Chapter 0144-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

What does he care about Roseweather’s choice of spouse?

Must have been so bored and having trouble sleeping tonight that there was just no topic left to talk about.

Well, it must be.

The excuse was perfect, and Leon gave himself a mental nod.

The two of them are surprisingly similar in the area of fooling themselves-

They all love to give themselves credit for the ‘perfect reasons’ they find for themselves.

So when can the two of you share some inner activity? Get the other to like and comment as well?

Leon took a long breath and tried to relax.

Losweather glanced at him and asked, “What’s with the sigh?”

“Huh? No, just relaxing and trying to fall asleep early.”

“Uh…”

The hands under the covers were still clasping each other, but it was inevitable that the fingers would go a little numb after keeping one motion for a long time.

Leon tried to move his thumb, but this unintentional act accidentally created the illusion of caressing the back of Losvesser’s hand.

The other hand at Loseweather’s side subconsciously squeezed the hem of her skirt.

This guy …… hold hands just hold hands ah …… don t touch around OK!

How dare you, a captive, touch your master.

Good.

Then I’ll touch you too!

Losweather moved her fingers as well, her warm, tender fingertips brushing the old wound on the back of Leon’s hand with a different kind of touch.

The so-called ten fingers are connected, especially in this claustrophobic and ambiguous environment, the feeling it brings is even more marvelous.

Just a tiny touch tugs at each other’s heartstrings.

Crunchy, tickly-

Would also like …… to do something more.

Gobble–

Loseweather suddenly heard Leon gulp.

That looks …… like the guy should be feeling the same way as himself at this moment.

As the night wore on, it was as if the hearts of the people were under a cover of secrecy.

Always wanting to do something that’s normally hard to do while you’re here.

Once such a thought arose, it would intensify just like the resonance of the dragon tattoo.

Loseweather licked her somewhat dry lips and tried to say something, but the words escaped her lips and she swallowed.

It’s really weird. Ambiguity is like water, it’s pervasive and always slips in when they don’t realize it.

It is also more soul-stirring than any elaborate means of flirting.

Never before had Leon and Loseweather lain together so sober and held each other’s hands.

That raw and ignorant sentiment took root in their hearts and then grew wildly.

This has nothing to do with the usual “hostility”, in this moment, this night, they are both drowning in ambiguity.

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