Chapter 0043-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“There are chairs out front, let’s go sit down for a while.” Lois Visser said.

“Uh-huh.”

The two walked over to the bench, and both took advantage of this opening in their sitting down to draw back their hands in silence.

“Hoo~”

The moment each retracted their hands, both of them simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief as if they were relieved.

But he also felt that his hands became empty.

That temperature also also drifted away from the palm in an instant.

It’s a little cold.

But Leon didn’t offer to take Loseweather’s hand again either.

He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head slightly, enjoying the feel of the warm midday sun beating down on him.

Weak people should really get more sunshine, it’s very comfortable and pleasant.

Maybe it would also take his mind off the loneliness of being uprooted for a while.

Loseweather sat straight, as she had always been accustomed to, chest out and stomach in, even in a sitting position, she had to be dignified at all times.

She looked sideways at Leon, whose eyes were slightly closed and enjoying his coziness, and asked, thoughtfully.

“Homesick.”

“Uh-huh.”

Leon replied not very seriously, just a nasal “hmmm”.

But while the attitude was somewhat perfunctory, the inner thoughts were true.

He was really, really homesick.

Loseweather’s pupils fluttered slightly as she asked again, “Your parents-“

“I grew up in an orphanage, never met my mom or dad, and was adopted by Master and Mistress.”

“Oh …… then we’re about the same.”

“Are you an orphan too?”

It’s a little hard to strain, like swearing.

But Leon was straight-laced and didn’t think that much of it.

But fortunately for Los Vespers, she didn’t quite understand the logic of cursing in human society, and simply shook her head and replied, earnestly.

“No, I mean, I’ve never met my father or mother either; my sister and I were raised by our grandmother.”

She hung her head slightly as she said this, finally surrendering to change her dignified and elegant sitting position.

Leon opened his eyes a slight slit and peeked at her.

The high and proud queen, at this moment, looked a bit forlorn.

Leon closed his eyes again, not intending to empathize with her, just teasing, as he usually did.

“Oh, that’s weird.”

Loseweather looked over at him, “Blame what?”

“No wonder you’re so bad at being a mom.”

“How come I won’t be a mom – a mother?”

“Look, look, look, Moune she