Chapter 289

The wine bottle fell over on the steps, and the wine flowed out of the bottle and down the steps one by one.

On the throne sat two people, entwined in a passionate embrace.

Leon seemed to understand why Losweiser had built the throne so spacious.

It is not only spacious, but can also accommodate two people and accommodate all kinds of positions.

This isn't her being lazy;

She's finally figured it out.

"You asked me to wait for you here tonight, is it just for this? Hmm?"

Losweiser closed her eyes slightly, a satisfied smile on her blushing face.

She rested her head on the armrest of the throne, swaying gently to the rhythm, her tail wagging slowly behind her.

Losweiser replied softly.

"I told you before... I... we'd be here sooner or later—"

The alcohol heightened her body's sensitivity, making it impossible for her to even finish a sentence.

Losweiser slowly opened her eyes. Because she was resting her head on the armrest of the throne, the entire hall of the Holy Temple was reflected in her eyes from this angle.

The Holy Temple was spacious, luxurious, and completely empty.

But the deep love she and Leon had for each other seemed to fill the entire hall.

Her face was reflected in the wall tiles; her silver hair was loose, and her gaze was unfocused.

It's truly disgusting to see Queen, high above everyone else, engaging in illicit relations with a human while seated on her throne.

However... Losweiser thoroughly enjoyed this self-loathing.

Despite having obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, she allowed Leon to lick her entire body.

Despite being a workaholic, she meticulously crafts the throne so that she can better spend the night with her fake husband on it.

Despite claiming to be cold-hearted and unattached, she fell in love with a man she shouldn't have.

In public, she is a cold and aloof Queen; in private, she is a wife who indulges in the pleasures of love.

She was immersed in the shame and disgust brought about by her own contrast, unable to extricate herself.

The man's rough hands gripped his own neck once more.

Losweiser laughed, "Try pinching me again, Leon."

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt the grip on her neck tighten slightly.

"I tried it, how was it?" Leon asked in a low voice.

Lu Liner II (four) Ba Ba ④nan Jin Losweiser held his wrist, her lips gently caressing his fingertips, "What you're doing is insubordination, being a prisoner."

"Is that so, Your Majesty? I have even more insubordination I haven't shown you yet. Would you like to try?"

"Very well, then let this this Queen see—"

Her dragon eyes turned white, and her blush deepened, yet she persisted in her 'contest' with Leon.

"Let's see what you're capable of."

Losweiser has a tendency to be abused.

Of course, that's just one point.

Leon's grasp of this "point" was extremely precise.

This way, while ensuring that Luo Wu (one) Qiba (eight) Lin (seven) Lu (one) Siweser is satisfied, she will not actually be hurt or wronged.

Lovers often come up with all sorts of fun activities; this is the norm.

Regardless of the method of play, it is all based on mutual respect.

She was first and foremost Leon's wife, and only secondly a partner in their marital game.

Under Leon's 'bold and decisive' offensive, the couple completed their first time of the night on the refurbished throne.

Her slender arms hung limply from the armrest of the throne.

Losweiser smiled wearily, closed her eyes, and savored the wonderful moment that had just passed.

The back of her hand accidentally touched the cold tiles on the ground, which made Losweiser a little more awake.

She looked up at Leon beside her; he was also resting.

Losweiser grabbed the dress from the ground, casually put it on, then stood up, barefoot on the tiles, and slowly walked to the steps below the throne.

Her neck was covered in hickeys, and her delicate back was dotted with red marks.

Her silver hair was loose and hung down to her waist.

Leon watched as she put on her clothes, then quietly put on his pants as well, leaving only his upper body exposed.

Inside the desolate hall, the Silver Dragon Queen stood on the steps, her back to the shirtless man on the throne.

"Leon."

"Um?"

"Simply promoting viviparity will not truly make the Silver Dragon Clan stronger."

"As king, I must become stronger to better protect my people," Losweiser said slowly.

"Okay, I understand. So, what do you plan to do?"

"Do you remember when you first came back a few days ago, I told you that I wanted you to store up more Magic Power?"

Leon nodded. "I remember. But didn't you say your body hasn't recovered yet, so you can't use that method for the time being?"

Losweiser turned around and stretched out her arms. "It's recovered now, you can use it. Want me to tell you about it?"

"Okay; you say."

"This method is actually not complicated, and it was you who inspired me."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "I gave you the inspiration?"

"Yes. After discovering that your body could no longer store Magic Power, you turned to using the Dragon Mark as a storage organ to inject Magic Power into it and store it."

