The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Alright, I know you're tough, but I'm telling you, don't bring weapons into the restaurant. That's basic dining etiquette."

When Ron reached the restaurant entrance, he shrugged.

"Then take your mouth off first."

Fria has always been sharp-tongued; she just never wanted to argue with men before.

I don't know why, but now I seem to be enjoying it a bit.

"Um...okay, do as you please."

Ron was momentarily speechless, feeling a sense of déjà vu as if the little dragon in front of him had been possessed by Fiona. It turned out that Fiona's mouth was also so powerful.

"Yay! Finally, I can eat some delicious grilled meat!"

Lucia didn't quite understand the argument from before, so she ignored it and focused only on eating.

For some reason, O'Ville's lips curled up slightly when she saw Philia and Ron bickering.

She felt that their relationship had improved considerably.

At least it's not like before, where a disagreement would lead to a fight.

"Damn master, he actually flirted with Yalongniang first thing in the morning."

When Fiona saw the man come in, she couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

"No, you can understand dragon language?"

Ron looked at his maid with a puzzled expression.

"If the maid doesn't understand dragon language, how could she not understand her master?"

Fiona crossed her arms over her chest, showing a disgusted expression;

"How could a master who's already aroused by the maids this morning possibly let go of the dragon girls who've changed into their new clothes? I bet he's not only going to tease them with words, but also with his mouth in other ways, right?"

Chapter 73 The maid takes the initiative to rub her feet! Ron helplessly enjoys it!

Ron was speechless for a moment.

The maid actually guessed right, but that's not surprising, since she always says things like that.

"Alright, let's have breakfast."

Ron didn't want to dwell on the matter any longer, so he placed the brown wooden suitcase aside and sat down in the main seat.

"Master seems guilty. It looks like the maid guessed right again."

Fiona wore a smug expression, but she felt inexplicably uneasy inside.

Damn owner, he really bought them just for sex.

Separated by distance, the maid needs to properly correct her master's peculiar habits...

Fiona began to ponder how to reduce Ron's interest in the dragon girl...

"Little dragons, you can start your breakfast now."

Ron ignored Fiona and turned his attention to the dragon girls.

"Yay! We can eat barbecue now!"

Lucia had been waiting impatiently, and when the man said we could begin, she grabbed a leg of lamb and started eating it in large bites.

"It tastes so good!"

Lucia's love for barbecue has never diminished; she could eat it every day without getting tired of it.

Just like the eyes of gentlemen, they can never get enough of appreciating beautiful things.

"By the way, where's Lilith?"

Ron felt a void on his right side; it turned out the witch hadn't come to eat.

“I went to call her, and she said she was at a crucial moment in the early stages of research on frost-resistant wheat and didn’t have time to eat breakfast.”

Fiona was not surprised by Lilith's answer, after all, this witch was so engrossed in researching the secret medicine that she forgot to eat and sleep.

Although the secret medicine they developed was outlandish, their determination was truly commendable.

"As expected, but we'll have to make sure she comes out for lunch."

Ron was worried that Lilith would starve if she didn't eat for a few meals, but if she didn't want to eat for several days, she would ruin her health.

He didn't want anything to happen to such a useful witch.

"I understand. Master wants to feed Miss Lilith himself at noon, right?"

Fiona licked her lips, revealing an expression that seemed to see right through the man.

That damn owner must have wanted to do this for a long time.

“Fiona, if food can’t shut you up, I think I’ll try something more powerful.”

Ron was speechless. His maid was good in every way, except for her mouth, which was just too annoying.

But then again, it seems like breastfeeding does provide more nutrition...

"You bastard master, just shut up, or I won't let you do weird things to me."

Fiona used to be fearless, but after witnessing Ron's power, she began to doubt whether she could withstand it.

So after hearing what the other person said, she didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, otherwise her mouth might really get a serious beating...

But then she thought, if Ron's desires aren't met, he'll go looking for someone else.

Dragon Girl or Lilith, this is not what Fiona wants to see.

Therefore, as long as they help their master, they won't do anything inappropriate to other women...

Thinking about this, Fiona had a bold idea. She took a deep breath, put her feet together, and rubbed off her shoes, revealing her feet wrapped in black pantyhose.

Perhaps it was what she was about to do that made her feel ashamed, and her pink toes, hidden inside, twitched restlessly.

Gumbling—

Fiona couldn't help but swallow, then slowly moved her foot closer to the man, until it finally touched his calf.

Massage gently.

Ron: "???"

He turned his head in confusion and saw his maid looking at him with a charming expression.

"Don't stare at me like that, you bastard master. The maid is just helping you satisfy your pent-up desires."

Fiona slightly raised her chin, looking at Ron beside her with an expression of looking at scum;

"Of course, this is just a helpless move by the maid. After all, taking good care of the master is the duty of a maid. It's better than letting the master go horny everywhere."

That bastard Ron, what kind of look is that?

Did they think they did this because they had a need for it?

How can it be!

A maid has no desire for her master; she is only helping her master relieve his worries and troubles.

"When have I ever had a desire that I couldn't satisfy? I think it's you, the maid, who's defying the heavens and seducing your master."

Ron's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. To be honest, the feeling of feet encased in black bodysuits rubbing against calves was quite amusing...

"Does your lewd master really need a maid to seduce him?"

Fiona bit her pink lips tightly, her delicate pink toes, wrapped in a blanket, gently rubbing against the other person's calf, her expression alluring.

This peculiar sensation caused her delicate body to tremble slightly, and her heart to pound wildly.

"this...."

Ron was stunned; he never expected the maid to be so romantic under the dining table so early in the morning.

"See, even the master himself is hesitant. So the master doesn't need to seduce at all; he's already wanted to do something lewd with the maid."

Fiona's breathing became more and more rapid. Her intense emotions caused her upper legs to involuntarily come together, her knees bumping against each other and rubbing gently.

She didn't expect that just this would gradually make her seem a little strange...

But Fiona didn't stop; she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Since that's how you see me, then I'll do as you say."

Ron stopped pretending, put down his knife, reached under the table, and grabbed the maid's small feet, which were covered by black bodysuit stockings.

It felt as smooth as silk to the touch; you could feel it even through the pantyhose. My maid's feet trembled slightly.

Perhaps because they were shy about being held, their toes twitched restlessly inside.

"You bastard master, let go of the maid's feet right now~"

Fiona panicked, her voice trembled, her cheeks flushed red, and her beautiful eyes were misty with tears, her expression charming.

That bastard master must have wanted to do weird things to the maid's feet for a long time.

We absolutely cannot let our master succeed!