Chapter 0277-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“Ah! ~”

Lossweather gave a sudden low grunt and raised her hand to cover her mouth, bringing the toothbrush down to see that on it was a pale red mark.

The brush is bleeding.

Leon looked over as well, and then grunted in amusement; it looked like he’d won the toothbrushing contest.

He withdrew his gaze and slowly continued brushing his teeth.

Loseweather glared at him grudgingly, beginning their first exchange of the day with

“Is your toothpaste flavored with Dragon Power?”

Leon was stunned, “No, why do you ask?”

“No why are you still brushing so hard?”

“……”

It’s brushing your teeth didn’t compare and you’re trying to get back at your mouth.

Can Leon spoil her then?

He looked over to Losweather and said as he moved over, “Want to know what my toothpaste tastes like? Come on I’ll let you feel it.”

Loseweather hurriedly raised her hand against his chest, “That’s disgusting Kasmod, don’t make me scold you on your first day living together.”

“Why didn’t you say disgusting last night?”

“Shut up.”

“Eh how come you’re the only one allowed to say it and not me?”

“I’m pregnant!” Loseweather perked up.

Well, Leon had already predicted that in the future of cohabitation, Roseweather would be a bully with the words “I’m pregnant”-

While she was no reasonable she-dragon herself, her current status as a pregnant woman only made her more reckless with Leon.

But there wasn’t much Leon could do about it; after all, the night he confirmed that he was pregnant with his second child, he’d already promised Loseweather that he’d put up with her emotional ups and downs and a few tantrums during her pregnancy.

Of course, Leon will fulfill this promise, not all for the sake of Lois Visser, but also for the second baby in her womb.

If Leon’s level of caring was divided into 100 parts, the second-born baby must have accounted for 51 and the mother dragon only 49.

Not even half. How can you say Leon cares about Ms. Melkweed? Right?

Tsk.

No way.

49 high.

48 it.

It’s still the second baby that’s more important.

Well, just 48, no more.

Loseweather shuffled out of the bathroom on her dragon winged slippers.

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