"But the storage capacity of the Dragon Mark is limited. It's probably only enough for you to go all out for about ten minutes, right?" Losweiser said.

"Yes. Taking down those six dragon kings was my limit, and that was with the blessing of the Gate of Nine Hells."

Leon said, "Without the Gate of Nine Hells, we would all have been in danger that day."

"You can't say that. After all, the skills you learn are your own. As long as you can beat your opponent, that's enough."

Leon smiled. "Yes, that makes sense. Please continue."

"Well, my idea is, since one Dragon Mark stores enough Magic Power for about ten minutes of your Magic Power output, what if you had two Dragon Mark... wouldn't that double your combat time and intensity?"

Upon hearing this, Leon's eyes lit up, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Two, two Dragon Mark? I thought you could only get one of these."

"Who said that? Dragon Mark patterns are essentially a kind of magic array; you can have as many on your body as you want."

After a pause, Losweiser bit her lip and said hesitantly, "But..."

"Only?"

"But if you get too many Dragon Mark tattoos, the feeling they bring is doubled. Do you remember that time a long time ago when I planted Dragon Mark on your Black-Gold War Chariot, and then forced you to wear it and... do that with me?"

Leon thought back for a moment.

That was indeed a long time ago.

Losweiser took him to the private vault in the back mountains, where he donned the Black-Gold War Chariot again after two years.

But little did they know that the metal shell of the trench had already been brutally destroyed by the Dragon Queen.

Leon, under the influence of the two Dragon Mark, experienced ecstasy for over an hour.

That incident almost cost him his life.

Just thinking about it now sends chills down my spine.

"Hmm... I remember."

"That level is only the Dragon Mark on the outside. If you get a second Dragon Mark tattooed on your body, the feeling will be much stronger."

"Theoretically, this would double the Magic Power that can be stored," Losweiser said.

"Indeed... but this is just my way of becoming stronger, isn't it? Didn't you say you wanted to become stronger too?" Leon asked.

Losweiser nodded. "Yes. So... I will also get a second Dragon Mark tattoo on my body, just like Dragon Mark, to accumulate more Magic Power."

Leon scratched his forehead. "This method does sound easy, but if the Dragon Mark really has such a wide range of functions, can't others do the same as us? If that happens, wouldn't we lose our advantage?"

Losweiser smiled faintly, put her hands behind her back, and slowly walked forward.

She leaned forward slightly, the neckline of her dress drooping down, revealing her fair skin and the Dragon Mark on her chest.

She grasped Leon's wrist and gently placed his hand on her chest.

"For the vast majority of Dragon Race, Dragon Mark markings are shackles, constraints, fetters for pure love, and cages for loyalty."

"Because in a life span of thousands of years, who can guarantee that they will only love one person?"

"But we."

"You and me, Leon, we will... be together, for a lifetime, won't we?"

"We'll be together forever, won't we?"

The Queen finished speaking, and the Holy Temple fell silent, so quiet that only the sound of each other breathing could be heard.

Losweiser stood on the next step, looking up at the half-naked man on the throne.

Their silver and black eyes met, as if invisible sparks were flying in the air.

Seeing that Leon's expression was a little strange, Losweiser quickly added,

"When I say 'together,' I mean living together objectively, not... not that kind of 'together.'"

The voice trailed off as the sentence was spoken.

Finally, Losweiser looked away, staring at the polished floor, and asked in a low voice,

Do you understand what I mean?

"Clear."

"Okay, I understand—"

"You must grow old with me."

Losweiser:?

"You don't understand anything!"

Losweiser strode angrily up the steps, stood in front of Leon, hands on her hips, and retorted sullenly, "Who wants to grow old with you? I won't let you see what I look like when I'm old."

Leon was taken aback. "So it's because he doesn't want me to see him grow old that he's unwilling to grow old with me...?"

"Mind your own business. Anyway, the phrase 'growing old together' is... inappropriate."

Losweiser thought for a moment, then quickly came up with another explanation.

"You are my captive, bound to my side for life, to develop the functions of the Dragon Mark together. Isn't that only natural?"

Snap—Snap—Snap—

Leon couldn't help but clap his hands. "Brilliant, Your Majesty! Every time you can't find a suitable reason, you use the excuse that I'm your prisoner. This trick always works!"

Losweiser was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

It's like they're making things worse by trying to explain.

It was just a repetition of what he had just asked me to say:

We will be together for a lifetime.