Chapter 169: Rosvitha? Lady Weaver!

The next morning, Leon slowly opened his eyes.

Before he could attempt to sit up, a familiar soreness spread through his entire body.

Especially in his lower back.

To be precise, his kidneys.

Oh dear, the ache was both sour and satisfying.

It felt as if Leon’s kidneys could be taken out, grilled on a barbecue, and still taste sour.

Having spent six months accumulating human essence and exhausting it all in one night—even possibly overdrawing a bit—being able to wake up safe and sound was a miracle among miracles.

After lying quietly for a while and getting used to the soreness in his limbs, Leon gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and sat at the edge of the bed.

The room had already been cleaned, and the bed sheets had been changed to a new set.

Leon furrowed his brows slightly. The sheets were new, but he was still in bed. That meant Rosvitha might have taken him out of bed while he was asleep, changed the sheets, and then put him back.

So this soreness in my limbs… might not be entirely due to last night’s activities?

Damn dragoness, how dare you treat me like this? Is this how you repay your savior?

While silently cursing, Leon heard a sound from the dressing table.

Turning to look, he saw Rosvitha sitting at the dressing table, her back straight and her silver hair cascading down.

A ray of morning sunlight fell on her side, casting her shadow onto the wooden floor.

Dust particles in the light danced like mischievous sprites, swirling around Rosvitha.

She calmly applied her makeup, her slender and agile jade fingers expertly maneuvering various brushes and pads.

Leon was actually a typical ‘impatient’ straight guy. In the past, he didn’t enjoy accompanying his ‘mentor’ on shopping trips or sifting through the sea of cosmetics. He felt it was such a waste of time.

But interestingly, he never found Rosvitha’s makeup routine tiresome. There was a special charm about this woman when she applied makeup—so composed, so elegant.

Each of her movements seemed casual yet full of charm, and staring at her for too long could easily lead one to become enchanted. It was as if even if the world were ending the next second, it would have to wait for her, the Silver Dragon Queen, to finish her makeup.

Or perhaps it was because she was quiet and seemed to enjoy herself during the process—a rare sight in her.

Most of the time, she was busy, exhausting herself both physically and mentally. After finishing her makeup, Rosvitha tidied her hair, and her morning preparations were complete. She slowly stood up, turned to look at the big bed, and said, ‘Oh, you’re awake.’

Leon sniffed and silently looked away from her, ignoring her. Rosvitha raised an eyebrow, thinking, ‘Did he explode in frustration after my playful antics last night? What’s there to explode about? Your past, your present, and your future—all will be under my playful fingers. Just get used to it.’

Rosvitha leisurely walked to the other side of the large bed, positioning herself in Leon’s line of sight.

This time, Leon didn’t turn his head away because he knew that if he avoided her again, she might just climb onto the bed directly. Instead, it was better to accept the situation.

Leon scrutinized Rosvitha. Her silver hair was braided casually and hung over her chest. She wore a dark-colored sleeveless dress, slightly tight-fitting, accentuating her curvaceous figure.

The thin straps hung over her shoulders, and due to her ample figure, two patches of white emerged in front of her chest. The silver dragon tattoo on her chest extended into the subtle grooves, evoking various thoughts in onlookers.

The queen crossed her arms, a playful smile on her face, quietly enjoying Leon’s scrutiny. She rarely wore this style of dress before, but now that she did, it accentuated her mature charm explosively.

Wait a minute. Leon frowned. Since when did the concept of ‘mature’ come from the Longevity species?

Rosvitha’s current aura… clearly exuded that of a married woman!

The composed and mature makeup, the calm expression, and that twisted braid, akin to the very essence of a ‘married woman.’

Was she planning to change her style after giving birth to her second child? Switching to a married woman look?

Before Leon could make sense of the situation, he watched as Rosvitha slowly bent down, her hands resting on the soft bed, and leaned forward gradually. Like a cautious kitten, she crawled onto the bed, inching closer to Leon.

Leon recoiled slightly. “What… What are you doing? It’s morning, and the girls will be coming in soon.”

“Why are you nervous? I’m not going to do anything to you,” Rosvitha said with a smile. “Besides, we already did everything we needed to do last night.”

Leon rolled his eyes at her, relaxing a bit. Then he asked, “What’s with your attire today?”

Adjusting her posture, Rosvitha sat sideways on the bed, tilting her head and smiling at Leon. Instead of answering, she asked, “Do you think it looks good?”

Leon hesitated for a moment. “It’s… okay.”

Rosvitha immediately withdrew her smile. “I’ll give you another chance to phrase that.”

Leon remained firm. “Even if you give me ten chances, this outfit is still—”

Rosvitha interrupted him, “Tonight, I’ll let our youngest daughter sleep with Noia and the others again.”

In an instant, Leon’s expression changed. “This outfit is absolutely stunning, gorgeous, top-notch!”

“A real man knows when to bend,” Rosvitha said.

“Actually, I thought, now that we’ve had our second child, I should dress more maturely. That way, when people see us, they’ll think we look more like a real family. What do you think?”

Leon blinked and nodded. “Makes sense. Should I stop working out and let my beer belly grow, then wear a white tank top every day, smoke cheap cigarettes, hold a newspaper, and spend half an hour in the bathroom?”

“You can describe middle-aged greasy men in such detail. Have you had any firsthand experience?”

“I’m only twenty-three, I don’t look like I’ve experienced a midlife crisis, do I?”

“Heh… I advise you to speak casually. As my captive, you have an obligation to maintain good physique and physical fitness.”

“Since when do captives have that obligation?”

“Well, other captives have been executed. Why do you think you haven’t been executed by me until now?”

“Because you can’t bear to.”

“No, I want you to be my captive for life, never dreaming of escape.”

“How did we go from talking about dressing up to discussing being lifelong captives?”

After exchanging a few remarks, the couple simultaneously and tacitly fell silent, then quietly gazed at each other.

Black and silver eyes met for a long time. Finally, the two of them couldn’t help but laugh together.

Their marriage might be fabricated, even false, but the unique tacit understanding and harmony between them were genuine.

However, they believed this was merely the mutual understanding that archenemies should have.

But whether they were archenemies or destined partners, who could say for sure?