Chapter 0329-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

With a sideways glance, Loseweather was sitting at her dresser, her back straight and her silver strands hanging down.

A shaft of early morning sunlight spilled over her side, casting her shadow . . on the wooden floor.

The dust in the light looked like mischievous sprites, haunting Los Vespers.

She applied her makeup unhurriedly, her jade fingers long and nimble, all kinds of small brushes and pads skillfully held in her hands.

Leon is a typical “impatient” straight man.

He hadn’t really enjoyed shopping with his master’s wife in the past, picking his way through a sea of cosmetics with her.

He thinks it’s such a waste of time to do these things.

But the funny thing is, he was never too annoyed when Lois Visser was putting on her makeup.

This woman seemed to have a special charm when she was wearing makeup, so subdued and elegant.

Every move she makes seems so casual, yet she rhymes so well that it’s easy to get hooked after watching her for a long time.

It was as if even if the next second was the end of the world, it had to wait until she, the Silver Dragon Queen, had put on her makeup.

Or maybe she was quiet and enjoying herself while getting her makeup done.

That’s a state of affairs you don’t see much of in her.

More often than not, she was always busy, working herself into a state of physical and mental exhaustion.

With her makeup applied and a final brush through her hair, Los Vesper’s morning preparations were complete.

She slowly stood up and turned to look at the large bed, “Oh, wake up.”

Leon huffed and silently averted his eyes from her, not bothering her.

Loseweather raised an eyebrow and thought, “Is this an explosion of mind after my little play last night?

What’s so explosive about it?

Your past, your present, and your future will be mine to play with.

Let’s just say, get used to it.

Slowly, Los Vesper walked to the other side of the large bed, allowing herself to be in Leon’s line of sight.

For once, Leon didn’t turn his head away.

Because he knew that if he purposely avoided her any longer, she might have to crawl right into bed.

Instead of that, it’s better to accept the status quo.

Leon scrutinized Losweather.

The long silver hair was worn in a braid that rested casually on her chest.

She was wearing a dark colored halter dress, slightly tight in style, that outlined Los Vesper’s shapely figure.

The thin straps hung over her shoulders, and because her figure was so voluptuous, it caused her breasts to well up in two white patches of snow.

The silver dragon motif stretched across her chest, edging deep into her chest