Chapter 0393-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Noah poked Murn’s little tummy with his tail, “Indeed, it’s a bit up.”

After thinking about it, Mu En suddenly sat up and said seriously, “Sister, did you say that if kissing on the mouth can make your belly bigger, is it because you’re carrying a little baby in your belly?”

Noa blinks, “What…mean? Is kissing a prerequisite for carrying a baby?”

Moune nodded his little head excitedly, analyzing it with reasoning and

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, you see, mom and dad kissed on the mouth on their last date in Sky City, and it didn’t take long for mom to get pregnant, so I think I’m right in thinking that all it takes is kissing on the mouth to get pregnant!”

This touches on the intellectual blind spot of the King of the Rolls.

The ‘having a baby’ aspect is not included in her roll.

“You can get pregnant just by kissing on the mouth ……” Noa mused, rubbing her chin, thinking that her sister had a few points.

“Sister, Moune still wants …… to have a sister!”

The little dragon lady excitedly came up to her sister, flashing her pretty eyes, even her dorky hair was in a pleading pose, “Let’s find a way to make mommy and daddy kiss more often, okay?”

One more sister?…

Wouldn’t mom and dad be less likely to let the family fall apart if they had one more family member?

Noa hesitated, then nodded and

“Okay, we’ll just let Mommy and Daddy kiss more!”

“Good! Kissing Battle, activate!”

10 Poor ( ) ( ) was played for a fool

The following morning, Leon slept in until after nine.

He’d woken up once in the morning, and Lois Visser had ordered breakfast for him at the hotel front desk.

But he’d been a bit bedraggled for the last few days since he’d returned from the Empire, thinking he’d take a nap before getting up to eat.

Losweather didn’t force him to get up, either, and left her breakfast by the bedside.

It seems that Noa was called away by Noa, saying that she wanted her mom to teach her how to swim.

Leon didn’t hear much of it, and dizzily fell back to sleep.

Leon was awakened by a knock on the door just after nine o’clock.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, lifted the covers and dressed, got up and out of bed, and went to open the door.

At the door was Moune.

“What’s wrong Mu–“

“Papa papa papa fast fast fast!” The little dragoness anxiously stepped in place, and her tail behind her wagged haphazardly, as if she was in a hurry with her.

Leon’s expression suddenly became grave, hurriedly squatting down to put his arm around his daughter’s shoulders, soothingly saying, “Don’t be anxious Moune, speak slowly, what’s wrong?”

“Mom, Mom she–“

As soon as he heard Los Vespers, Leon’s frown deepened, having just reassured Mourne to take it easy, but completely unaware that his own tone was starting to quicken as well, the

“What’s wrong with Mom?”