Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 1 Ch. 154

Chapter 154: What Does Marriage Bring to n?

In the evening, Leon took a shower, washing away the fatigue of the day. As he stepped out of the bathroom, his wife, Rosvitha, had already slipped into bed.

During the day, Mother Dragon got caught by her own maidservant in the practice ground and was then locked in the temple for the entire day. At that ti, she threatened Leon that if he had the guts, he shouldn’t co to bed.

Ha, as if he was scared stiff. I didn’t report you, didn’t provoke your anger, why shouldn’t you let into bed?

Leon dried his hair and walked around to the other side of the large bed, lifting the covers and lying down as usual. Rosvitha didn’t react much, obediently lying there, her arms out of the covers, hands on her abdon, her beautiful eyes staring at the ceiling, as if lost in thought.

Leon glanced over and switched off the bedside lamp. “Goodnight,” he said.

“I’m not sleepy,” Rosvitha replied.

“Alright, then I’ll sleep first.”

“No sleeping allowed.”

Leon turned his head. “Why not?”

“The pregnant queen hasn’t slept; how can a prisoner like you sleep?” Rosvitha had a point.

Leon sighed helplessly. “Then what do you want, Your Majesty the pregnant queen?”

After so thought, Rosvitha said, “I want to hear a story. Tell a story.”

Leon rolled his eyes. “How old are you?”

“Weren’t we just celebrating my birthday recently? Forgot already?” Rosvitha said, “Two hundred and eighteen.”

“You do realize you’re over two hundred years old? You’re not a child anymore, why do you still want to hear stories?”

“I don’t care, I just want to hear a story.”

“Don’t be silly, go to sleep.”

“I want to hear, I want to hear, I want to hear!”

Rosvitha acted like a child—no, like a little dragon? Well, it doesn’t matter—under the covers, randomly kicking her legs, giving off a sense of throwing a tantrum for not getting candy.

And whether it was intentional or not, she managed to kick Leon several tis while she was at it. Leon had already retreated to the edge of the bed, but his butt couldn’t escape this ordeal.

God gave you long legs so you could wear bunny girl stockings for your husband to see, not so you could kick your husband’s butt in bed, you jerk.

Fed up with the disturbance, Leon finally spoke up, “Rosvitha.”

Rosvitha’s foot halted on Leon’s waist. “What’s up? Are you going to start telling the story now?”

“I’ll put up with you for six months,” Leon gritted his teeth.

Rosvitha squinted and smiled, “Then you can explode in six months. Now I’m pregnant, my emotions are unstable, you have to endure . Don’t forget, that’s what you promised initially.”

A mont’s slip leads to eternal regret.

Leon’s understanding of “unstable emotions” seed quite different from Rosvitha’s understanding.

Back then when he promised her, he thought she would uncontrollably explode, curse the heavens, curse the earth, curse the air, and vent all the grievances accumulated over two hundred years on him during pregnancy.

Of course, Leon was ntally prepared for this, enduring it all for the sake of their second child. But he never imagined that things would turn out quite differently from what he expected.

Recently, Rosvitha had been making all sorts of strange requests to Leon, using the excuse of “I’m pregnant, my emotions are unstable.” These requests included but were not limited to:

“I want to see you propose to a carrot, with an eggplant as the witness.”

“Silver Dragon captive Leon, stand up! Five hundred sit-ups, go!”

“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors, and the loser has to wash the winner’s feet. Oh, and by the way, you can only choose rock.”

“I don’t want dinner.”

Five minutes later.

“I want a midnight snack.”

“…”

While Leon had heard of the saying “one pregnancy, three years of foolishness,” he didn’t know there was also an incubation period for this foolishness. What Silver Dragon Queen? She was turning into a Silver Dragon giant baby.

“Should I just give you all my trophies and stop bothering , please?”

Sighing inwardly, Leon realized that compared to those strange requests, “listening to stories” wasn’t such a big deal after all.

“What kind of story do you want to hear?” Leon asked.

“Anything, I’ll listen to whatever you tell,” Rosvitha replied sweetly.

Well, isn’t that sweet. Leon felt cheered up by her sweetness, and a lot of his resentnt instantly dissipated. After so thought, he quickly ca up with a story to tell.

Truth be told, he had quite a few stories in his arsenal, after all, storytelling was a basic skill for a dad-to-be.

“How about I tell you a story called ‘The Little Dragon Crossing the River’?”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a ti, there was a little dragon who wanted to cross a small river. But the water was flowing fast, and she was afraid of being swept away. So, she asked the passing elder dragon, who said the water was shallow and it would be easy to cross.”

“Then the little dragon asked a nearby squirrel, who said the water was deep and it was too dangerous. The little dragon hesitated, and she—”

Rosvitha suddenly interrupted, “Wait, I have a question.”

“What?”

“Why can the squirrel talk?”

“…”

“And why doesn’t this little dragon just use a bridge?”

“Well…”

“Why doesn’t the passing elder dragon just take her across? This story is really heartless, let’s switch to another one.”

Indeed, adults couldn’t understand children’s romance.

Leon pondered for a mont, then changed the story.

“The next story is called ‘The Thirsty Crow.'”

“Okay.”

