Chapter 142: Only Pregnant Women Can Start Fires

In the early morning, Leon woke up gently and opened his eyes to find Rosvitha not by his side.

Her thin-strapped nightgown from last night lay on the bed, still warm, suggesting she had just gotten up.

Leon slowly sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and went to the bathroom, rubbing his messy hair.

Upon entering, he saw Rosvitha brushing her teeth at the sink.

She was wearing that pink couple’s pajamas, the zipper on her chest not fully pulled up, revealing a hint of her ample bosom.

The part of the pajamas that was meant to accommodate a tail had been removed by her, and her silver tail extended directly from the back of the pajamas, revealing a bit of tender skin at the base of her tail beyond Rosvitha’s tail root.

Further down, there was the graceful curve of her waist and hips, like undulating peaks, even the loose pajamas couldn’t hide Rosvitha’s figure.

With one hand on her hip and the other holding the toothbrush, she lazily but rhythmically brushed her teeth, toothpaste foam overflowing from the corner of her mouth, her cheeks puffed up, looking quite cute.

Seeing Leon arrive, Rosvitha glanced at him and didn’t say anything, just silently shifted aside, making some room at the sink.

Leon leaned in, picked up the toothbrush they had brought over yesterday when their daughters helped them move, squeezed some toothpaste, and began brushing his teeth.

Brushing… brushing…

His brushing rhythm was much faster than Rosvitha’s, and he had more toothpaste foam.

The couple stared straight at themselves in the mirror.

Couple pajamas, one blue and one pink, standing side by side brushing their teeth, indeed exuded a strong feeling of cohabiting lovers.

However, it was just that they looked extremely compatible on the surface. This unfortunate couple couldn’t possibly stage any heartwarming scenes on a morning like this.

Seeing Leon brushing his teeth so quickly, Rosvitha frowned slightly. Naturally, she wasn’t willing to fall behind.

The queen set aside her hand from her hip and sped up.

Leon paused his movements. Was this mother dragon’s strange competitive spirit starting again? Even in brushing teeth?

Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly. How childish! —

Then he also began to speed up.

Brushing… brushing… brushing…

“Ah!~”

Suddenly, Rosvitha let out a low groan, raising her hand to cover her mouth. She took the toothbrush down and saw a faint red mark on it.

She had brushed too hard and made her gums bleed.

Leon also looked over, then smirked triumphantly. It seemed like he had won this toothbrushing competition.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to brush his teeth leisurely.

Rosvitha glared at him with resentment, starting their first exchange of the day, “Is your toothpaste the Dragon Power flavor?”

Leon was taken aback, “No, why do you ask?”

“If not, then why are you brushing so vigorously?”

“… ”

She lost her toothbrushing and wanted to save face in her mouth.

Could Leon indulge her?

He looked at Rosvitha, leaning in as he spoke, “Want to know what flavor my toothpaste is? Let me show you.”

Rosvitha quickly raised her hand to push against his chest. “That’s disgusting, Casmode. Don’t make me curse at you on the first day of cohabitation.”

“Why didn’t you say it was disgusting last night then?”

“Shut up.”

“Hey, how come it’s only okay for you to say it, but not me?”

“I’m pregnant!” Rosvitha argued.

Well, Leon had already anticipated that in their future cohabitation life, Rosvitha would wield the phrase “I’m pregnant” as a means of acting domineering and unreasonable —

Even though she wasn’t exactly the most reasonable mother dragon to begin with, her pregnancy would undoubtedly make her even more unbridled towards Leon.

But Leon didn’t have much choice. After all, on the night they confirmed the second pregnancy, he had promised Rosvitha to endure her mood swings and peculiar temper during her pregnancy.

Of course, Leon would fulfill this promise not solely for Rosvitha’s sake, but also for the second baby in her belly.

If Leon’s concern were divided into 100 parts, the second baby would definitely account for 51, while the mother dragon would only hold 49.

Not even half, how could you say Leon cared more about Miss Melkvi than the second baby? Right?

Hmm.

No, 49 is too high.

How about 48?

Yes, 48, can’t afford more.

After finishing her ablutions, Rosvitha left the bathroom wearing dragon wing slippers.

Leon also quickly tidied up before heading out.

As he left, Rosvitha was already sitting at the vanity, beginning to groom herself.

Her silver hair reached down to her waist, and she held a small leather pouch in her mouth. First, she quickly tied up her long hair, then she braided a small strand on the left side of her temple while looking into the mirror.

Leon remembered that braid was something he secretly made for Rosvitha to tease her when she was unconscious due to the Blood Woe.

He never expected that it would become Rosvitha’s signature style over time.

Standing behind Rosvitha, Leon had his hands tucked in the pockets of his pajamas, leaning slightly against the wall, silently watching her groom her hair.

If he had known she liked the hairstyle he made for her so much, Leon would have given her twin ponytails from the beginning. But twin ponytails might not have the dignity fitting of a queen.

Lost in his thoughts, Leon heard Rosvitha’s voice, “What are you planning to do today?”

Rosvitha remained seated at the vanity, her back straight, her silver tail cascading down. She raised her arm and continued grooming her hair.

“I’m going to play with Noia and Muen in the backyard in the morning. In the afternoon, I’ll see if Muen wants to study. If she does, we’ll study for a while; if not, I’ll give her half a day off to spend time with Noia.”

The sisters only had Saturdays and Sundays to spend together each week. While studying was important, maintaining their relationship was equally vital.

Besides, Muen was only a little over a year old and was at an age where she loved playing. Leon didn’t want to put too much academic pressure on her.

“Mm.”

Rosvitha, still facing away from Leon, gave a faint response before adding, “I’ll arrange for pest control at the Silver Dragon Temple today, probably before three in the afternoon. Make sure the children don’t come back before then.”

“OK.”

“Also, remember to set aside time tomorrow; we’re going to Sky City,” Rosvitha turned around.

Leon blinked, “What are we going to Sky City for?”

“To buy some things we might need during pregnancy,” Rosvitha said. “We can’t let Anna and the others go buy them, or they’ll figure out I’m pregnant now.”

“No problem.”

After arranging their plans for the next two days, the couple went their separate ways—one to the bathroom and the other staying in the bedroom.

Even though they had been candid with each other many times and knew each other inside out, they still maintained some boundaries in their daily lives.

There was never a precedent for a queen and her captive to change clothes face to face. Of course, there was also no precedent for giving birth, kissing, or cohabiting.

But these were different matters. Giving birth, kissing, and cohabiting were unavoidable, but changing clothes face to face could be avoided.

This peculiar couple always tried to draw clear lines between them. However, perhaps they didn’t realize that the more they tried to do so, the more entangled they became.

After changing clothes, they walked out of the room one after the other. They bid farewell at the doorway, a simple nod exchanged between them.

And thus, the first night of cohabitation came to an end. It felt… not bad? At least it didn’t feel as tense or explosive as they had imagined.

However, with the personalities of this couple, who knew how things might turn out in the future.