Chapter 0027-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

The crown was removed and casually set aside.

Then the necklace, earrings and other jewelry were removed as well.

The afterglow caught sight of Leon, who was sitting on the floor, leaning on the edge of the bed to eat, and was slightly startled, but said nothing.

She moved a chair and sat down in front of Leon, then crossed her long legs and leaned against the back of the chair, surveying Leon condescendingly.

As she crossed her legs, her heels wobbled on her jade feet, wobbled twice, and sure enough snapped to the floor.

Leon held the lunch box and stood still with her for a while, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to eat the rest of the meal in front of the condescending, incredibly disgusted and contemptuous eyes of Roseweather, so he simply put the lunch box aside.

“What for.” Leon asked.

“Is it good.”

“Not bad.”

“I asked you if it was good, answer yes, or no, and don’t give me an okay answer.”

Gotta.

This mother dragon’s temper is like the sky in June, it changes at the drop of a hat.

Leon pursed his lips, and not wanting to go too far against the grain just to save face, he had to answer, and

“Yummy.”

“Is the meat good?”

Leon frowned, not answering.

Loseweather snorted, propping one hand on the side of her face, slightly crooked, and asked, languidly.

“Know what kind of meat that is?”

Leon shuddered inwardly, as if realizing something, and a wave of nausea went straight to his stomach.

Lois Visser couldn’t hide her laughter at his look.

“It’s beef, what, you can’t eat it?”

“Boring.” Leon lowered his head, not wanting to look at her.

But where was Loseweather to let him go so easily?

With her daughter out of the picture, she has plenty of ways to torment Leon.

Slowly reaching out her foot, Losweather gently tipped the back of it against Leon’s chin, forcing him to look up at herself.

From this half-tilted viewpoint, Loseweather’s queenly demeanor simply pulled full circle.

The lazy eyes, the playful smile, and the faint sense of exhaustion on his brow.

It’s just a shame.

Leon couldn’t appreciate it.

He hated it when people stepped on him with their feet – no matter how pretty the feet and their owners were.

“It occurs to me that, except for that one time in the morning, the dragon tattoo didn’t react at all for the whole day after that.”

Loseweather spoke faintly, “So, this one and only time, you still did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

Leon saw this and stopped talking tough, “Knowing that I did it on purpose, you’re still not mad?”

“Heh, just me getting mad won’t be enough to make you remember.”

With that said, with a slight push, Losweather put her foot against Leon’s neck and pinned him to the edge of the bed.

Then she traced her white toes along Leon’s neck all the way to his chest, then to his belly, and on down–

Leon reached out and cupped her thin, boneless ankle.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not just going to get mad, I’m going to light a fire. Get your hands off me.”

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