103 Kids Can’t Watch
After lunch, Leon and Roswiser embarked on their afternoon date.
They visited an indoor zoo where they fed some adorable little animals up close.
For these furry little critters that hadn’t awakened their intelligence, dragons and humans alike categorized anything that wasn’t too ugly as “cute.”
But Roswiser would never use “cute” to describe them.
Because, in the eyes of the dragon race, “cute” is a dirty word.
Throughout their time at the zoo, Leon tried to coax her into saying the word “cute.”
Roswiser found it bothersome, and eventually, when pushed to her limits, she blushed and exclaimed, “Casmod, you’re just unbearably cute!”
After the zoo, they moved on to a pottery class.
Roswiser crafted an adorable chibi version of Leon.
Leon decided to make Roswiser’s dragon form.
Once the couple finished their creations, they looked at each other with smiles that practically radiated love—
Right before the pottery shop owner was about to compliment their artistry, they snapped the heads clean off their sculptures, making the compliment stick in his throat.
Well, that marriage… isn’t quite harmonious, the owner thought as he cautiously added, “You two… even if you break them, you still have to pay full price, okay?”
As evening approached, they left Sky City for the final destination of their date: the beach.
It wasn’t far from Sky City, and within twenty minutes of flying down, they arrived.
The area surrounding Sky City was free from war, conflicts, and racial disputes.
Mostly, the ones who came here for some relaxation were old dragons who were tired of fighting.
For a final stop on their date, it was quite nice.
The couple sat on a bench by the beach, surrounded by various shopping bags.
They gazed at the nearby shore, where the sunset spilled golden light on the sand, making it look like a land of treasure.
A few young dragons were barefoot, building sandcastles, while adults chatted and strolled beside them.
Occasionally, seagulls flew overhead, accompanied by the lightly salty and refreshing breeze, creating a wonderfully pleasant atmosphere.
Slowly, Leon exhaled, sinking into the bench in a half-relaxed position.
The director hadn’t given them many requests—just keep it casual and easygoing.
So, this moment was quite relaxed, indeed.
“Let’s chat about something; we can’t just sit here until nightfall,” Roswiser suggested.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“How about—” Roswiser adjusted a strand of hair at her temple, “that female classmate you dreamed about.”
Leon gave her an exasperated look, “I declare, the only female who matters to me is you!”
“Pfft—!”
“Wait, I think I get it now…”
Leon sat up straight as if he realized something.
Roswiser glanced at him sideways, “What’s up?”
Leon squinted at her and said, “Oh, someone seems a bit too concerned. You’re not getting… jealous, are you?—Um!…”
Roswiser quickly covered his mouth.
“Well, actually, you said something even spicier that night. Want to hear it?”
“Mmm?”
Roswiser chuckled softly, pulled back her hand, and stood up, “You guess it.”
She was in no rush, taking her sweet time with the game.
With her hands in the pockets of their matching couple shirts, she strolled toward the beach.
Her silver ponytail swayed behind her, exuding an energetic and lively vibe.
Leon wanted to catch up and clarify.
Looking around, he couldn’t spot the two directors or Anna, the assistant.
But he believed they were nearby, watching.
So, leaving the shopping bags behind wasn’t a big deal; he didn’t have to worry about theft.
Thinking that, Leon stood up and jogged after Roswiser.
He caught up to her side just as he began to ask, “So what else did I dream about—”
“Shh~”
Roswiser put her finger to her lips, unwilling to get entangled in the heartfelt details of his dreams right now.
She looked at other couples walking on the beach, all holding hands or linking arms.
Leon followed her gaze and quickly understood what she was thinking.
“The perfection of a story hinges on its ending,” Roswiser said softly as she looked up at Leon.
“So, dear Leo, dare to hold the hand of a Scorpio, the least compatible sign?” Roswiser jokingly proposed.
Leon scoffed, “What’s there to be afraid of?”
