Chapter 0302-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Sighing, “Roseweather, is it hard to stay a little childlike?”

“Hmph, even if you don’t want to tell me a story properly, you’re still saying that I don’t have a child’s heart.”

Is that because I don’t speak well to you? That’s because you don’t listen well!

Telling a story to Lois Visser, someone who had come with the intention of torturing him in the first place, was simply asking for trouble.

Just as she was lamenting, the bed squirmed, and Los Vespers puttered around, turning her back to Leon.

Phew~ Leon breathed a secret sigh of relief, it looked like this should be the end of the night.

Monthly fee group 6 nine four 936 a 35 The bedroom was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Leon rolled over as well, adjusting to a more comfortable sleeping position before slowly closing his eyes.

Sleepiness creeping up on him, Leon yawned.

I don’t know how long it had been, but Leon had fallen into a state of half-sleep, and had even seen in his dreams the donkey at his master’s house–the

But just then, the voice of that mother dragon suddenly came from behind her once again, the

“I want an apple.”

Leon grunted vaguely, trying to pretend he hadn’t heard.

Then the next second, a jade foot was on his waist and the word was, “I want an apple.”

Soft feet clung to his waist, flexible toes flipping back and forth mischievously, tossing Leon sleepy.

He sighed heavily-he’d simply sighed more tonight than he had in the past week-and slowly turned around, reached out, cupped Loseweather’s face, and gently turned her head toward the wall clock, the

“Tell me, Melkweed, what time is it?”

“Three twenty in the morning.” Loseweather’s mouth was pinched into an ‘o’ shape, but answered honestly.

“So, what kind of apple are you eating at 3:20 a.m.?” Leon crumbled.

He could see why Roseweather had said to him during the day, “Don’t get laid if you can help it.”

It turned out that the statement was not a threat to him, but an exhortation.

Now, well, it’s been tossed around again and I haven’t gotten any sleep until 3am.

“Aren’t you going to give me an apple? Then I’m going to make a scene.” Now that’s a threat.

Pinch of Mamma Drip, what does marriage really do to a man!

Leon couldn’t do anything with her, so he lifted the covers and got up out of bed.

He found an apple and a fruit knife, went back to the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and peeled it carefully.

The rind came off in one whole, thin layer and did not break off midway.

Loseweather raised an eyebrow, “Good swordplay.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I used to give donkeys-“

“Shut up.” Lois Visser gave him a blank look, took the apple from him, and took a bite.

Very sweet and crunchy, yummy.

She sat leaning back on the bed, holding the apple in both hands, taking small bites and looking thoughtful.