Chapter 0273-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

“No, no, no, how in heaven’s name can a prisoner of war sleep in the same bed as the Queen, it’s against the Big Dipper.”

Loseweather was speechless, “Have you slept in my bed less often?”

“So now I’ve come to my senses and changed my ways, and I will never sleep in your bed again, Your Majesty.” Leon looked serious.

“You! ……”

How the dog man is soft and hard!

Still have to keep grinding him.

“Leon…really, you come up here and sleep, just for this night today.”

Seeing the mother dragon so pitiful, Leon couldn’t bear it.

So he decided–

Keep torturing her.

Come on, the moments to pin down Loseweather are becoming fewer and farther between, and Leon has to savor every opportunity he gets!

“Well …… it’s not impossible for me to come over there, but I have a condition.” Leon said.

“On what terms?”

“Call the husband.”

“…… I don’t.”

“Oh, good night then.”

With that, Leon simply pulled the covers over his head and turned away, again leaving only Los Vespers with his back.

“Eh Leon! …… you come over here, will you, please.”

“Call ~Old~ Gong~ or be excused.”

Loseweather clutched the corner of the quilt in a death grip, her dragon pupils rising upside down.

It was a precursor to the dragon’s fire.

Still, this is something I can do on my own initiative, but you can’t order me to do it.

All that was seen was that Loseweather lifted the covers straight off and, barefoot, strutted toward the couch.

Leon heard sharp footsteps and just turned to see what was going on.

But Loseweather had already made her way to the couch, and with that, she lifted her foot to the edge of the couch, and with a single push, her entire body leapt over Leon’s chest and into the gap between him and the back of the couch.

The maneuver gave Leon a frozen look.

How did she, how did she fit her five-foot-seven, 34e-breasted self into such a narrow slit?

Women are made of water. Are female dragons too?

Leon shook his head and whirled around to ask, “What are you doing? Don’t have a bed of your own?”

“If you didn’t go, I had to come over.”

Losweather burrowed into Leon’s comforter, her slender frame pressed against the back of the couch, “Leon, this is all your fault!”

“My…my fault?”

Leon was like the majority of gay men at the moment, having no idea what he did wrong when his girlfriend was angry.

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