He stretched out his arm and willingly took Roswiser’s hand.
This time, they didn’t interlace their fingers.
Leon, being the one who initiated the hand-holding, simply cupped her hand in his.
Given that he was already taking charge, adjusting to a full intertwine would likely lead this mother dragon to misinterpret something, right?
Yeah, just like this is good.
Hand in hand, the couple strolled along the shore.
Behind them trailed two sets of footprints and one tail print.
The sand felt ticklish as it brushed against the tip of his tail;
Secure in the grip of her cool, large hand, Roswiser felt a wonderful sense of safety.
A fortune teller named Afu had accurately pointed out that Roswiser was someone who lacked a sense of security.
This wasn’t related to her zodiac.
She was born that way.
But surprisingly, at this moment, she was walking hand-in-hand with a dragon slayer—someone who shouldn’t provide her any sense of security—along the beach.
Sometimes the world really is quite mad.
Whoosh—
Waves crashed at their feet.
“Oh, wait a sec.”
Roswiser released Leon’s hand, bent down, kicked off her short boots, and rolled up her pant legs to reveal her dainty, rounded ankles.
“Phew, now I don’t have to worry about wetting my shoes.”
Holding her boots in one hand, she asked, “Want to take yours off too?”
Leon blinked, “Oh, sure.”
He took off his shoes, rolled up his pant legs, and held them in the other hand.
“Alright, let’s go for another stroll.”
With that, Roswiser naturally took Leon’s hand again with her free one.
The waves surged once more, lapping at the couple’s ankles.
The icy water felt quite refreshing.
The sunset hovered over the horizon, swaying like it was about to drop, marking their second sunset of the day.
The first was in the theater—unrealistic.
The atmosphere and environment couldn’t compare to this moment.
But even this moment must come to an end. Despite the ease of completing the director’s task, a hint of melancholy snuck in for reasons unknown.
The sound of waves and seagull calls filled the air.
Leon turned his head to gaze at Roswiser.
The beautiful dragon’s silver hair danced in the sea breeze, revealing her petite forehead.
People often say bangs can enhance one’s beauty, so removing them shows a person’s true face.
But for Roswiser, that saying didn’t hold up.
Bangs or no bangs, she was gorgeous all the same.
The sun cast a warm glow on her profile, accentuating her delicate features.
Especially her nose, which was perfectly sculpted.
“What are you staring at?” Roswiser asked, keeping her gaze ahead.
Leon diverted his eyes, “Just admiring the sunset.”
Hand in hand, shoes in tow, they walked along the shore and into the sunset.
Not far away, two dragon girls peeked out from behind a boulder.
“Curse it, I should have searched a bit longer for the camera this morning,” Noia grumbled.
It was a shame that such a beautiful scene could only be documented with words; photos would truly preserve such a moment’s ambiance.
“Hey? Didn’t you find the camera this morning, sis?” Moon asked.
Noia shook her head. “I searched several times in mom’s storage room but couldn’t find it. Ah, what a pity—I wanted to hold onto this moment.”
“Well, it’s actually not that regrettable,” Anna said as she approached the two little dragon girls.
Noia and Moon turned to her, “Why do you say that?”
Standing behind them, Anna gazed out at the frolicking couple, “The Queen always tells me that a dragon’s life is far too long, and any beautiful moment eventually has an expiration date, becoming less favored. So for her, transitory beauty holds a deeper sense of nostalgia.”
Noia and Moon nodded slowly, as if they kind of understood.
Though they puzzled over the meaning of her words, they knew it was something nice.
After all, it was from mom.
The two little ones turned their attention back to the beach.
Mom and Dad were now splashing around in the swimming area.
As they chased each other, Mom lost her footing and was about to fall into the water when Dad rushed in to steady her at the waist.
Their eyes locked, and then—
Anna covered their eyes.
“Kids can’t see this part!”
The Head Maid chuckled as she watched the last sliver of sunset disappear from the Queen’s view.
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