PAID

It was nearing noon the next day when they finally checked out.

Unlike their “maintaining distance” stance from the night before, by the time they were checking out, Leon and Rosvisser were close enough to be inseparable. Leon had his arm around her slender waist, and Rosvisser leaned against him like a delicate bird nestling beside her mate.

Who could tell that, just last night, they’d both insisted on separate rooms? To a stranger, it might’ve looked like they were there for a divorce!

The receptionist from last night was still on duty, her eyes widening slightly as she observed the refreshed couple. With her years of experience, she could tell they’d had quite a… passionate night. The fact that it was already almost noon suggested either they’d indulged until late, or they’d had another round in the morning—

The receptionist quickly shook her head, stopping herself from speculating on their private life.

Normally, she wasn’t like this. Having worked at the hotel front desk for so long, she’d seen all kinds of couples.

But something about this particular pair was strange, unique even.

And yet, beneath that strangeness, there was an unmistakable sense of deep love and affection between them.

“Your check-out process is complete. We look forward to your next stay,” she said politely.

Rosvisser nodded and followed Leon out of the hotel lobby.

Once on the bustling street, they dropped their intimate pose and held hands more casually.

After an intense night together, they often dropped their usual guard, acting more like a true married couple, sharing gentle moments like hugging, holding hands, and small talk.

Indeed—

“Regular bonding helps keep post-marital passion alive.”

Turns out, this saying wasn’t wrong at all.

“So, are we heading home, or…?”

“Let’s grab something to eat first.”

Truth be told, Rosvisser’s legs were still feeling a bit weak.

Leon had gone all out last night—well, actually, he always did—which had left her in need of some extra energy.@@novelbin@@

*Ah,* she thought, a bit nostalgic for the days when she’d been the one to drain the life out of a certain top dragon slayer.

Now, here she was, turned into his “cream puff.”