Chapter 0114-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

The duo eventually shared the pinnacle of pleasure.

Exhausted, Roseweather sat against a tree to catch her breath and rest.

Silver strands of hair were plastered to her cheeks, and fragrant sweat trickled slowly down the tip of her nose and the corners of her forehead.

The blush on her face hadn’t completely faded, and her head was leaning gently sideways against the cherry tree, looking tired and delicate.

The body, which had not fully recovered, was even weaker after such a toss.

Yet Leon clearly wasn’t going to leave her alone.

He walked over to Loseweather, knelt down, gently picked up her chin, reached out and smoothed her hair, which was wet with fragrant sweat, from her face.

“Hard work, my dear wife.”

Lois Visser shook her head, shook Leon’s hand off and

“Heh, that’s the end of it? I thought you had prepared a lot.”

“Of course it’s not over, I told you I’d give you satisfaction.”

“Hmph, whatever skills you have, use them all tonight. In the future, you won’t have a chance.”

“Don’t talk to me about the hereafter, Roseweather, I for one never live in the moment.”

Leon smiled teasingly and continued leisurely, “And you, Mother Dragon, you–“

His original plan had been to say something aggressively mean-spirited to troll Loseweather.

Yet as he concentrated on the sickly silver-haired beauty in front of him, those rather offensive words reached his lips, but he unconsciously swallowed them back.

Leon pursed his lips and finally just said, “Hmph, you’re beautiful now, like a broken porcelain doll, and vengeance is even more charged.”

Losvesser glared at him and the two of them stared at each other for a short while before Losvesser averted her eyes, “I’m cold.”

Leon didn’t hear, “What?”

“I said I was cold.”

She was in such a hurry when she came out just now that Lois Visser was still wearing only the halter nightgown.

She clutched her shoulders and curled her long legs, curling her tail up over her waist and belly, the flakes of moist red on her porcelain white skin rather more noticeable.

Although the word didn’t quite fit the dragoness, Leon felt that she was a bit “pathetic” at the moment.

This is a view that should only be enjoyed exclusively.

Leon laughed and shook his head, then took off the jacket he was wearing and draped it over Losweather, then picked her up in a smooth hug.

How come it suddenly seems that this kind of Loseweather is a bit …… well behaved?

Nestled in Leon’s arms, Los Visser was powerless to move, the side of her face pressed against his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat, her own cheeks actually warming up a little unconsciously.

They came to a stream.

Cicadas, evening breezes, streams, starry skies.

It’s a cozy place to lie down.

But Loseweather knew that Leon hadn’t brought her here to enjoy the scenery.

“So, is there a moral here too? Can’t see my sanctuary again.”

“This creek, it’s a favorite place of yours, isn’t it?”

Leon knelt between her legs and ruffled the tail that covered her stomach.

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