"Whatever, I don't have any artistic cells."
Indeed, he had no artistic cells, but Leon had listened to quite a few pieces of music when he was little.
His master's home also had a gramophone, because the mistress liked listening to music, so back then, their home had lots of records.
Most were obscure symphonies, the kind only royalty and nobles could appreciate.
Leon didn't know why the mistress liked listening to such high-class music. Anyway, whenever she listened, he listened along.
"Hmm... then let's try this one first," Rossweise changed the record.
The tone of the piece was solemn and heavy, the rhythm firm and powerful, it was another symphony.
Leon found it vaguely familiar.
He thought back a little, then suddenly said, "Isn't this a piece by a famous composer from the Empire?"
"Yeah, you actually recognized it."
Leon shrugged, "It's not that hard."
"Hmph, then try this one," She changed to another one.
Leon again recognized it as a work from the Empire.
After a few pieces in a row, he could accurately name each composer.
"Rossweise, tonight's romantic activity isn't just guessing music by listening, right? That's too easy. If you're trying to stump me with this, you're doomed to fail."
Rossweise raised her pretty eyebrows, 'Oh ho, the dog man is once again habitually treating this as one of our "spousal competitions."'
'Hmm... fine.'
She loved giving Leon a heavy blow precisely when he thought he had it in the bag.
That had never changed since she first met him.
"Sigh, looks like nothing can stump you. I've only got one record left. I wonder if you can figure it out."
"Bring it on. I'm definitely winning!"
"Oh? That competitive streak isn't necessarily a good thing~"
"Right back at you. And you only say that when you're about to lose, don't you?"
"Heh... then let's do it like we used to, wanna bet on something?"
General Leon was full of confidence, "Sure, what's the bet?"
"Simple. Just one request. That's how we've always played, isn't it?"
"No problem."
Rossweise smiled sweetly, then played the final record.
As soon as the intro began, the general's brow furrowed slightly.
This piece's rhythm and mood were completely different from the previous ones.
It was more cheerful, brighter, not a symphony, more like... a dance piece.
Leon carefully thought back.
He had indeed heard this piece before, but not from his mistress's gramophone.
'Where was it... where...'
"Can't remember, huh, little imperial music library?", Rossweise teased.
"Don't rush me. Let me listen again."
Yet by the time the piece finished playing, Leon still couldn't recall where he had heard it, let alone who composed it or what it was called.
Click!
Rossweise turned off the gramophone, then crossed her arms, leaning gently against the edge of the table.
She tilted her head, silver hair falling, "This teaches us a lesson: never brag before securing victory, right, little lion~"
Leon's face darkened.
'Damn it, got played by this Mother Dragon again.'
'Why did she just have to pick such a strange piece?'
He'd clearly heard it before, but just couldn't recall where.
While he was thinking, Rossweise slowly took off her shoes, revealing a pair of fair, jade-like feet, walking slowly toward him.
She stood before Leon, raised her slender, delicate arms, and gently wrapped them around his neck.
"You... what are you going to ask for?"
"No rush. Before that, let me help you recall where this piece comes from."
Moonlight flowed in, scattering across the queen's long hair like a cascading galaxy.
"At the graduation ball of the Imperial Dragon-Slaying Academy, you accepted a dance invitation from a senior. She was the only girl among all the ones you rejected who made you hesitate a little."
"Because you liked her appearance. But after a short interaction, you realized her personality wasn't what you wanted."
"And the dance you shared with her during graduation used that final piece just now."
"Looks like your impression of that senior was far greater than your impression of the music~"
"Well then~ hubby, ready?"
"I'm going to make a scene."
———
Once life settles down a bit, Rossweise would always awaken her Silver Dragon Jealous Queen mode on time, adding a bit of ripple to the soon-to-be mundane days.
And based on past experience, Leon knew: every time she got jealous, beyond expressing her displeasure, she always had another motive.
He believed this time was no different.
Thinking that, Leon slowly pressed down on the hand wrapped around his neck, softly asking, "Just say what you want to do. No need to use jealousy as an excuse."
