Chapter 0288-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

In other words, he has to remain a virgin.

“Hss… no wonder Master said back then that young boys are better at practicing kung fu… so it all makes sense.” Leon drifted off.

But I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult to keep a married man with a baby, living with a man who is not only good-looking but also has a sexy body and tries to do something strange with her soft and flexible tail every night, right?

Moreover, if Roseweather knew that handing in homework could deplete Leon’s magic, she would probably increase the frequency of “once every three days” to “three times a day”.

Don’t underestimate the she-dragon, even in this particular situation now, she has a way.

“Ai, in short… in order to be able to steadily regain strength, it’s better to be provoked by that mother dragon for the time being.”

Leon paused, and then suddenly remembered, “But don’t mess with it, the fetal education program should still be carried out. Counting the days, it’s been a few days since I’ve given my second baby a fetal education lesson, so I’ll find a chance to try it tonight.”

With that in mind, Leon changed into his pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.

The light in the study was still on, indicating that Lois Visser was still working.

Leon thought for a moment and wandered over to the study door as if nothing had happened, leaning against the doorframe.

Lossweather heard the commotion and raised her eyes to look at it, then lowered them again and resumed ambling about, “Something’s wrong.”

She was also wearing the pink couple’s pajamas, which she must have changed into at the same time when Leon went to the bathroom.

Her long silver hair was worn in a simple ponytail draped over her shoulders, the bangs in front of her forehead slightly secured with bobby pins, otherwise the thick strands of hair hanging down would have obscured her vision.

When focused on her work, Roseweather always has a kind of magical charm, and the aura she exudes is completely different from her usual cool indifference or dark and poisonous tongue.

It’s the kind of thing that will make you quieten down and seriously appreciate such a sensual beauty.

Of course, the last few days have added a bit of contrast to this intellectual beauty.

Because the pink pajamas the Queen was wearing were just a little cartoonish, creating a bit of a subtle contrast to her genteel demeanor, and making her feel a little less unapproachable.

Leon glanced at the coffee on her desk, supposedly for refreshment.

Looks like Her Majesty is picking her battles tonight.

“So much work to do?” Leon asked.

“It’s certainly never done until it’s done.” Workaholics always think in such a matter-of-fact way.

“So I’ll get you some late night snacks?”

“No, I’m not hungry yet.”

“I was afraid of starving the baby in your belly.” Leon said.

The Queen’s pen tip lurched, her silver eyes twitched slightly, and then she looked up, her fingers clamped on the pen, her palm dragging her chin across the table, smiling . . looking at Leon with a narrow smile.

“Is it really the fear of starving the baby? Or ….