Chapter 0292-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“…… I, I’m afraid to move.”

“What are you afraid of? Hmm? Here in my Silver Dragon Sanctuary-“

Losweather leaned down, a pair of full breasts squeezing gently against Leon’s chest as she reached out and patted his face with her jade hand, “And there’s something you, Prince Leon Kasmode, wouldn’t dare do?”

Leon pursed his dry lips, “Actually… it was a beautiful misunderstanding, do you want to hear me explain?”

Losweather narrowed her eyes and smiled, “Listen, I listen to everything my husband says.”

“Then do as you’re told and help your husband untie this sock first…” said Leon, wiggling his right wrist, which was bound by formalistic black silk.

The man who unties the sock must also tie it.

If he dared to break free without authorization, he would inevitably cause the female dragon, who was already on the verge of losing control, to go straight to red temperature, thus fast-forwarding to the handing-in session.

Leon hadn’t saved much of his magic yet after the last battle in the den, so he couldn’t afford to tribute her again.

But Lossweather pouted her barred lips, shook her head, and uttered the most tortured words in the gentlest of tones:

“No. Oh, husband, this stocking, it’s either going to be tied to your hand or stuffed in your mouth tonight, and if you have to make me untie you, I’ll just have to put it–“

“Thanks, don’t bother, it’s fine tied up.”

Loseweather snorted coldly, “How dare you lie to me, Leon, you’re not afraid of rotting your mouth.”

Leon averted his gaze and muttered, “If it’s going to suck, it’s only going to suck half as much ……”

Losweather frowned, not quite hearing, “What did you say?”

“I say, if I’m going to rot my mouth, it’s only going to rot half of it, and I’m not afraid.”

“Half rotten? What does …… mean?”

She vaguely guessed what Leon was saying.

But after all, this guy had just set himself up, so Losweather wasn’t immediately sure of her suspicions.

Leon glanced at her, then whirled around and immediately averted his eyes again, the

“The things I said to your sister …… are half true and half false la.”

He said the last few words very vaguely, as if he was in a hurry to get it over with.

But Rosweather still heard the word “half-truth”, and her concerns were allayed by Leon’s reaction to this cover-up.

If he was still setting himself up and full of lies even now, there was no way he would be this vague.

The expression on Losvesser’s face eased a bit as she cocked her head slightly, “Half-truths? I don’t understand, explain it to me in detail.”

“What’s there to explain about half-truths? And those words didn’t total a few sentences, you just heard them all.”

That wasn’t wrong, the promise he made to Isha at the time was indeed that simple.

And by half-truth, I mean not really the content of that promise, but Leon’s state of mind at the time.

It’s complicated. It’s awkward. Don’t say it.