Chapter 0129-Shut up Dragon I don’t want to have children with you anymore.

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Later that day, Leon sat in the nursery looking at the science books on young dragons, waiting to tell Mourne about them tomorrow.

A moment later, the door lock rattled.

He put the book down and looked toward the door.

Before he could see who was coming, he heard the familiar sound of high heels.

Leon didn’t say hello and silently picked up his book again and continued reading.

Loseweather sat down next to him and waited quietly, not speaking.

After about a few minutes, Leon put the book down, “Something wrong?”

“Hands.”

“Huh?”

Without further explanation, Loseweather simply lifted Leon’s right hand and placed it in her lap.

Then she took out the trauma medicine she’d brought with her, dabbed it with a cotton swab, and then applied it bit by bit to Leon’s wound.

The medicine went into the wound, and there was some pain, and Leon subconsciously jerked his hand.

“Does it hurt?” Lois Visser asked.

Leon’s mouth stiffened, “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

Losweather grunted and continued to medicate him, but her movements became much lighter, “Well, I’m not in pain anyway.”

The evening breeze rushes in through the windows, refreshingly cool and pleasant.

Loseweather applied the medicine carefully and slowly.

The potion was slightly cool, but the beauty’s palm was warm and soft.

In fact, as a battle-hardened dragonslayer, Leon had countless wounds on his hands.

In the past, when I was injured, I would just treat it and be done with it.

But never before had he been so meticulous in applying potions to him as Los Viceroy had been.

People always remain very impressed with a variety of different first experiences.

And every bit of detail was felt quite well during the experience.

Los Vesper’s palms were soft and hot, but her fingertips were slightly cool, delicate and tingly to the touch as they traced the back of Leon’s hand.

Leon coughed softly in a very awkward manner, then looked away, trying to divert his attention from the simple physical contact.

Although it was a bit painful, Leon didn’t dare to move, after all, his hand was placed on someone’s leg, so moving around could easily be described as hooliganism.

“Actually… there’s no need to medicate it, it’ll be fine in a couple days.” Leon said.

“It was Murn who tried to drug you.” Lois Visser bowed her head.

“Oh.”

“I’m afraid