Shut Up, Dragon, I Don't Want to Have More Children With You

"Muen doesn't want anything, Muen wants—"

The little dragon girl's voice trailed off.

She actually knew that with Mother's personality, no amount of coaxing would work. It might even make Mother impatient and angry.

Even if Losweiser got angry, she wouldn't scold Muen, but Muen still didn't want her mom to be constantly bothered by negative emotions.

She drooped, thought for a moment, and said, "Muen doesn't want delicious food or fun toys. Muen wants you not to follow us, and you have to grant Muen one request."

Losweiser nodded, "Mm, what request?"

"This!"

The little dragon girl said excitedly, then pulled the two hands she was holding on either side together.

When Leon and Losweiser touched fingertips, it was as if an electric current flowed through them, instantly spreading throughout their bodies.

The Dragon Slayer's hand was weathered and covered in scars;

The Silver Dragon Queen's hand was delicate and boneless, fair and slender.

But the common point was that their fingertips were both slightly cold at that moment.

This was due to extreme nervousness.

Muen held their hands until she confirmed they had truly taken each other's hands, then she took her own hands away with satisfaction.

"There~ Daddy and Mother, you have to keep holding hands like this from now on~"

Losweiser's face felt a little hot.

She had lived for two hundred years, let alone holding someone else's hand, even getting that close to Leon just now was the first time she had mustered the courage.

She actually hated being close to the opposite sex. Any male dragon that appeared within three meters of her was either a corpse or about to become one.

So… this holding hands… was truly a bit—

Unexpected.

Leon, on the other hand, while also finding it a bit difficult to maintain composure, didn't have as complex feelings as Losweiser.

He simply wanted to know:

If dragon hooves tasted good, what would dragon claws taste like?

The unlucky couple also accepted the fact that their first hand-holding experience was with someone from another race.

Meanwhile, Muen ran off and hid behind a tree to secretly observe.

Watching Daddy and Mother holding hands, Muen secretly giggled.

"You did that on purpose, Muen."

"Ah!—"

Noa appeared behind Muen at some unknown time, crossing her arms and imitating Losweiser's adult demeanor.

"Sister, you scared me to death!" Muen clutched her chest and said playfully.

"Hmph, what's so great about holding hands."

"It's great, it's great."

Noa stepped forward and pinched her sister's chubby cheeks, "You really did it on purpose."

"Wuwu~ Muen was wrong, Muen won't dare to do it again, Sister, let go, let go~"

The two little ones giggled and playfully wrestled. Before leaving, Muen still glanced back in that direction with lingering thoughts.

She pouted, "Daddy is really something, Muen had to teach him how to hold hands, tsk— he doesn't know how to take the initiative at all!"

Noa followed her sister's gaze and silently thought, "If only it could always be like this."

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Sleeping with the dragon mother; Having children with the dragon mother; Walking with the dragon mother; And holding hands with the dragon mother.

If these actions by Leon were exposed in an age of information, no matter his intentions, he would be sent to the gallows.

After Muen left, neither of them let go of each other's hands.

However, as the awkward atmosphere reached its peak, it no longer felt that awkward. Seven

As the saying goes, those with bare feet are not afraid of those wearing shoes. 1

Since it had come to this, how much more awkward could it get?

Besides, once their little hands were linked, the onlookers were so engrossed in shipping the couple and secretly cheering that they had no time to gossip about whether His Majesty and His Majesty's husband had just met.

Leon's face turned red, he cleared his throat twice, still holding her hand, but his face was already twisted towards the other side of the Earth.

"Um... if you don't want to hold hands, you can let go."

Losweiser lowered her eyelids, her delicate face flushing as if kissed by a fiery sunset. "I-it's fine, let's keep holding hands. That way, no one can gossip."

"Oh, alright."

Leon swallowed, glancing at Losweiser.

Recalling how she had gently asked him if he wanted to get closer earlier, and seeing her now, shy like a young girl, Leon couldn't help but ask, "You seem particularly... docile today."

For a Dragon Queen, Leon would only use the word "gentle" in his wildest thoughts.

When it came to actually saying it, "docile" felt more appropriate.

"Do I?"

"Yes."

Losweiser's pupils flickered, as if she were calculating something.

But the expression vanished from her face as quickly as it appeared. She soon straightened her face, returning to her usual stern and indifferent demeanor.

"It seems you've been tamed by me, Dragon Slayer. Now that we're getting along, you're finding it uncomfortable."

Ah, that's the stuff.

This is the feeling!

Leon also put on a serious face, ready to bicker with Losweiser.

"Heh, what's this about being uncomfortable? It's just a tiger fallen on hard times being bullied by dogs."

Losweiser raised an eyebrow and tightened her grip on Leon's hand. "Incorrect. It's a tiger fallen on hard times being..."

She deliberately drew out the last word.

The technical term is "generating reader interest";

In plain language, it's "I won't tell you, just you wait!"

In short, a cliffhanger.

Leon indeed turned his head. "Being...?"

"Being ridden by a dragon."

"Damn it."

Leon rolled his eyes and instinctively tried to shake his hand free, only to realize he was still holding Losweiser's.

Their fingers were intertwined, making it quite difficult to pull away.

However, this unintentional movement allowed them to more fully feel the sensation of holding hands.

Their palms were pressed together, and the heat couldn't escape through the gaps between their fingers. It swirled between their skin, steadily increasing the temperature of their clasped hands.

Soon, a thin layer of sweat formed on both their palms, making the sensation of skin-to-skin contact even more intimate.

As they walked, their hands moved, inadvertently causing their palms to rub against each other.

A tingling sensation that made their hearts flutter.

"There are chairs ahead, let's sit down for a bit," Losweiser said.

"Mm."

They walked to a long bench and, in the same motion of sitting down, they both withdrew their hands in a tacit understanding.

"Phew~"

As they pulled their hands back, both let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.

But they immediately felt a sense of emptiness in their palms.

The warmth had instantly dissipated from their hands.

It felt a bit cold.

However, Leon didn't reach out to hold Losweiser's hand again.

He leaned back against the chair, tilting his head slightly, enjoying the warmth of the midday sun on his skin.

People who are weak really should get more sun. It felt comfortable and pleasant.

Perhaps it could temporarily make him forget the loneliness of leaving home.

Losweiser sat up straight, a habit she had always maintained. Chest out, stomach in, she always maintained a dignified posture, even when seated.

She glanced sideways at Leon, who had his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the comfort. After a moment, she asked, "Are you homesick?"

"Mm."

Leon's reply wasn't very serious; he just responded with a nasal "Mm."

Though his attitude was somewhat perfunctory, his feelings were genuine.

He really missed home.

Losweiser's pupils trembled slightly as she asked, "Your parents—"

"I grew up in an orphanage. I never met my parents. My Master and his wife adopted me."

"Oh... then we're pretty similar."

"You're an orphan too?"

It felt a bit awkward, like an insult.

But Leon, being blunt, didn't think much of it.

Fortunately, Losweiser didn't quite grasp the logic of human insults and simply shook her head, answering earnestly, "No, I mean, I also never met my father or mother. My sister and I were raised by our grandmother."

As she said this, she lowered her head slightly, finally willing to change her dignified and elegant posture.

Leon opened his eyes a sliver, secretly observing her.

The proud Queen now seemed a bit forlorn.

Leon closed his eyes again, not intending to empathize with her, and teased her as usual, "Oh, that explains it then."

Losweiser looked at him. "Explains what?"

"Explains why you're so bad at being a mom."

"What do you mean I'm bad at being a mom—being a mother?"

"See? When Muen and the others aren't here, you use the word 'mother'."