The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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"Yay! Lucia loves grilled meat the most!"

After being seated at the table, with the man's permission, Lucia picked up a large deer leg and began to gnaw on it.

Fria and the others ate in small bites, unlike Lucia who ate heartily without any regard for her image.

Fiona, the maid, ate elegantly, her small feet, encased in black pantyhose, swaying gently under the table as always.

Perhaps it was because she was very happy tonight, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Dinner ended in this wonderful and pleasant atmosphere.

After enjoying dinner, Ron didn't immediately go to spar with Fria. Instead, he returned to his room and sat on the sofa to rest.

After resting for a while, Ron stretched and left the room.

He still hasn't finished his work today.

Before dinner, I gave Lucia a light massage. Now that dinner is over, it's time to help O'Ville with her troubles.

After all, she had been busy all day and must have been exhausted; she needed to help him relax.

dong dong dong-

Ron arrived at the door and gently knocked.

"Who?"

O'Ville, who was resting on the sofa, looked towards the door.

"I."

Although the voice coming from outside the door was just a single word, O'Ville already recognized who it was.

"My lord, what brings you here so late?"

She asked the question as she walked toward the door.

Even though she already knew why the man had come, she remained very reserved, lowering her head slightly after opening the door, not daring to look into the man's eyes.

Lord, you must be here so late to massage your tail and relax.

It's hard to refuse something like that.

Despite her outward composure, O'Ville's heart was in turmoil. Her tail swayed uncomfortably, as if anticipating something.

"What could possibly be the reason I'm coming to see you this late?"

Ron entered the room with practiced ease, locked the door from the inside, and then looked at the dragon girl in front of him with a smug expression.

It has to be said that O'Ville's figure and looks are top-notch.

Especially after changing into a light and thin nightgown, the dragon exuded an irresistible allure.

"No, I don't know."

O'Ville pursed her pink lips, a surge of intense emotions welling up inside her, but she still dared not reveal the man's purpose in coming here.

If I'm not more reserved and dignified, the lord will definitely think I'm a very casual dragon.

But I'm not casual at all; I only act this way with the lord...

"Is it that you don't know, or are you embarrassed to say?"

Ron put his arm around O'Ville's slender waist, then sat down on the sofa and stared intently at her.

A pair of eyes scanned the other person's body back and forth, as if trying to see through her clothes.

After saying that, he reached out and gently pinched O'Ville's smooth cheek.

Although she was a dark-skinned dragon, her skin was no different from that of Fria and the others, and it felt very comfortable to pinch.

"I really, really don't know~"

Holding the man in her arms, O'Ville's delicate body trembled slightly, her tail swaying back and forth, hoping the man would massage her.

My tail is so disappointing; it's started to become disobedient just because of this.

I'm already frantically looking forward to getting a massage from the lord...

“You’ve had a long day, and you probably didn’t eat much for dinner, so I made you a big late-night snack.”

Ron is like this: when dealing with hardworking and capable subordinates, he will spare no effort to help them solve their problems.

As a lord, this is something you must do to ensure your subordinates are more loyal.

Moreover, Ron loves to cook and enjoys it immensely.

"No, no need, my lord, no, I'm not hungry~"

When O'Ville saw the man carrying out a large portion of late-night snacks, her pupils widened in surprise. She immediately looked away, and the whole dragon seemed to be acting strangely.

The lord's cooking is not good; it's not even as good as roast meat.

Despite saying she wasn't hungry, O'Ville subtly swallowed a mouthful of dragon's saliva, clearly looking forward to the midnight snack.

"It's okay if you're not hungry. I'll just leave the late-night snack here. You can eat it whenever you want."

Ron knew that O'Ville was just being stubborn; she was actually very hungry and would soon be unable to resist finishing the whole plate.

After saying that, he reached out and gently pinched the thick tail of the earth dragon girl beside him.

As soon as Ron touched her, he could clearly feel that O'Ville's scales had softened a bit.

That's a bit of an exaggeration; just sitting next to someone makes their scales start to soften.

This gives us a clue as to what O'Ville is thinking at this moment.

"My lord, my lord~"

As her tail was being pinched, O'Ville's delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Intense emotions filled her mind, making her thoughts gradually become unclear.

I love it when the lord rubs my tail...

“The dragon scales on your body have all softened, Ovelle.”

In just a moment, Ron felt that the scales on the little earth dragon's tail had completely softened.

"Yes, it's only because the lord himself is like this~"

O'Vell bit her pink lips tightly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, as if they could well spill out at any moment.

It feels so good to have the lord massage my tail.

All the fatigue from the day seems to have disappeared.

I'm actually feeling a little hungry.

Gumbling—

O'Vell looked at the late-night snack laid out to the side. At first, she felt that the snack lacked color, aroma and taste and she had no appetite.

But for some reason, I couldn't resist finishing that huge portion of late-night snack.

That was food personally cooked by the lord; how could I not finish it?

It would be such a waste not to eat it all.

Thinking of this, O'Ville loosened her tightly clenched pink lips, picked up the plate, grabbed some food, and put it in her mouth.

Yalongniang is like this; she doesn't know how to use utensils and eats with her hands.

"You just said you weren't hungry, but a little while later you couldn't resist picking it up and eating it?"

Watching O'Ville devour her food with obvious delight, Ron's lips curled into a wide smile, feeling utterly satisfied.

No chef in the world could be unhappy seeing diners smile with happiness and satisfaction as they eat their food.

That's Ron's current situation, which is why he enjoys cooking.

I love seeing the satisfied smiles on the faces of my diners.

"Because it's something the lord made, that's why O'Ville wants to eat it~"

At this moment, O'Ville seemed to have transformed into a dragon. She was no longer shy and reserved, and her former dignified and demure demeanor had vanished, replaced by passion and exuberance.

Her eyes were charming and alluring, and her pink lips were incredibly tempting.

The food made by the lord is so delicious! I really hope I can taste it every day from now on.

"How's the taste? Do you like it?"

"Like it~"

O'Ville licked her lips, raised her head slightly, and responded to the man in front of her with a charming smile.

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Under the moonlight, in the dense forest, beside the stream.

A crimson figure danced under the moonlight.

Her movements were gentle yet powerful, with the dragon wings behind her sometimes unfolding and sometimes thrusting forward.

This is Fria practicing her dragon wing attack.

When you first obtain dragon wings, you can only use them for flying. After training for a while, they can also provide basic defense.