The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

"It's different, it's definitely different, completely different, okay? Even if the maid can wake up the master, the master can't wake himself up~~"

Regardless of whether Fiona is right or not, there is no way she will lose in terms of momentum.

She had that expression as if she was looking at a scumbag, looking at the man in front of her with disdain.

This shameless bastard actually dared to do this to himself~~~

Although she said this, she didn't seem to mind being woken up.

On the contrary, I am quite happy inside.

Because he also wanted to spend more time with the man in front of him, the master he longed for...

This is also her purpose of coming here...

Chapter 204: The maid is so beautiful! Unique beauty!

"Fiona, aren't you being too hypocritical?"

Hearing what the maid said, Ron licked his lips and said with a smirk on his face:

"How can it be that you can wake me up but I can't wake you up? Besides, if I wake you up, it doesn't seem like you'll suffer any loss, right?"

I have to say, Fiona, who just woke up from the sofa, is still very beautiful.

Her fair cheeks flushed with red, and her beautiful eyes were already filled with ripples, as if water could drip out at any time.

The delicate body is wrapped in thick black pantyhose, which makes the original flesh color look even more attractive.

Especially Fiona has a great figure, and when paired with thick black, it's a sure kill.

The graceful lines and perfect curves make people want to indulge in them just by looking at them.

Ron could swear that there were absolutely few gentlemen in the world who had ever seen such a perfect, work of art-like scenery.

It is a blessing in life to be able to see it once.

"Waking me up is not bad at all. The bastard master drank the white wine made by the maid."

Fiona looked at the man in front of her, secretly drinking the white wine she brewed, and immediately pouted her lips, revealing an expression that looked like he was a scumbag;

"Asshole master, you are drinking secretly. You are drinking the wine brewed by the maid while she is asleep."

In fact, she has been learning how to brew wine during this period.

I have a particular interest in the brewing of white wine, so I brew and study it almost every day.

The white wine produced now has a clear and bright color. Just by opening the bottle, you can smell a faint aroma of wine.

As soon as you take a sip, the aroma of wine fills the air and your mouth starts to salivate.

The wine you brew yourself is not for the host to drink.

I won't give it to Ron, a bastard~

"I'm sorry, Fiona. Who asked you to make such a delicious wine? Actually, I wanted to go to bed at first, but my mouth was dry. I saw the wine you made. You can imagine how many gentlemen in the world can resist the temptation of good wine."

As he spoke, Ron licked his tongue, picked up the wine glass, put it close to the rim, and took another sip;

"Well, after taking a sip, the aroma of the wine overflows, and it seems as if there is a girl dancing on the tip of the tongue, a girl wearing thick black pantyhose, dancing in the mouth, with graceful dance moves and charming postures, and a charming fragrance all over the body, making people willing to indulge in it."

He spoke from his heart.

The wine brewed by others does not have this feeling, but for some reason, Fiona had never brewed wine before, but now, after just a few days of learning, the wine she brewed is so beautiful.

This is what is called a gifted talent, an innate wine-making physique.

"Master is really disgusting. Even if the wine brewed by the maid tastes good, it is definitely not as good as you said..."

Hearing the man's words, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, her cheeks felt slightly hot, and her heart was filled with an emotion that was difficult to conceal.

But she still pretended to be disgusted and glared at the man in front of her;

"Ron, you bastard, how can anyone describe wine like that? What's the point of having a beauty dancing on your tongue? I am just imagining some weird things..."

Ron is a big asshole.

It’s okay to steal the wine you brew yourself.

He drank it in front of me, and after drinking it he used strange words to describe the taste of the wine.

What is a beauty wearing thick black pantyhose...

This, isn't this what I'm wearing now? This bastard must be thinking of something weird...

Gumbling—

Although Fiona said this, she couldn't help swallowing. Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was also expecting something.

Of course it was normal to be expecting that, because that was what she came for.

But I feel a little nervous and shy...

Girls' minds are sometimes like this, especially Fiona's.

She always talks in a naughty way, but when something really happens, she becomes very nervous and shy.

Even though I have faced it many times, I still feel shy and unbearable...

"Don't you know what I'm thinking?"

While tasting the wine, Ron looked at the girl in front of him, who was wearing thick black pantyhose, with a smug look on his face.

This kind of Fiona is really never boring to look at, and I can't bear to look away every time I see her.

Ordinary people would probably die without regrets just by seeing Fiona like this.

Ron can not only watch, but also appreciate her beautiful figure while tasting fine wine.

"I don't know, the bastard master always has all kinds of weird ideas, the bastard master is just a bastard who likes to be a bitch~"

Fiona folded her arms across her chest and looked at the man in front of her with an expression that showed him to be a scumbag and a pervert.

How could I possibly know what Ron was thinking?

He has so many strange ideas.

I'm just a young maid who knows nothing.

It's all because of this bastard that I gradually understand everything...

"If you don't know, then I'll tell you."

Ron licked his lips, put down his wine glass, sat down on the sofa, and said with a smile:

"Fiona, I think the way you sit is still not perfect. How about this, take a book, turn over and lie on the sofa to read."

"Asshole master, the maid will never agree to such a thing. Why are you reading books so late at night..."

Hearing this, Fiona turned her fair face away and didn't look at the man in front of her.

Ron is a big bastard. How can he let people read at night?

I won’t agree to that.

I will never agree to this bastard...

"If you don't agree, do you want me to force it?"

Ron licked his tongue and looked over with a smirk on his face;

"If I were to do it, it wouldn't be that simple."

Facing the man's relentless pressure and threats, Fiona could only pout, take out a book from the bookshelf beside her, and then lie on the sofa to read;

"The master is a shameless bastard... I hate masters like this the most~"

Fiona turned her head slightly and looked at the man behind her with an expression that showed him as if he were a scumbag.

A pair of beautiful eyes hides shyness, and also seems to hide a hint of expectation...

Asshole Ron, how can you always arrange yourself like this...

"That's right, I like your disgusted expression."

As he spoke, Ron licked his tongue, picked up the wine glass on the table, and savored the pure white wine.

I have to say, on a night like this, at a moment like this.

It's great to be able to enjoy fine wine while admiring the graceful posture of your maid reading a book.

At this moment, Fiona is wearing thick black tights, which makes her delicate and fair figure look more perfect and more attractive.

Especially the slightly sunken slender waist, the graceful lines, and the long legs tightly wrapped in black tights, just looking at them makes people willing to indulge in them.

Even if I can't extricate myself, even if I get lost in it, I am willing to do it.

"A master who always looks at his maid like this is a mean bastard..."

Seeing the man staring at her with a burning gaze, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, biting her pink lips tightly, not looking at the man behind her...

Ron, this guy, this bastard.

How can you keep staring like this?

Any girl can be shy, okay?

Does he understand?

And this guy...

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Time flies by, but of course not that fast.

It just flows slowly like a trickle.

Under the moonlight, in the dense forest, the dragon girl in a red dress had just finished her training and was walking towards the castle with her long, white legs.

She no longer had any extra energy and just wanted to have a good rest and take a hot bath in her room.

But when she entered the castle and walked to the corridor on the second floor, she sensed a different place in a room.

She could sense everything in the room, every detail, no matter how big or small.