53 Silver Dragon Doctor
Melkway
The Fire Big Stick burst forth like a whirlwind, accompanied by a mighty lightning force that made the silver Evil Dragon cry out in agony for mercy.
The bedsheets were wrinkled, and the sensations between their waists were all too sticky.
Just like Roswiser had just told her Daughters, it was just a cold; a little sweat and everything would be fine.
However, she didn’t expect that sweating meant the two of them had to do it together.
In the early hours of the morning, the bathroom light was on.
The couple embraced tightly under the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of warmth and the scent of their fall from grace.
The beautiful woman in his arms looked utterly exhausted, her lips trembling slightly, her delicate chin resting against Leon’s chest as she gazed up at him, biting her lip, her eyes filled with “resentment.”
The effects of Dragon Strength had already faded, and her cold and fever had improved.
However, this recovery could not have come at a worse time.
It seemed that healing at this moment was not due to her body’s self-repair abilities or the effects of Dragon Strength.
No, the credit seemed to go to Roswiser…
Well, ultimately, it was the giant dragon body that bore the burden of it all.
“Roswiser…”
The Queen’s gaze was sharp as a kn*fe, her tone unfriendly. “What?”
“You’re a good doctor.”
“Go d*e!”
Roswiser gave his waist a twist.
The pain made General Leon quickly shut his mouth, not daring to be cheeky after getting a freebie.
But Roswiser was already extremely weak; even this small playful exchange made her dizzy, with stars dancing in front of her eyes.
Leon was quick enough to support her waist, preventing her from falling onto the bathroom tiles.
His large palm held her slim waist, seeming so fragile that a little more force could snap it like a twig. The contrast combined with the warm water gliding over their skin created an utterly awkward scene.
She leaned wearily against Leon’s chest, her eyes half-closed as she spoke in a soft tone, “I’m so tired; let’s shower and get back to sleep quickly.”
Leon didn’t joke around this time; he patted her head. “Okay.”
After finishing their shower and drying off, the couple wrapped themselves in towels and returned to their bedroom.
The big bed was a complete mess, a testament to their passionate battle.
Seeing this scene, Roswiser shot Leon another resentful look.
General Leon’s old face turned red, “It’s all the fault of Dragon Strength…”
“Didn’t you say to keep that medicine book out of the nursery so Little Light wouldn’t see it?”
Leon shrugged innocently, “How was I supposed to know a four-month-old baby could practice Dragon Strength? It was hard enough for me when I was training!”
Actually, that Dragon Strength was not solely Little Light’s doing.
She hadn’t started her magical awakening yet, so when it came to breaking down herbs with lightning magic, she could only get Noia to help.
Moreover, that piece of Dragon Strength wasn’t even that pure; otherwise, Leon wouldn’t have returned to normal just a few hours later.
Let’s remember that the one he practiced himself took them all night to recover from.
But even so, Little Light’s abilities far exceeded Leon’s expectations.
She always claimed she wouldn’t be a hard worker in the future and had no talent, yet her learning and practical skills never ceased to amaze Leon time and time again.
Could it really be the bloodline advantages of being a half-dragon?
From Noia to Moon and now Little Light, their extraordinary talents and performances had already surpassed those of normal dragon cubs, whether they were born live or from eggs.
“Hey, stop daydreaming and come help me change the sheets.” Roswiser said tiredly while standing by the bed.
Leon snapped back to reality, “Oh, okay, coming!”
After changing the sheets, the couple finally lay down together.
The Queen’s resentment had not yet dissipated, and even as she lay in bed, she purposely kept some distance from Leon.
They had two cuddly toy bears blocking the space between them.
After a moment of silence, Roswiser said coldly, “Time to sleep.”
“Ah? Oh… good night.”
She didn’t respond, simply crawled under the covers and switched off the bedside lamp.
The bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight allowing Leon to see the silhouette of the person beside him.
She lay on her side, clutching the big toy bear Leon had gifted her.