Rossweise didn't rush to answer. She tilted her head slightly, broke free from Leon's hand, and raised her arm again to wrap around his neck.
Then Leon pressed it down again;
Then she raised it again;
Then pressed down again;
Then again again raised it;
Then—
After a few rounds, Leon chose to give in.
This Mother Dragon was like a stubborn mule, what else could he do but give in?
Satisfied with hugging Leon's neck, Rossweise smiled charmingly.
She leaned in close, breathing the same air as the man before her. Her silver lashes distinct and fluttering, tickling Leon's skin with each blink, softly itching;
And the pleasant scent on her, it was like a spirit, invisible and intangible, yet unmistakably present, wrapping and surrounding him.
Back then, her fragrance wasn't strong, fresh and elegant;
But after giving birth to Little Light, the scent became deeper and stronger, still pleasant, of course, also highly addictive.
"First of all, your question was too rational," Rossweise said softly.
"Rational? What do you mean?"
"Who directly asks their jealous wife what her real purpose is when she's throwing a tantrum? Hmm?"
Rossweise's tone and expression were very subtle.
Half smiling, half pouting.
She seemed to greatly enjoy this very moment. It wasn't sweet per se, but enough to drown her in it.
Perhaps simply because this dummy in front of her was so attractive, that every time they stirred up this kind of mood together, she would savor every detail.
At the same time, Rossweise was very good at "enhancing" such an atmosphere.
Like a skilled bartender, she meticulously mixed this high-concentration cocktail of ambiguous tension between her and Leon.
"To put it simply... you're too straight."
"You've known me long enough to know that."
"And you've known me long enough too."
The queen leaned in even closer, touching the tip of Leon's nose with hers, "Coax me."
"I thought my wife was a queen, not some delicate little wife?"
"What, you don't like this queen's contrast?"
Leon sighed helplessly.
After a moment of thought, he made a decision.
In the next second, Leon kissed Rossweise's lips without hesitation.
The beauty was slightly surprised, but quickly accepted the tentative kiss.
Just before it could deepen, Rossweise pulled away, though still staying close and wrapped in his embrace.
She curled her lips and asked with a smile, "What are you doing? I'm still jealous, and you just kissed me?"
"Well, we're going to end up here anyway. Why not skip the middle parts?"
"Hmph, my sister was right after all."
"Your clever sister who puts all that cleverness into gossip and juicy rumors, what did she say?"
"She said: once you've been married long enough, men lose their patience."
Rossweise lightly flicked Leon's flushed and hot earlobe with her thumb, "Back then, you were patient. You'd coax me until I was happy before getting handsy. Now you want to jump to the final step right away. Sigh... men~"
Leon rolled his eyes speechlessly.
He actually was willing to coax the Mother Dragon, and it wasn't like he was thinking with the wrong head, rushing to touch her.
He just didn't want to be led around by the nose.
Rossweise was different from ordinary women. She wasn't ruled by emotions, quite the opposite, in fact. She could perfectly control them.
That included jealousy.
Jealousy was merely a tactic she used to "coerce" Leon. In her words, it was just part of their marital fun.
And every time he coaxed her into a good mood, she would take the chance to make him do something she wanted—thus achieving her goal.
But this time, Leon didn't want to be her lamb again.
He had to resist.
As a married man, he had to resist.
"Why so quiet? Hmm? Don't tell me I hit the nail on your little secret? I—mmm~..."
Before she could finish, Leon grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly into his arms.
The beauty's soft curves pressed firmly against his chest. Because of their height difference, as long as he lowered his eyes a little, he could take in the dragon pattern and the mysterious, wonderful cleavage in full view.
Yet Leon kept his gaze fixed on her beautiful silver eyes.
Compared to a woman's proud physical features, he still preferred looking into her eyes.
Beautiful and deep, like a galactic illusion one would willingly get lost in.
"Rossweise, what if I insist on touching you, what would you do?"
"I'm your wife, aren't I? What can I do? Of course it's... all~ yours~ to~ pick~"
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