Chapter 0324-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

What’s wrong with you?

“Sis, Leon really is all about this family, he won’t hide anything from me, I know him well.”

Lois Visser also stepped in at the right time, “I understand your concern, but I assure you, Leon is absolutely in love with the family.”

Isha sighed darkly.

“Well, still haven’t figured out exactly how you killed Constantine, but judging by the level of understanding between the two of you as husband and wife, I probably did overthink it.”

Isha looked over at Leon, “Still, at least you’re actually taking your promise seriously.”

Leon smiled, “A man should never go back on his word.”

Roseweather lifted her eyes and looked silently at the fool who was always saying, “Men should do what they want.”

As the strongest dragonslayer, he has some middle-aged and childishness that doesn’t quite match that honor.

But it can’t hurt.

On the contrary, it was precisely because of these minor defects that Roseweather felt that the person she lived with every day was a real person, not a perfect template created by the Creator’s eccentricity.

The Queen slowly closed her eyes and listened to Leon and Isha chatting there about her youngest daughter.

The exhaustion and weakness of childbirth soon swept over her body and mind.

The corners of the silver-haired beauty’s mouth turned up slightly before she fell asleep.

What a, memorable morning.

166 The Great Intelligence

It was mid-afternoon when Los Vespers woke up.

Isha had left, she couldn’t stay long, the clan was vulnerable to some harassment without a dragon king to sit on.

The warm afternoon breeze poured in through the windows, gently floating the muslin curtains.

The distinctive milky smell of a baby came from beside her.

Lois Visser looked sideways, her youngest daughter was lying dutifully on her pillow, quietly asleep.

The two little pink fists were tightly clenched and placed in front of his chest, his fleshy little face was serenely adorable, just looking at it was super healing.

And on the other side of the baby lay Leon.

Losweather’s gaze crossed to the baby and landed on Leon’s face.

His breathing was even, his eyes were slightly closed, and his black frontal hair fell down, half covering his brow.

There seemed to be a shallow new wound on this stalwart, strong face.

Loseweather wasn’t very sensitive to her own beauty or temperament, but for her own aesthetics, that was quite confident.

She had said when she first met Leon three years ago that the scars were the perfect standard for the handsome face.

All the femininity was shed, leaving only a man of androgynous charm.

Deep down, dragons crave conquest, but at some point, Loseweather craves to be conquered as well.

She hated those dragon dukes, or princes, or whatever, and thought they were all tacky little white boys.