Leon knew she had a habit: after finishing her homework and entering a state of zen, she always wanted to hold something. Only then could she sleep soundly.
Usually, she would hold him; after all, their “couple life” was harmonious—after a hard day’s work, rolling into bed together was perfectly normal—though the next morning she would still act tough.
But tonight she was holding the toy bear instead.
Looks like her annoyance was pretty significant.
Leon wrestled with his thoughts for a moment, then turned over, flattening the bear’s head and looking past it to Roswiser.
“Let’s have a little chat.”
Roswiser shot him an icy look, “Let go of my bear.”
Leon awkwardly pursed his lips, sheepishly withdrawing his hand.
After a while, he softly said from behind the toy bear, “Sorry… made you clean up my mess again. Had I known, I would’ve listened to you and just taken my medicine.”
No sound came from behind the toy bear.
After a moment of silence, Leon continued, “You should take some medicine too; I’m afraid of passing it to you.”
“Humans and dragons can’t pass things to each other.”
Your wife rejected your concern and tossed back her own made-up biology trivia.
“Is that so…”
Leon pondered, suddenly realizing something. “Then if humans and dragons can’t pass things to each other, why is there cold medicine in your bedside cabinet?”
The Queen’s heart skipped a beat, her face quickly reddening in the dim light.
But fortunately, it was dark, and with the toy bear blocking the view, Leon didn’t see.
“Mind your own business! I’ll put whatever I want!”
Actually, besides cold medicine, there was fever medicine, stomach medicine, sleep aids, pain relievers… all things humans take.
For dragons, getting hold of such stuff was no easy feat; Roswiser had worked hard to gather these human everyday medicines.
But she didn’t do it to get thanks from some dragon-slaying hero.
She gathered these medicines simply because…
Erm…
Because…
Because her bedside cabinet was too empty, she wanted to fill it with something.
Yeah, that’s it.
…
…
Alright, it’s because she cared about the Dog Man, worried he’d get sick, worried he’d be in pain, so what?
The Queen’s thoughts were spiraling, and the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt, unconsciously tightening her grip on the toy bear.
But the next second, a warm touch suddenly enveloped her cold hand.
His palm wasn’t exactly smooth, after all, he was a warrior, marked with callouses and scars from years of battle.
Yet every time she held or was held by that hand, Roswiser felt an unexplainable sense of security.
She slowly released her grip on the deformed toy bear.
Wanting to respond to Leon’s linked fingers, but her pride held her back.
“Can I take the bear away?”
Roswiser felt a flicker of hope, but didn’t answer, simply waiting silently.
Not long after, Leon gently pulled the toy bear from her embrace.
His hand, which had been resting on Roswiser’s hand, slid to her palm and, regardless of whether she accepted or not, his fingers slipped into hers.
In the end, their fingers interlocked.
The couple finally faced each other, looking into each other’s eyes.
Roswiser huffed, “I didn’t permit you to hold my hand.”
But she didn’t refuse.
Leon chuckled, “So what? It’s already stuck to your hand; I can’t shake it off!”
He shook their interlocked hands, and indeed, it was impossible to shake off—because he was holding on purposefully tight.
Roswiser kicked him lightly in bed, “Hmph, rogue, shameless.”
“Mm-mm-mm, whatever Your Majesty says is right.”
Roswiser shot him a look, “I’m done talking to you; I’m really tired, going to sleep now.”
Though she said sleep, she didn’t close her eyes.
Leon knew she was waiting for something.
“Want to hug while we sleep?” Leon asked.
“Beg me.”
Leon smiled, “I beg you.”
“Hmph, just because you beg doesn’t mean I’ll—hey, you really… enough is enough, Casmod.”
Leon didn’t wait for her to keep being stubborn; he went straight in and pulled her tightly into his arms.
Roswiser made a show of struggling a couple of times but quickly gave up, letting Leon hold her.
The Queen’s mouth curled up like an AK that was hard to suppress.
When acting, go all in, right? This was just a bit of playful intimacy between a husband and wife.
