Chapter 0143-Shut up Dragon I don’t want to have children with you anymore.

“Uh-huh.”

Leon: “Your hands are sweaty.”

Lois Visser: “It’s you.”

Leon: “No, it has to be you, little things like holding hands with you don’t make me nervous enough to break a sweat.”

Loseweather: “Hmph, you must be all sweaty already? Don’t be a tough talker.”

Leon glanced at Loseweather’s chest, “The fact that your dragon tattoo isn’t even lit up proves that I don’t take this seriously at all.”

“Ah don’t think someone holding hands is going to think that way, right? What kind of innocent boy is that? Besides, your dragon tattoo doesn’t light up-“

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he saw a ghostly purple light begin to shimmer under the covers on Leon’s side of the room.

Losweather panicked, “No, it can’t be! Never!”

“Oh yo, sire, are you panicking? Holding hands with me is actually an easy thing to make you deer in headlights, isn’t it?” Leon gloated.

Lossweather’s eyes twitched slightly, and after a brief moment of panic, she immediately saw the point.

Loseweather stomped on the covers, exposing Leon’s chest.

Only the bastard’s other hand was cupped with the purple ambient light she’d just used to scare him, to impersonate the light of the dragon tattoo.

Loseweather narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Leon.

The smile on Leon’s face also changed from smug to embarrassed.

He snapped, dropping the ambient light to the floor, “Would you believe me if I said it ran into my hands on its own?”

Loseweather grimaced, “Believe it, I’ll believe anything you say.”

“Wife you’re so nice~”

“Don’t be a bitch, idiot!”

But no matter how clever or bickering, the two never separated their hands.

Just hold it together so tightly.

Gradually, Loseweather’s pulse in her palm, which had been visibly throbbing from being frightened by the spider, smoothed out.

The two people holding each other’s hands no longer deliberately used a lot of force, and became much more natural.

This natural state of relaxation is the most comfortable-

Otherwise the she-dragon was just a little too strong, and with that kind of grip, Leon might be in a cast tomorrow.

But the night, ah, is still long.

There was no sleepiness in the two of them.

After a few gags, he got a little bored.

“Hey.” Leon’s tone took on a more serious tone.

“What.”

“That Mate Choice of Yours ……”

“Fake, it’s been over a hundred years, don’t take it seriously ow.”

“Oh, and your standard now?”

“I don’t have standards right now.”

As she said this, Leon could visibly feel her fingers move slightly.

Leon didn’t know what the micro-movement meant.

But with his knowledge of this female dragon …… her words just now should not all be sincere, right? —

Eh strange, what does it matter to him Leon if he means it or not?