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

Couldn’t figure out why eating an apple had to be so serious, but after all these days, Leon knew one thing:

You stay out of the pregnant woman’s business.

“It’s full, you fix the rest.” Losweather handed Leon the half-eaten apple.

Leon dropped his eyes to see that there really was a neat half left.

Oooh, I bet you just ate it so hard to get it to just about half of what’s left.

What’s the point of–

Forget it. You stay out of the pregnant woman’s business.

Leon took the apple and bit into his mouth.

The flesh was sweet, and I don’t know if it was the flavor of the apple itself or the scent of the lips that Loseweather had left on it.

In fact, this wasn’t the first time in a while that Leon had eaten food that Loseweather couldn’t eat.

Pregnant women have strange appetites that come and go quickly.

It’s still weird to throw away a lot of things you can’t eat, so the couple worked it out together.

Leon held the apple in his mouth, freeing his hands and gathering up the peel and the fruit knife.

And Ms. Pregnant had lain back under the covers beautifully after eating and drinking her fill.

Leon glanced at her, and for once, it was time to end the night’s tossing and turning, right?

Unintentionally, he glanced at the nightstand drawer.

The drawer was half-open and appeared to contain a form.

Leon took it out and realized it was a sign-up sheet for a yoga class for pregnant women.

Thoughts went back to two months ago, when he and Loseweather went to Sky City to buy nutritional supplements, he met his sister Isha, and it was still Isha who helped Loseweather enroll in the program.

It says it’s yoga for pregnant women after the third trimester.

But Lois Visser never mentioned it.

Looking at the yoga enrollment form in his hand, Leon’s mind wandered.

“If you don’t sleep at night, you must be too idle during the day. Hmph, Mother Dragon, you’ve tossed me around for so long, we have to be courteous.”

155 It’s okay to raise a baby, but not to grow meat.

The following morning, Loseweather stood on her balcony and looked out into the backyard of the Sanctuary.

The two sisters, Noa and Moune, were there having a snowball fight with the maids, with innocent and happy smiles on their faces.

And the Queen, who was alone in her boudoir, could only stand and watch such a scene in silence.

Hey.

People used to drag her into snowball fights and she didn’t care;

Now she wants to go to a snowball fight herself, but she can’t step through the doors of this sanctuary.

Damn it, it’s all Leon Casmode’s fault.

If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have gotten pregnant; if he hadn’t gotten pregnant, he wouldn’t have gotten pregnant on this beautiful winter day