“Once, a crow was extrely thirsty and happened upon a bottle of water. However, the bottle’s neck was too narrow, and there was too little water for the crow to reach. After much thought, the crow had a bright idea. It flew to the riverbank, picked up many stones, and dropped them into the bottle. This caused the water level to rise, and the crow was able to drink. This story teaches us—”

“Wait, I have another question.”

“Um… what?”

Leon’s explanation seed feeble as Rosvitha turned her head, staring with her beautiful silver eyes, and asked earnestly, “If this crow could fly to the riverbank, why didn’t it just drink directly from the river instead of carrying stones back to fill the bottle?”

“Well… it might… have a cleanliness obsession?” Leon’s explanation fell sowhat flat.

“Why? Is the river water dirty? Because the little dragon dirtied it when she crossed?”

A path of dreamlike linkage, completely unforeseen.

Leon sighed. “Rosvitha, is it so hard to maintain a bit of childlike wonder?”

“Hmph, if you don’t want to tell a story properly, then forget it. And don’t say I lack childlike wonder.”

It’s not that I’m not telling you properly, it’s clearly that you’re not listening properly!

Telling stories to Rosvitha, who ca with the intention of tornting him from the start, was truly a self-inflicted torture.

Just as he was pondering this, the bed shifted, and Rosvitha turned over, facing away from Leon.

Phew, Leon breathed a sigh of relief silently. It seed that tonight’s ordeal was over.

The bedroom quieted down, only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

Leon shifted as well, adjusting to a more comfortable sleeping position, then slowly closed his eyes.

As drowsiness washed over him, Leon let out a yawn.

He had no idea how long it had been when he entered a half-asleep, half-awake state, even seeing his master’s donkey in his dreams—

But just then, the voice of the dragoness ca from behind again.

“I want an apple.”

Leon muttered groggily, pretending not to hear.

Then, the next mont, a jade foot pressed against his waist, speaking with authority, “I want an apple.”

Her soft foot pressed firmly against his waist, her agile toes playfully wiggling back and forth, keeping Leon wide awake. He sighed heavily—tonight’s sigh count was more than the past week combined—as he slowly turned over, reaching out to pinch Rosvitha’s cheeks and gently turning her head towards the clock hanging on the wall.

“Tell , lkvi, what ti is it now?”

“It’s three twenty in the morning,” Rosvitha’s mouth ford an “O” shape from being pinched, but she still answered obediently.

“So, at three twenty in the morning, what kind of apple are you eating?” Leon was exasperated.

Now he understood why Rosvitha said that line “if you have the guts, don’t co to bed” during the day.

It wasn’t a threat; it was advice.

And now, here he was, being tornted until three in the morning without sleep.

“If you don’t give an apple, I’ll start causing a scene.” Now, that was a threat.

Helpless, Leon had no choice but to lift the covers and get out of bed. He fetched an apple and a fruit knife, returning to the bedside. Turning on the bedside lamp, he carefully began to peel the apple.

The peel ca off in one long, thin strip without breaking halfway.

Rosvitha arched an eyebrow. “Impressive knife skills.”

“Thanks for the complint, I used to do this for the donk—”

“Shut up,” Rosvitha shot him a glare, snatching the apple from his hand and taking a bite.

It was sweet, crisp, and delicious. She leaned against the headboard, holding the apple in her hands, eating it delicately and seriously.

Even though he couldn’t understand why eating an apple had to be taken so seriously, after all these days, Leon had learned one thing: don’t interfere with a pregnant woman’s affairs.

“I’m full now, you deal with the rest,” Rosvitha handed the half-eaten apple to Leon.

Leon glanced down and indeed, it was neatly halved.

Wow, so she ate it so seriously just to leave exactly half of it? What was the point—

Forget it, don’t interfere with a pregnant woman’s affairs.

Leon took the apple and took a bite. The flesh was sweet, whether it was the taste of the apple itself or Rosvitha’s lingering lip balm.

Actually, this wasn’t the first ti recently that Leon had eaten sothing Rosvitha couldn’t finish. Pregnancy cravings ca and went quickly. It seed like a waste to throw away so many uneaten things, so the couple often shared.

With the apple in his mouth, Leon used his hands to tidy up the fruit peel and the fruit knife. anwhile, the pregnant lady had already happily nestled back into bed after eating her fill.

Leon glanced at her. This ti, should the night’s antics finally co to an end?

Inadvertently, he caught sight of a drawer in the bedside table.

The drawer was half-open, revealing what seed to be a form inside.

Leon took it out and realized it was a registration form for prenatal yoga classes.

His thoughts drifted back to two months ago when he and Rosvitha t her sister, Isabella, in Sky City while buying nutritional supplents. It was Isabella who helped Rosvitha register for the classes.

They were said to be suitable for pregnant won three months and beyond.

But Rosvitha had never ntioned this before. As Leon looked at the prenatal yoga registration form in his hand, a thought occurred to him.

“If she’s not sleeping at night, she must be bored during the day. Hmph, Mother Dragon, you’ve been tornting for so long, we should reciprocate the favor.”

With determination in his heart, Leon decided that it was ti to return the favor and find a way to keep Rosvitha engaged during the day.