The blazing power of Leon’s fiery staff surged forward like a raging storm, accompanied by a torrent of lightning, forcing the silver dragon to cry out in pain and beg for mercy.

The bed sheets had been crumpled into disarray, and the sensation between their bodies was nothing short of sticky and warm.

Just as Rosvisser had told their daughters earlier—it was just a cold, and sweating it out would help.

However, she hadn’t expected that the sweating would be something they both did together.

In the early hours of the morning, the light in the bathroom was on.

The couple stood tightly embraced beneath the showerhead, letting the water wash away the heat and the remnants of their indulgence.

Rosvisser’s delicate face was filled with exhaustion, her lips quivering slightly. Her petite chin rested on Leon’s chest as she looked up at him, biting her lip, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and weariness.

The effects of the *Dragon Strength* had worn off, and Leon's cold and fever had subsided along with it.

But the timing of his recovery felt rather inconvenient.

It didn’t seem like it was his body’s natural ability to heal or the *Dragon Strength* that had done the trick.

It looked more like Rosvisser’s "care" was the real cure...

Ah, in the end, it was the body of a dragon that endured everything.

“Rosvisser...” Leon murmured.

Her eyes sharpened like blades, her tone unfriendly. “What?”

“You’re a good doctor.”

“Die!” 

She twisted a section of skin on his waist, causing General Leon to shut his mouth quickly, not daring to press his luck.

But Rosvisser was already so weak that even this playful gesture made her vision blur, and she nearly fainted.

Leon, quick as ever, caught her around the waist, preventing her from falling onto the bathroom’s tiles.

His broad hand supported her slim waist, which seemed fragile enough to snap with just a bit more pressure. The contrast, combined with the warm water sliding over their skin, created an undeniably steamy atmosphere.

She leaned against Leon’s chest, her eyes half-lidded with fatigue as she spoke weakly, “I’m so tired... let’s just finish up and go back to sleep.”

Leon didn’t tease her this time. He gently patted her head. “Okay.”

After they finished washing and dried off, they wrapped themselves in towels and returned to the bedroom.

The bed was a mess, evidence of their earlier, heated "battle."

Seeing the state of the bed, Rosvisser shot another look of reproach at Leon.

Leon blushed. “It’s all because of the *Dragon Strength*...”

“Why didn’t you leave that potion book in the baby’s room where Little Light could see it?”

Leon shrugged innocently. “How was I supposed to know a four-month-old could brew *Dragon Strength*? It took me a lot of effort to make mine back in the day.”

Actually, the *Dragon Strength* earlier wasn’t made solely by Little Light.

Since she hadn’t been introduced to magic yet, she had needed Noa’s help to break down the herbs using lightning magic.

And that particular *Dragon Strength* wasn’t pure, otherwise, Leon wouldn’t have recovered so quickly in just a few hours.

Back when he brewed it himself, the effects had lasted an entire night for both him and Rosvisser.

Still, Little Light’s abilities were far beyond Leon’s expectations.

She always claimed she wouldn’t be very hardworking or talented in the future, but her learning and practical skills constantly amazed Leon.

Could this be the true advantage of being half-human, half-dragon?

From Noa to Moon, and now to Little Light, each of his daughters had shown exceptional talent and prowess that far exceeded normal dragon hatchlings, whether born live or hatched from eggs.

“Hey, stop daydreaming and help me change the sheets,” Rosvisser said tiredly from the bedside.

Leon snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, right. Coming.”

After they changed the sheets, the couple finally lay down.

Rosvisser was still fuming. Even in bed, she deliberately distanced herself from Leon.

Between them lay two stuffed bears they had given each other.

After a moment of silence, Rosvisser spoke coldly, “Go to sleep.”

“Huh? Oh... goodnight.”

She didn’t reply, just quietly burrowed into the blanket and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight allowing Leon to faintly make out her form beside him.

She lay on her side, clutching the large stuffed bear Leon had given her.

Leon knew she had a habit of wanting to hold onto something after "completing her work." It was the only way she could sleep peacefully. Normally, she would be hugging him. After all, their "married life" was harmonious, and falling asleep together after their exertions was pretty typical—though she'd still act tough the next morning.

But tonight, she was holding the stuffed bear.

It seemed her anger was no small matter.

Leon hesitated for a moment, then rolled onto his side, pressing the stuffed bear’s head down slightly to peek at Rosvisser behind it.

“Wanna talk?”

Rosvisser scowled. “Let go of my bear.”

Leon awkwardly pulled his hand back.

After a while, he spoke softly, “Sorry... for making you clean up my mess again. I should’ve listened to you and just taken the medicine.”

There was no response from behind the bear.

After a pause, Leon added, “You should take some medicine tomorrow too. I don’t want you catching my cold.”

“Humans and dragons can’t pass illnesses to each other.”

Your wife has rejected your concern and thrown some improvised biology knowledge at you.

“Is that so...?” Leon muttered, then suddenly realized something. “Wait, if humans and dragons can’t catch each other’s colds, why do you have human cold medicine in your bedside drawer?”

Rosvisser’s heart skipped a beat, her face turning bright red in the darkness.

Thankfully, the light was too dim, and the bear was in the way, so Leon couldn’t see.

“Mind your business. I can put whatever I want there.”

In reality, along with cold medicine, there were fever reducers, stomach medicine, insomnia pills, painkillers... all human medicine.

It was tough to get those in dragon society, and Rosvisser had gone through quite an effort to gather them.

But she didn’t do it to make some dragon-slayer hero thank her.

She prepared them because...

Well...

Because...

Because her bedside drawer was too empty, and she needed something to fill it up.

Yep, that was the reason.

...

...

Okay, fine! It’s because she cared about that idiotic man, worried he’d get sick and suffer. So what?

Rosvisser’s mind raced, and the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. Her grip on the stuffed bear tightened.

But then, she felt the warm touch of his hand on the back of hers.

His palm wasn’t soft or smooth—it was the hand of a warrior, full of calluses and scars from years of battle.

But every time he held or touched her hand, Rosvisser felt an inexplicable sense of security.

She loosened her grip on the now misshapen bear.

She wanted to intertwine her fingers with his but couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

“Can I take the bear away?” Leon asked softly.

Rosvisser didn’t respond, simply waiting in silence.

After a moment, Leon slowly pulled the bear from her arms.

Then his hand, still warm, slid from her wrist to her palm, and without waiting for permission, he threaded his fingers through hers.

In the end, they were holding hands.

Now, they faced each other, able to see each other's faces.

Rosvisser huffed softly. “I didn’t say you could hold my hand.”

But she didn’t refuse, either.

Leon smiled. “What can I do? My hand’s stuck to yours now, can’t get it off.”

He shook their interlocked fingers slightly, making it impossible for her to pull away—not that she tried too hard.

Rosvisser lightly kicked his leg under the blanket. “Tch, shameless.”

“Mm-hmm, whatever you say, Your Majesty.”

Rosvisser shot him a glance. “I’m too tired to argue. I’m going to sleep.”

Even though she said she was going to sleep, she didn’t close her eyes.

Leon knew what she was waiting for.

“Want me to hold you while you sleep?” Leon asked.

“Beg me,” she replied.

Leon chuckled. “Please.”

“Hmph, even if you beg—hey, what are you—”

Leon didn’t wait for her to finish. He pulled her into his arms.

Rosvisser struggled for a moment, but soon gave in, letting Leon embrace her.

At that moment, a small smile played on her lips, hard to suppress.

Playing hard to get was just part of their routine, after all.