Chapter 0300-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

“Your Majesty.” A familiar voice rang out coldly behind him.

“……,” said Loseweather, sweating.

“Fire magic, building a snowman, and having a snowball fight …… Look at these three things, which one is something a pregnant woman can do?” The head maid’s tone was full of helplessness.

At this point, Loseweather had her back to Anna and her face to Leon.

She glared at the hateful dragonslayer in front of her and gritted her teeth, “How dare you set me up!”

“I’m just asking you ah, I didn’t report you, it’s none of my business ow.” Leon rushed to cut with Loseweather.

“You! …”

“Your Majesty, be obedient and come back with me, it would be a dereliction of duty on my part if you fell.” Anna said.

She has served His Majesty for decades and knows that His Majesty eats softness but not hardness, so she can’t come on strong.

Losweather gave Leon another hard glare, and judging by the emotions that filled those dragon pupils, she was afraid that if Anna and Mourne weren’t here, she’d be all set to press Leon right into the snow.

Leon, on the other hand, looked innocent.

Please, I really didn’t report it!

“Kasmode, good for you, don’t get laid tonight if you can!”

154 What Marriage Really Brings to Men

Late in the evening, Leon took a shower to unload the day’s fatigue.

By the time he wiped his wet hair and stepped out of the shower, Lois Visser was already under the covers.

During the day at the practice field, the she-dragon was caught by her own maid and then locked up in the sanctuary for the entire day.

She threatened at the time that Leon wouldn’t get laid if he could.

Ha, it’s not like dude is intimidated.

I didn’t report you, I didn’t make you mad, so why don’t you let me get laid.

Leon dried his hair and went around to the other side of the king-sized bed, lifting the covers and laying down as he always did.

Losweather didn’t react much, lying there obediently, her arms stretched out under the covers, her hands resting on the small of her back, her beautiful eyes staring up at the ceiling as if she were emptying herself.

Leon glanced over and turned his hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

“Good night.” He said.

“I’m not sleepy.” Loseweather returned.

“Okay, I’ll take a step back to bed then.”

“No sleeping.”

Leon looked sideways, “On what grounds?”

“How did you, a captive, sleep when a pregnant queen didn’t?” Loseweather had a point.

Leon sighed helplessly, “So how do you want to