**Dragon Daughter Special Forces, Go!**
“Shhh~~~”
As soon as they heard the door lock clicking, the couple simultaneously put a finger on each other’s lips, signaling silence.
Straining to listen, familiar voices crept in from the doorway.
“Sis, what if we get caught sneaking into Mom’s room?”
“We won’t get caught. Mom and Dad should be asleep by now. Besides, we’re just checking up on them to see if they’ve kept their promise. Even if we do get caught, it won’t be a big deal.”
“Okay, got it, Moon.”
Checking up on them?
Little one, what have you been learning at the academy these past few months? Sneaking around and checking up on your parents now, huh?
It’s hard not to suspect that Vice Principal Wilson, that old dragon, has brainwashed you into shipping Mom and Dad together.
But there’s no time to guess about Noia’s campus life; the urgent task is to handle this little “checkup” business.
The couple lowered their heads in unison, glancing at the scene on the couch—
Perfect! There was absolutely no trace of how a newly cohabiting couple should look. Instead, it looked like a honeymoon couple ready for a romantic rendezvous on the sofa.
“It’s Noia and Moon…”
Roswiser’s pupils flickered, and her speech sped up, “No wonder Noia just asked, ‘You guys will continue living together, right?’ She’s been suspicious from the start that we might not be living together honestly, so she came to check on us.”
Leon sighed, “Looks like having a smart daughter isn’t always a good thing…”
Moon was sweet and innocent, adorably clueless; she believed whatever Mom and Dad said—easily handled, in other words.
But Noia? She was clever even before, and as she grew older and gained more experience, dealing with her by just maintaining a façade was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Get under the blankets.” After a brief brainstorm, Roswiser whispered.
This time, Leon had no choice but to agree. “Okay.”
The couple descended from the couch, each grabbing a corner of the comforter, wrapping it around themselves like sneaky dogs, and hurried toward Roswiser’s big bed.
But just as they were about to lie down, they realized a more serious problem.
They looked at each other and simultaneously exclaimed, “Pajamas!”
After dinner, they had promised Moon that they would wear couple pajamas while living together.
But that was just for show; neither of them actually intended to put on that shameful couple set.
However, who would have thought there would be a surprise checkup, right?
If they left their little girls with a feeling that their parents didn’t keep their word, it would be a disaster.
Leon quickly scanned the surroundings and, thankfully, hadn’t put those couple pajamas in the closet.
He swiftly grabbed them, tossed the pink one to Roswiser, and then jumped into his outfit like a kangaroo.
The pajamas were a one-piece with a zipper running from the chest straight down to the belly. As long as you crawled in through there, you were dressed.
The footsteps of the sisters were getting closer; in a moment of panic, Roswiser gave in and slipped on the couple pajamas without even having time to take off the light nightie she was wearing.
Once they were both dressed, the couple dove into the blankets like fish in water.
To look more like “lovey-dovey parents on their first day of cohabiting,” they faced each other, holding each other close.
Leon wrapped his arms around Roswiser’s slim waist, while Roswiser gently rested her hand on Leon’s shoulder.
“Why are you so used to holding my waist?” Roswiser whispered.
“Practice makes perfect, honey.”
“Shut up!”
The couple quickly shut their eyes and pretended to sleep.
Meanwhile, the little duo had pushed the bedroom door open just a crack.
First, Noia’s little head poked in; she glanced around, and then a little tuft of hair emerged from beneath her chin, followed by Moon’s adorable face.
The two sisters were on a mission to survey the room.
“Balcony, nobody.”
“Sofa, nobody.”
“Bathroom, nobody.”
“Confirm target is on the bed, in we go!”
The Dragon Daughter Special Forces successfully infiltrated Mom and Dad’s bedroom.
They tiptoed with silent steps, lifting their legs high and lightly placing them down, moving perfectly in unison until they reached the bedside.
To avoid detection, the little sisters first knelt on the floor, ensuring the two on the bed weren’t reacting, then they clutched the bed’s edge with their tiny hands, slowly poking their heads up.
“Mom’s tail is tucked away; looks like she’s really sleeping,” Moon pointed out.
