Chapter 0274-Shut Up Evil Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Honestly live together, that’s why I came to check the room.”

Leon sighed, “Looks like it’s not good for a daughter to be too smart…”

Moune is okay, innocent, cute, clueless and dopey, she believes whatever mom and dad say – simply put, she’s good at fooling around;

But Noa was already resourceful, and as she grew older and more experienced, it became harder and harder to deal with her on the surface like before.

“Get into bed.” After a brief brainstorming session, Loseweather lowered her voice.

This time there was no denying Leon, “Good.”

The couple got off the couch, one of them lifting a corner of the comforter and wrapping it around his body, and the dog ran furtively to Los Vespers’ king-size bed.

But before they could lie down, the two realized a more serious problem.

They looked at each other and said at the same time, “Pajamas!”

After dinner it had been promised to Moune that they were to wear couples’ pajamas when they lived together.

But that was just scratching the surface; neither of them had any intention of actually wearing such shameful couple’s pajamas with their arch-enemy.

Yet who expected the room check?

It would be bad to give your precious daughters the impression that you are not as good as your word.

Leon hurriedly looked around and, thankfully, hadn’t stowed the couple’s pajamas in the closet earlier.

He hurriedly took it over, then tossed the pink one to Loseweather, while he himself propped open his pajamas and deftly burrowed into them like a kangaroo.

The pajamas are a one-piece, with a zipper that runs from the chest right down to the small of the back, so you just have to get in there and it’s considered worn.

The footsteps of the two sisters were getting closer and closer, and in her haste, Lois Visser had no choice but to slip right into the couple’s pajamas, not even taking off the light nightgown she was wearing.

Once they were all dressed, the couple made a carp and got under the covers of the bed.

To make it look more like “the first day of cohabitation for loving parents,” they slept facing each other.

Leon’s hand wrapped around Los Vesper’s slender waist, while Los Vesper gently rested her jade hand on Leon’s shoulder.

“Why is your arm around my waist so skillful?” Loseweather whispered.

“Practice makes perfect, wife.”

“Shut up!”

The couple hurriedly closed their eyes and began to pretend to be asleep.

The two little ones also pushed the bedroom door open a crack at that moment.

The first thing to poke in was Noah’s little head, which she looked around briefly, followed by a dorky hair sprouting from under Noah’s chin, and then Mourne’s little face.

The sisters watched the bedroom together.

“Balcony, no one.”

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