouth, with plenty of sweet nothings ready to charm him.
But for some reason, those words just wouldn’t come out, like an invisible force was holding her back.
After much inner debate, Roswiser finally managed to squeeze out a line:
“You… might want to lighten up a bit.”
Leon: ?
Whether that made Leon happy or not was debatable, but it definitely would have made General Leon laugh if it weren’t for his anger.
“What are you trying to do?” Leon asked.
Roswiser waved her arms, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Obvious what?”
“I’m trying to make you happy.”
“……”
Leon closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and sighed, thinking, Your Majesty, if we can’t cheer people up, it’s best not to try. Let’s not embarrass ourselves in the end.
“So, are you happy now?” Roswiser asked earnestly.
Leon looked back at her, used his fingers to lift the corners of his mouth in a very awkward smile, and said, “Happy, very happy.”
“But I think you’re lying.”
“Wow, Your Majesty, you’re sharp.”
“Then since I’m so sharp, you should stop being mad.”
“……”
In that moment, it seemed Leon had an awakening.
Rebecca always called him a clueless straight guy, and maybe there was some truth to that.
At twenty-three, he hadn’t figured out how women think, and now he was just as lost on what goes on in a Mother Dragon’s mind.
Perhaps all female creatures practiced a period of ‘unstoppable and irrefutable logic’ in the womb before they were born.
For instance, receiving a gift ≠ agreeing to date;
And having a baby with you ≠ confessing feelings;
While the first one didn’t happen between Leon and Roswiser, it was not uncommon among young folks.
As for the latter, Leon wasn’t brave enough to fully agree, but it did line up with that Mother Dragon’s tough and irrefutable logic, didn’t it?
Just like now: “I’m so smart, you should stop being mad.”
Seemingly unrelated (and honestly, it really was), but in Roswiser’s mind, there must have been some reasoning behind it, right?
Leon scratched his head, threw up his hands, and said, “The daughters can be silly, but why are you joining them?”
“I…what about me? I’m just pretending to be dumb!”
“This isn’t about pretending, it’s about trust between people.”
The beautiful one’s eyes twinkled as she replied, “I’m not a person.”
“?”
“I’m a dragon.”
“……”
In just a few short exchanges, Leon found himself silenced three times by Roswiser.
If she had equipped a magic armor with a silence effect, she would have triggered the “Silence and Break Defense” effect on Leon.
But Leon wasn’t truly angry.
He just felt like he had been played by this Mother Dragon once again.
Yet, unlike before, she didn’t pop out to mock him like, “Ha, you fell for it again, you can’t compete with me!” Instead, there was a hint of guilt about the whole affair.
Leon figured he might as well try to reel in this big fish called Roswiser.
But General Leon might have been overthinking it.
When it came to cheering someone up, Roswiser was like a clueless fish, the kind that wouldn’t even nibble on a hook.
She would only coax Leon into eating carrots, eggplants, or somehow convince him to do her homework with her.
Right now, Leon wished that when they had a child, her personality didn’t come from her mom but rather took something away from her.
That way, Roswiser wouldn’t be such a dark schemer while simultaneously being adorably clueless and driving Leon nuts.
“I say!”
With a dramatic slam on the coffee table, Roswiser startled Leon back into reality.
He blinked at her, wondering why her voice suddenly got louder.
Wasn’t she just being all gentle and sweet to him a moment ago?
Seeing that Leon finally snapped back to his senses, Roswiser put her hands on her hips, swishing her silver tail, and stared into his eyes.
“You need sunshine to shine, huh? Nothing I do seems to work?”
“Mother Dragon, is it possible that in all this time, I haven’t said more than ten sentences…”
“I don’t care! You’ve gotten a bit too cocky, Casmod!”
Ah, women.
Unexpected yet all too predictable.
Leon despairingly sprawled on the sofa, suddenly remembering what his Master once told him.
His Master said that when a woman tries to cheer you up, it’s best to give her a smile within three sentences.
Naive Leon asked why.
His Master replied, “Because if she can’t cheer you up in three sentences, then you’re supposed to cheer her up next.”
But Leon thought there was no chance of cheering Roswiser up now.
She closed the curtains, took off her shoes, and turned on the hotel’s mood lighting.
Suddenly, the room was filled with warm orange light reflecting off Roswiser’s fair and delicate shoulders, round and translucent.
With a slightly annoyed pretty face, she slowly leaned closer to Leon.
Her slender, pale fingers wiggled like little ‘legs,’ playfully inching around the back of the sofa and wrapping around Leon’s neck.
No matter how you looked at it, her features were beautiful—so perfect that even when expressionless, her face was a masterpiece.
And when she wanted to seduce her captive into surrendering, that perfect face held a certain charm that was simply irresistible.
Right now, she had not only charm but also a hint of ‘unexplainable’ anger.
This scene reminded Leon of when he had just awakened from two years of coma, and Roswiser had forced him to finish his homework while sporting that very same sulky expression.
But now that he had returned to this season’s vibes, Leon felt more than prepared.
Leaning back on the sofa, he peeked at Roswiser’s comfy tank top, snorted coldly, and declared,
“I can’t feel a thing, Mother Dragon—this won’t shake the resolve of a Dragon Slayer.”
“Oh? So confident?”
“Of course.”
“Then what if I change into… a new swimsuit?”
Leon blinked, feeling cocky, “That one with everything covered up tight? If you took off two pounds of fabric, I still wouldn’t budge!”
Roswiser raised her elegantly arching brows, her soft body gently leaning against Leon’s chest as she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips.
“Who said I only bought one swimsuit?”
“Eh?”
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