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

If you really wanted to conquer her, you’d at least have to have a hormonal face like Leon’s, right?

Oh sure, that doesn’t mean Leon has conquered her.

Are you kidding? If you want to conquer her, this kid can go practice for another 200 years.

But that didn’t stop Loseweather from secretly admiring her captive’s face.

This queen admits it. This queen is the superficial face reader!

Besides, he just [happened] to grow on my king’s xp – note my king’s wording, happened ~coincidentally~.

What’s wrong with looking? Looking doesn’t mean anything.

Slowly, Losweather reached out, her arm wrapping around the top of her youngest daughter’s head, her warm, soft palm pressing gently into Leon’s hair.

The fingertips slowly traveled downward, tracing his forehead, earlobes, tip of his nose, middle of his face, lips, and chin.

“I wish I could press a tail on you.” Loseweather shattered in a ghostly voice.

“I wish I could cut your tail off.”

Her green fingers froze slightly, and Losweather retracted her hand at light speed after a second of panic.

“You… you’re not asleep?”

“I woke up when you peeked at me.”

“Who peeked at you? Have some face, I was looking at my daughter.”

“I ~that~ is ~seeing~ my ~daughter~ yet~,” Leon repeated Roseweather’s words grimly.

Loseweather’s silver teeth clenched, and if her daughter hadn’t been lying between them, she would have had to kick him right now.

You’re still pretending to sleep when you’re awake. You like to sleep so much. You’ll have plenty of time to sleep when you’re done!

Lois Visser ignored him and puttered around.

Sasha–

There was a rustling behind him as well, and Leon sat up, leaning back against the bed with a tired sigh of relief.

He scratched his hair, and after sobering up a bit, lamented that

“That was dangerous in the morning, almost got your sister to see what was going on.”

Loseweather’s pupils moved slightly and she turned to sit up as well.

Both husband and wife leaned back against the bed and began an afternoon gossip.

“My sister’s a smart one yet, but what I didn’t think was that a load of your bullshit actually worked, and she actually believed it.”

“That’s not bullshit on my part, that’s all taken from reality.”

Loseweather raised an eyebrow and looked at him sideways, “Taken from reality?”

“Yeah, every line in the story finds its counterpart in reality.”

Lossweather recalled his nonsense fairy tale of love, and whirled around to ask, “How does the saying that we’ll meet in a special place, and we’ll meet in a special way, correspond?”

“We