The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Inside the room, on the bed, two dragons lay sideways.

During this time, they slept in one bed, but because the bed was not long enough, Sanlong could only lie sideways.

Perhaps because the weather was unusually hot and humid tonight, O'Ville was still awake late into the night.

"Lucia wants to eat barbecue too~"

At this moment, Lucia, who was sleeping beside her, murmured softly, talking in her sleep;

"It feels so good to have my tail pinched by the lord~"

"Lucia wants more~"

The preceding events were relatively normal; O'Ville often heard the gluttonous Lucia talking in her sleep about all sorts of food.

But the second half of the sentence surprised her quite a bit.

What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night.

In other words, Lucia genuinely feels comfortable having her tail rubbed, which is why she talks like that in her sleep at night.

Is it really that comfortable to have your tail pinched by that man...?

O'Ville seemed curious about this, but that was all she was curious about; she wouldn't ask Ron for help like Lucia did.

However, after hearing Lucia's sleep-talking, O'Ville couldn't sleep even more.

My mind is filled with thoughts of my tail being squeezed.

This makes her feel uncomfortable no matter whether her tail is on the left, on the right, or she's holding it...

Next time he comes to see Lucia, I can take his place.

After all, Lucia isn't an adult yet...

O'Vell felt that as long as the man didn't do anything too outrageous, she could tolerate it...

Chapter 68 The Insomniac Maid! Fiona's Little Secrets!

The night is deep and quiet, the moon is full and the stars are few.

Fiona lay on her side in bed, clutching the blanket, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Whoo~"

She exhaled a puff of hot air, turned around, and stared at the dim ceiling;

"Damn master, it's all his fault, he made me unable to sleep."

The culprit that kept her awake was Ron, who kept appearing in her mind.

That's not the main problem; the key issue is that Fiona is always thinking about helping others.

How could I possibly fall asleep on a night like this, thinking about such things?

Since she couldn't sleep, Fiona simply got out of bed, put on black pantyhose over her fair, long legs, wore a thin skirt, and went out.

Outside, only the cold wind and the chirping of male insects training to attract females could be heard.

As she approached Ron Gate, she bit her pink lips tightly, her heart pounding faster and faster.

She was torn between whether or not to go in.

If we just go in like this, wouldn't it be like a lamb entering a tiger's den, and the master would ask us to do strange things?

And that bastard owner will definitely make fun of me.

After much deliberation, Fiona hesitated at the door for a while before finally deciding to return to her room and endure the lonely night alone...

You can restrain yourself today, but as time goes by, and desires deepen, things could get complicated...

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In the North, the temperature difference between day and night is extreme.

In late summer, daytime temperatures range from 15 to 20 degrees Celsius, while nighttime temperatures drop to only 4 or 5 degrees Celsius.

In a luxurious mansion in Winterhold.

As usual, Joan of Arc practiced her sword until late into the night, then took a relaxing bath and prepared for bed.

However, she didn't go to bed immediately today. Instead, she walked with her shapely, long legs to the dressing mirror.

Looking at her long, flowing emerald green hair, Joan of Arc felt a mix of emotions; the trauma from her childhood was too painful and too deep.

However, the thought of the man who had kept a lock of her hair brought a slight smile to Joan of Arc's lips.

It seems like this bothers them a lot...

Ron's appearance was at a very subtle time.

In her despair and anguish, Joan of Arc did something that seemed ordinary.

But for Joan of Arc, who was in darkness, this event was undoubtedly a ray of light shining into her life.

That's why it left such a deep impression on her; perhaps she will remember that man for years to come...

Joan of Arc had a habit of sleeping with her sword in her arms; only in this way could she feel safe.

She hugged the sword even tighter today, because it was a gift from Mr. Ron...

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The night is long, so long that for those who suffer from insomnia, every second feels like a year.

The night was also very short, so short that when I opened my eyes it was already the next day, as if only a moment had passed.

The rising morning light, just as it had been driven from the horizon yesterday evening, dispelled the darkness.

As dawn breaks, the poor people get up and begin their hustle and bustle for a living.

The wealthy are still lost in their dreams.

Fiona, a maid, woke up at dawn.

Today, she was still sleepy-eyed, clutching her blanket, unwilling to leave.

"It's all Master's fault, making the maid unable to sleep again~"

She opened her pink lips and sweetly pursed her lips, then turned to the blanket she had been hugging all night and gave it a coquettish look.

It was as if she regarded the blanket as her beloved owner.

"Hmm~"

However, Fiona didn't linger in the warm bed for long. After stretching comfortably, she got out of bed.

Start brushing your teeth and washing your face.

Perhaps to keep her body clean, Fiona has always had the good habit of taking a bath in the morning and evening.

After taking a shower and drying her soft body, she went to the wardrobe to choose clothes.

First, wrap the body in black pantyhose, then put on the maid outfit piece by piece.

After changing her clothes, Fiona went to the full-length mirror, turned around to make sure there were no mistakes, then put on her shoes and left the room.

As soon as the door opened, sunlight shone on Fiona, as if draping her in a light golden veil.

She first went to the kitchen to have the cook prepare breakfast, and then walked briskly to Ron's door.

She originally intended to knock on the door and provide a wake-up call.

But then I wondered if the door was locked.

With this thought in mind, Fiona leaned forward, reached out, and turned the doorknob. The brown wooden door clicked open.

Seeing the door open in response, Fiona revealed a smug smile.

The master of this astringent must have become addicted to that feeling after enjoying the maid's help last time.

So he left the door unlocked every night, hoping the maid would come again.

But how can that kind of thing always satisfy the master? He needs at least a few days of rest...

Thinking of this, Fiona swallowed hard, gently pushed open the door, entered the room, closed the door, and locked it.

She then tiptoed to the edge of the bed, her beautiful, light blue eyes gazing at the man lying sprawled out on the bed.

Damn owner, you're still sleeping at this hour. You must have stayed up too late last night.

The shy master is always looking forward to the maid coming to his door.

Fiona bit her lower lip, smoothed her skirt, gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the edge of the bed, bent over, leaned forward, and lightly ran her fingers across Ron's face.

The owner is good-looking, and even more so when sleeping.

The master's lips...

Gumbling—

Seeing Ron's full lips, Fiona couldn't help but swallow, as if they held an extraordinary attraction.