Chapter 0111-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids with You Anymore

“Hmm? Asking for mercy, Your Majesty?”

With a tired grunt, Loseweather narrowed her eyes and said, in a tone of total provocation.

“Didn’t you eat? Is this the level?”

Leon admired the she-dragon’s guts and courage.

I can’t believe you can be so tough at a time like this.

But all the same, she had to pay for her tough talk.

Leon unleashes the final blow.

With a bone chilling tingle, Losweather’s brain buzzed.

The ceiling chandelier flickered in and out of her eyes, and all she could feel was this sensation that ran through her entire body, wonderful and tormenting.

She wanted to get rid of it, but uncontrollably was reliving the moment over and over again.

A blush covered her pale cheeks, her lips trembled slightly, and her heartbeat fell silent after that moment.

The next thing you know, Loseweather is no longer conscious and closes her eyes and passes out.

Leon gasped as well, and after calming his agitation a little, he leaned forward and cupped Lothwesser’s chin and shook it gently.

No reaction.

“Hmph, told you to keep your mouth shut.”

He rolled out of bed and wiped Loseweather clean, then dressed and tucked in.

Then he went to the bathroom and took a shower and left the room.

About two hours later, Leon returned with Moune.

He also had a bowl of hot fish soup in his hand.

Loseweather also woke up again at this time.

It’s hard to imagine that she was just blanched to the point of fainting by this guy?

She leaned back against the bed and when she heard footsteps, she just turned her face away, not wanting to see the asshole.

“Mom~”

Little Mourne called out softly.

Loseweather sighed darkly before slowly turning her head.

She squeezed out a tired smile, “Had enough? Moune.”

“Uh-huh, I’m full, dad even brought you fish soup, mom, try it~”

“Mommy’s not hungry.”

“Tsk, how can you not eat when you’re just sick?”

With a look of love for his wife, Leon sat down on the edge of the bed with the fish soup.

Loseweather glared at him with a look as if she couldn’t wait to make soup out of him as well.

Taking a small spoon, Leon took a bit of the soup and then thoughtfully blew on it before handing it to Los Vesper’s mouth, “Here, drink this, I made it especially for you.”

“I’m not hungry.” Lois Visser stiff-lipped.

“Don’t be so stubborn, the child is here, what if you spoil her?”

Mourne will always be Leon’s most powerful killer!

Losvesser glared at him through gritted teeth, and finally opened her mouth slightly, unwillingly.

Leon carefully passed the fish soup into her mouth.

“Is it good, wife?”