Chapter 0024-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“What does it mean when the dragon tattoo reacts?”

“Playing dumb, are you? I already told you the other night that the dragon tattoo will resonate when a person starts to miss another person. You deliberately picked this kind of time for the dragon tattoo to resonate, just to make me lose face in front of outsiders, right?”

Leon watched Losvesser’s shy, angry, and anxious look, and although he was outwardly calm and collected, he was already flying high on the inside.

Yes, yes, yes, that’s the effect.

Anyway, I’m a dead pig myself, no matter how you ask, I just won’t admit it.

Leon opened his mouth to say something to dislike Loswither, but inexplicably, those words turned into.

“Why are you being mean to me? Am I at fault for wanting you?”

Hiss–

Even though it was a dislike of Loseweather in return, why had it turned into this feeling of condescension?

Leon wondered how he had come up with a more offensive word, and how it had come out as such.

But by the look of dismay and bewilderment on Loseweather’s face, the words had a pretty good effect.

Her inverted dragon pupils were filled with disbelief, and along with this amazement, there was also a circle of redness that gradually swept across her face.

The blush was faint, but it was especially noticeable against her pale skin.

It even spread to the tips of her ears.

Eh wait.

Not quite right?

He had obviously come up to clean him up, so how was he delayed in doing so, and was instead bluffed by his three words?

What’s wrong with saying “I miss you too?” ……

It’s really–

Amount ……

It’s really – shameless!

Yes, shameless. A defeated captive saying such things is shameless!

Los Vesper consoled herself mentally, wanting to go on to say something to deride or taunt Leon.

But the reaction of the dragon tattoo grew more and more violent.

Her heart couldn’t stop beating faster, and the more she looked at the asshole in front of her, the more she could hardly restrain her dragon breeding instincts anymore.

She frowned, knowing that she shouldn’t be able to get things done in twenty minutes if she wore herself out any longer.

Loseweather glanced coldly at Leon, before the dragon tattoo burned the last vestiges of her sanity out of her.

“Count yourself lucky, Leon, next time, I won’t let you go.”

“Ow, I’m so scared.”

“Disgusting!”

“Mmmmmmmmmm I’m disgusted I’m disgusted.”

Lois Visser grunted, lifting the hem of her skirt and walking quickly toward the exit.

“You’re being gentle, Moune is sleeping.”