156 Three Days of No Exercise, Proud as a Peacock
Roswiser had pretty good flexibility and coordination, so learning yoga wasn’t a big deal for her.
Milan was also taken aback during the class by her queen’s physical advantages and learning speed.
This wasn’t flattery, she truly believed it.
As for Leon, he lasted less than ten minutes before he got up and left, claiming he was going to hang out with Noia and Moon.
You can’t blame the Dragon Slayer for his wavering heart; if anything, you have to blame that Mother Dragon and her eye-catching long legs. If he kept staring, he might as well start glowing with those Dragon Patterns.
Seeing Leon rush out, Roswiser thought this dog man might actually stick around, but who knew he’d bolt so quickly?
Hmph, good riddance! If he were here, I wouldn’t be able to focus on my practice. Roswiser thought.
For some reason, whenever Leon was around, her attention would scatter like a cat caught in a laser pointer beam.
This phenomenon seemed to have kicked off about two months ago.
At that time, she’d be busy handling some follow-up work in her study late into the night, and if it got too late, Leon would make her some simple late-night snacks.
He’d sometimes sit quietly beside her, just watching her work.
Even then, Roswiser would find her focus wandering.
Workaholics never let external factors slow down their progress.
Yet somehow, Leon always managed to distract her.
Tsk. Dog man. It’s obvious we’re just not fated to be in sync; it’s like our destinies are in a tug-of-war.
Shaking her head, she snapped back her wandering thoughts and concentrated on her yoga.
Honestly, doing some yoga felt pretty effective.
The benefits of yoga are quite comprehensive.
Not only does it get the whole body moving, but it’s also super beneficial for postnatal recovery.
Most important of all, yoga helped calm Roswiser’s mind.
Relying solely on those jade pomegranate dragon fruit supplements for relaxation? Not cutting it!
A proper yoga practice was good for both her and the baby.
Leon’s little detour ended up making him unwittingly do something good for himself, she mused.
The yoga class continued.
A few hours later, Leon returned from outside.
Chilly as all get out, he didn’t rush inside. Instead, he took off his snow-dusted coat at the door, patted off the snow on his head, and waited for the chill to fade a bit before slipping into his slippers and going in.
Knowing pregnant women hate the cold, Leon was meticulous about such details.
Entering the bedroom, he found Milan had already left.
Only Roswiser remained, still practicing a yoga pose.
She recognized Leon’s footsteps, so she didn’t turn around, opting to keep practicing in silence.
The move Roswiser was currently working on was called the “Pilates Push-Up,” which differed from the traditional one in that you keep one knee on the ground while extending the other leg straight, aligning with the spine. Your elbows should sit near your ribs.
This reduced the strain on the arms, shifting the focus to the core strength of the waist and abdomen.
“Yo, looking pretty standard there,” Leon sauntered over and sat cross-legged beside Roswiser.
Roswiser continued her push-ups, her arms delicately toned, not like a wilted bamboo sh**t, while her waist and hips had curves like rolling hills.
She glanced at Leon, “Milan said I’m doing it perfectly. Want me to teach you?”
“No thanks, I’m not keen on doing these weird poses in tight pants. Good old-fashioned exercise is more my style.”
“Hmph.”
Roswiser ignored him and kept going with her Pilates push-ups.
Milan had said this move was foundational, and practicing more would build a solid base for future yoga courses.
Roswiser certainly had time on her hands; she could do this all day.
Leon sat watching her and got a sudden flashback to school sports day.
Back then, he had pushed himself to the limit just to help Noia score well.
Push-ups, sit-ups, long-distance running—those were the daily essentials.
He distinctly remembered one time when he was doing push-ups, Roswiser crawled beneath him and playfully threatened,
“If you run out of stamina, you might just have to kiss me~”
Five hundred push-ups was astronomical for Leon, who hadn’t entirely recovered at the time;
But with that Mother Dragon underneath him providing “moral support,” he gritted his teeth and finished them.
He even recalled that at dinner that night, his arms were so weak he could only rely on Moon to feed him.
Back in the present, Leon squinted, gazing at Roswiser, and felt a familiar stir of mischief.
Moments later, Roswiser’s view suddenly filled with Leon’s face—upside down, no less!
The Pilates push-up made it impossible for Leon to sneak under Roswiser.
Plus, considering she was pregnant, bumping into her belly was a no-go.
So, Leon took a clever approach and poked his head right underneath Roswiser’s chin.
Sure, in each other’s views, their faces were upside down, but who cares? The effect was the same.
“What are you doing?” Roswiser propped herself up on her arms, her voice cool and collected.
