Chapter 0241-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Leon waved his hand, not getting on her bad side.

He picked up a large cake knife that was on the side, “Now you can have your cake, which piece do you want?”

Loseweather rubbed her chin, her eyes darting back and forth across the large cake, finally settling on the words ‘Happy Birthday’, “This.”

Leon sliced the piece off and handed it to Loseweather.

Then cut off ‘Los Vespers’ to the left of ‘Happy Birthday’ and put it in front of himself.

Losweather frowned, “What are you doing?”

“Eat Loseweather.” Leon returned faintly.

“You! ……”

The jam is tart and sweet in one bite.

After eating it, I didn’t forget to comment, “Los Vespers are delicious!”

Gritting her teeth, she vowed that when Leon’s birthday came around, she would cut off “Leon” and paste it in the guy’s face so he could eat it!

The cake-eating session is also over.

Lois Visser clasped her hands together and counted, “Blow out the candles, make a wish, cut the cake and eat the cake, it’s all done. Hmmm ……”

Leon cocked his head, “What? Not satisfied enough?”

At the time, Loseweather said that if she wasn’t satisfied, Leon would have to give her something else to say.

Losweather thought for a moment and nodded, “Not really.”

It had actually been quite fun, but Loseweather wanted to tease Leon a little more, to see if he had any more crushing stunts he hadn’t pulled out of the bag.

“What doesn’t work?”

Losweather looked left and right, and finally her eyes fell on the pile of small gifts she had just brought back, and she whirled around to ask, “Where’s my birthday present?”

“You dragons have birthdays, no cake, no wishing, but there’s the gift-giving part, isn’t there?” Leon couldn’t help but tease.

Loseweather grunted softly, “If you don’t have it, forget it. This birthday barely passes muster for you.”

Barely passable?

Sorry, but ‘barely qualified’ is not in Leon Casmode’s vocabulary of life!

He raised his chin at the balcony, “Follow me.”

“Do what?”

“Look at the gift I got you.”

With that, Leon headed for the balcony.

Loseweather followed him.

The couple stood side by side, looking up into the deep night sky.

“Where is the gift ……?” Loseweather asked.

Instead of answering, Leon slowly raised his right hand in a preparatory motion of snapping his fingers.

Loseweather was bewildered, “What does this ….. What does it mean?”

Slap–

The ringing finger fell and a blue light