Chapter 0052-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“Then how come you’re still my prisoner?”

Leon: ……

Blanch.

Broken defense.

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Three more today, eight in the morning and eight in the evening, thank you for the support of the monthly tickets, modo modo~

29 Herculean efforts produce miracles.

The Queen smiled broadly, her eyes narrowing into two crescents.

Leon also couldn’t tell if that was her laughing at herself or if she was laughing because she thought the conversation they had just had was funny.

He turned away silently and continued to revise his tutoring program.

Sasha–

Clothes rubbed against the sheets, followed closely by the sound of high heels that drew nearer.

A few moments later, a faint scent wafted from behind Leon.

That’s Roseweather’s scent–

Leon had smelled it many times.

She reached for one of the peppers on the table and held it to her nose, sniffing it and frowning at the moment.

The smell was indeed very choking, Los Vesper, a Dragon, found the smell too strong, and he, Leon, actually used it as a refreshing medicine.

Not a little too …… spelled out.

Lois Visser put down the chili and reached over toward Leon’s chin again.

Without waiting for Leon to react, she coldly cupped his chin and forced him to turn his head to look at herself.

A hot touch came from Los Vesper’s fingertips, and looking closer, the guy’s entire cheeks and lips were flushed, and traces of tears lingered in the corners of his eyes.

She flicked Leon’s rolling lower lip with her thumb, not pushing too hard, and

“If you want a pick-me-up, you can ask Anna for some coffee or something, what’s the difference between that and self-harm?”

“I drank coffee for six months when I was in school, and I got resistant to it, it didn’t do much good, it’s better to have cayenne pepper.” Leon said.

“But this is a dragon’s chili, you’re a human who’s afraid you won’t be able to withstand-“

“Don’t underestimate me.”

Gotta.

When he’s stubborn, he’s exactly like Roseweather, and he can’t be pulled back by eight oxen.

Lois Visser grunted and withdrew her hand.

Leon pursed his tingling lips, inwardly actually enjoying having his face touched by Losweather.

It wasn’t that he had any strange fetishes, but because the icy coolness of Losvesser’s fingertips of the monthly fee group LU9-4-9-9-3 LU1-3-WU was soothing when they touched his hot cheeks.

It’s not bitter and irritating like ice, it’s a very soft coolness.

It’s just a shame …… that he can’t initiate this request either, saying that he’d like Loseweather to touch his face more often…