Chapter 0298-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Father and daughter looked back.

It’s Roseweather.

She stood in the snow with a thickened silver cloak, her figure slender and elegant, her delicate face as pure as the first snow.

153 Don’t go to bed if you can.

“Mom~”

Mourne stood next to a large and small snow globe and waved her little arm at Loseweather.

Loseweather waved back in response, and then, in a whirlwind, she turned her attention to Leon and Noa.

Judging by the destroyed practice figure next to the father and daughter, it must have been teaching some offensive type of magic.

“Don’t hurt yourself when you use magic, Noa.”

Loseweather wasn’t about to interfere with Leon’s teaching of his oldest daughter; he had a knack for teaching small children and didn’t need her to worry about it much at all.

“Okay, Mom.”

After Noa responded, she began to focus on gathering thunder elemental magic into her hands.

Leon looked up at the silver-haired beauty, snowflakes drifting down on her head and shoulders as she stood straight, more beautiful than a finely sculpted porcelain doll.

Loseweather echoed his gaze.

But neither of the couple said anything, just a hasty glance at each other, before Losweather withdrew her eyes and stepped to Mourne’s side.

Dad takes the older ones and mom takes the younger ones, a reasonable division of labor.

“Murn, building a snowman.” Loseweather walked up.

“Mmmmmmm, Murn rolled out the snowman’s body and head, but…but Murn is too short to put them both together.” Murn looked up and cast a look of help to her mom with big beautiful flashing eyes.

Loseweather smiled, “Then mommy’s going to help you, okay?”

“Good~”

Nodding her head, Losweather stepped forward and bent down to pick up the snowman’s head, but it took a slight effort to straighten her back because her nearly four-month pregnant belly was already somewhat visible.

Seeing this, the little dragoness also rushed aside, holding her arms high to help her mother hold the other side of the snowball, while standing on tiptoe, and even her tail seemed to be following the force.

Eventually, with the cooperation of mother and daughter, the snowman’s head was perfectly stacked on top of its body.

“Mommy’s awesome!” Moune ran over and shook Loseweather’s wrist.

Losweather rubbed her head, “Mourne was great too. That snowman’s face is bare right now, let’s make its eyes and mouth and all that again.”

“Yes!”

Roseweather has been through more than two hundred