“Just giving you some motivation to push out a few more. If you happen to give out, you’ll have to kiss this Dragon Slayer—don’t think that sounds appealing, do you?”
It was practically the same line, triggering a wave of nostalgia for Roswiser.
She realized Leon was rifling through the past, but she just smirked and said, “Childish.”
Despite calling him childish, she didn’t shoo him away, continuing her push-ups.
From Leon’s vantage point, that exquisite face bobbed up and down, drawing near and then pulling away again, while her silver hair softly tickled his cheek, a gentle teasing.
After hours of yoga practice, beads of light sweat had graced Roswiser’s lovely face.
Her silver eyes fixed on Leon’s, her gaze was lazy and enticing—was she a bit tired, or was she just playing it cool?
Warm breaths brushed against Leon’s face, gentle and sweet, carrying a hint of her fresh scent.
After a while, Roswiser’s pace noticeably slowed.
Several times, her lips briefly brushed against Leon’s nose but then stubbornly pulled away.
“If you’re tired, give it up. Doing fewer won’t cost you any muscle,” Leon said with a laugh.
What’s this dog man so proud about?
If she wanted a break, Roswiser could’ve done so whenever she liked. After all, she never set a quota for how many she had to do.
This was just a habitual rivalry with him.
And he was getting all smirky about it.
Leon Casmod, three days without a workout and he’d be up to mischief; two months without yoga and he’d feel all high and mighty.
Suddenly, Roswiser stopped, propping her elbows on the yoga mat, her beautiful face close to Leon’s, eyes locked, breaths mingling.
Leon’s smile froze solid, sensing impending doom, and he subtly began to inch away.
But it was too late.
Roswiser reached out, cupping Leon’s chin and preventing him from escaping her smirk.
It was a position that made the chin-holding maneuver quite easy.
Leon returned Roswiser’s gaze, and even viewed upside-down, her alluring face remained stunning.
The couple stared into each other’s eyes, a familiar thrill and desire blossoming in their hearts.
Roswiser, one hand holding Leon’s chin, began gently toying with his warming earlobe.
Feeling Leon’s breathing quicken, Roswiser smirked.
“You’re right, my dear husband, I can’t go on… I must, accept your punishment.”
“Roswiser—”
She was oblivious to whatever he was about to say; kissing came first.
Kissing while upside down? They’d never tried that before.
The sensation was unique.
In this position, Leon could detect the alluring scent from Roswiser’s neck.
And let’s not forget that pregnant women have a distinctive aroma, intoxicating and heady.
Their lips and tongues intertwined from a completely different angle than usual.
The sensation was both familiar and new.
After a long time apart, they set their hearts free, embracing their “addiction” once again.
And through a fresh lens.
With warm hands, they caressed each other’s faces, sliding down to the back of each other’s heads, slightly increasing pressure to draw them even closer.
If their previous kisses had relied on the cover of night, a magical time when people’s shyness seemed to evaporate;
What were they to make of this bright, sunny day, lying on the ground and kissing? How could they explain that?
Admitting “I just want to kiss you” was still a bit tough for the couple.
As they got lost in the kiss, the Dragon Patterns shimmered faintly.
They pulled back just in time.
Of course, before this kiss could conclude, Roswiser took advantage of the moment and gently kissed Leon’s Adam’s apple.
After that, she flopped back onto the yoga mat.
The two lay face to face; although they were still awkwardly positioned oppositely, it didn’t hinder their intimacy.
Roswiser’s long fingers playfully squeezed Leon’s other ear lobe.
Meanwhile, Leon let Roswiser’s warm fingertips dance across his face.
They listened to each other’s breaths gradually calming down.
Roswiser stared up at the ceiling and suddenly thought of something, asking, “So, you didn’t just have me do yoga for the fun of it, right?”
Leon closed his eyes, grasping her wrist. “Nope, I just genuinely wanted to irritate you.”
“Oh? Is it not because you worried your homebound wife would be too bored tending to the baby, so you came up with this plan that looks like it suits your style, while cleverly hiding your true intentions?”
An excellent Dragon Slayer wouldn’t just casually do something, right?
Everything he did was thoroughly thought through, considering every possible outcome.
Leon looked back at her, his voice steady, “Roswiser.”
“Hmm?”
She gazed into those tender eyes of the Dragon Slayer, expecting some cheesy, awkward sweet talk.
Yet, reality proved she had overestimated Leon.
“This afternoon, five hundred push-ups—it’s all for your benefit, my dear wife.”
“… Hurry up and d*e, hurry up and d*e!”
