Chapter 0038-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

It’s more of a family feeling when your wife handles the after-dinner washing up together.

Losweather didn’t retort, just tied up her apron and went to the kitchen, ready to start scrubbing dishes and plates.

She and Leon were the only ones left in the room.

With clear water running from the faucet, Lois Visser stood in front of the sink, carefully scrubbing each dinner plate.

“Hey, when are you going to come and help? Didn’t we say we’d wash it together? You – hiss ……”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Losweather felt a sudden rush of heat in her chest.

The body’s sensitive nerves were then tugged.

She pulled back her neckline slightly and noticed that the dragon tattoo on her chest was shimmering in a dark purple color.

“Leon …… you–“

She wanted to go out and question Leon about what he was up to again.

But as soon as he turned around, the reaction of the dragon tattoo became steeply stronger.

Loseweather’s legs gave out and she fell forward.

Luckily, she held onto the doorframe in time, or she would have really fallen here.

But even so, the reaction of the dragon tattoo continued to eat away at her body and her sanity.

The vision becomes a little blurred, the mouth is dry, and the desire to “reproduce” becomes more and more urgent.

She swallowed, but in the end, she couldn’t resist the growing resonance of the dragon’s lines, and sat paralyzed on the ground, unable to stop gasping for heavy breaths.

Knock-knock-knock.

Footsteps sounded in front of her.

Loseweather looked up.

It’s Leon.

Bleak moonlight flooded in through a side window and struck the side of Leon’s face.

He had little expression, scrutinizing Losweather condescendingly.

But if you look closely, you can also notice the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was obvious that he was also desperately resisting the resonance reaction of the dragon pattern.

“What are you going to…what are you going to do ……,” asked Loseweather brokenly.

Two strong impulses fought in her consciousness at the moment.

One side was wary of the man in front of her, and the other side was eager to turn the tables on him. . the instinct to make love to him.

She knew that Leon was feeling the same way she was right now.

“Roseweather, two years ago when we were in the dungeon, I said something to you, I don’t know if you remember.”

Leon slowly crouched down to be at eye level with Los Vespers.

He reached out, gently picking up Loseweather’s chin, looking at her flushed cheeks and bewildered, ambiguous pupils.

“Never be alone with one of the most highly trained dragon slayers.”

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