Dragons instinctively tuck their tails when they’re fast asleep—like humans breathing, it’s natural and automatic.
Noia nodded, “I thought they wouldn’t sleep together.”
Moon looked at her sister, curious, “If not together, then how do they sleep?”
Noia shrugged, “Mom sleeps on the bed, Dad sleeps on the sofa, I guess.”
Saying that, Noia cautiously tiptoed to peek at the head of the bed.
Seeing Mom in that pink couple pajama, she retracted her gaze, satisfied with a smile, “They put on their pajamas! Looks like Mom and Dad are really taking this cohabitation seriously!”
Listening to the sisters’ chatter, the couple on the bed appeared completely calm, but internally, they were in a frenzy.
If it hadn’t been for the spider incident keeping them from sleeping, their eldest daughter might’ve caught them red-handed tonight.
After all, while they maintained this pretend family facade quite well, in Noia’s heart, they might still seem like a very “strange” couple, right?
Mom and Dad may be “lovey-dovey,” but there seemed to be some other feelings mixed in with that love.
Noia was too young to understand all the complexities of adult relationships, so she could only verify in her own way that “Mom and Dad love each other.”
Fortunately, so far, Mom and Dad’s performance had been great.
Dad really loved them, and Mom didn’t seem to show that sad and lost expression she used to have.
“Hey, sis, once when you were at school, I came to find Mom and Dad, and they were hugging like that, sleeping together,” Moon suddenly said.
Noia raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Really! But…”
Moon stroked her chin, looking up as if recalling the scene, “Dad and Mom looked really tired. Even though the sun was already shining, they didn’t get up. And they had some red scratches on their arms and necks.”
“Red scratches?”
Moon nodded, “Yep, they looked like bug bites. I even put ointment on them!”
Little Dragon Daughter made an expression that screamed for praise.
Noia smiled, pinching her sister’s chubby cheeks, “Moon, you’re so considerate!”
Moon squinted and smiled, then worry crept back in, “But after Dad and Mom wake up tomorrow, they won’t have red marks left, right?”
Noia scratched her head; she wasn’t quite sure what these so-called “red marks” were.
But Mom’s room shouldn’t have any bizarre bugs, right? “I doubt it. If they do, we’ll just put ointment on them again.”
“Yeah!”
At that moment, the couple on the bed was both laughing and crying.
Because the sisters’ words brought back a memory.
What Moon referred to as “that one time” was when Roswiser, after being knocked out by the bl**d Enchantment, woke up, and Leon took her to the back of the mountain to “check in,” and they returned the next morning.
They were so exhausted after returning that they fell asleep together.
And Moon had caught sight of that moment, thinking the marks on them were from bugs.
Those days were undoubtedly some of Roswiser’s most embarrassing!
But according to the “jinx theory,” her embarrassment meant someone else would be laughing.
They lay on the bed, facing each other, close enough to see the details.
Hearing their daughters discuss the matter, they both opened their eyes and glanced at each other.
Leon wore a smirk, his smile filled with meaning.
Roswiser bit her lip, her face flushed, shooting daggers at Leon with her beautiful yet annoyed eyes.
Leon grinned as he mouthed three words: “Strawberry marks~”
Dog Man, do you think I don’t know our daughter is talking about strawberry marks? You don’t need to remind me!
Roswiser was not one to go down without a fight against Leon’s mockery.
She lowered her gaze to Leon’s waist, a thought popped into her head, and she deftly pinched his side—
Ow ow ow~ A wave of sharp discomfort shot straight up to his brain.
This little move was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but devastatingly effective.
Leon felt his face flush, struggling to hold back any sounds that could give them away to the girls.
Otherwise, he’d be the one explaining while Roswiser stood by, enjoying the show like it was no big deal.
Where did this Mother Dragon learn such a move? At over 200 years old, how can she still pinch like a young girl?
Seeing Roswiser’s triumphant smile, Leon knew she was back for more.
“Shhh~” Roswiser mouthed.
So, a ‘don’t make a sound’ challenge after the dragon pattern—what a fun game!
Alright, Mother Dragon, if you want to play, I’ll gladly join you!
