The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

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

It’s late at night, the moon is full and the stars are sparse.

Fiona lay on her side on the bed, holding the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Whoo~"

She exhaled hot air, turned around, and looked at the dim ceiling;

"Asshole master, it's all his fault. He kept me awake."

The culprit that caused her to be unable to sleep was Ron who kept appearing in her mind.

But this is actually nothing, the key is that Fiona always thinks about helping.

How could I sleep on a night like this, thinking about things like this?

Since she couldn't sleep, Fiona simply got out of bed, put on black tights on her long white legs, put on a thin skirt on the outside, and went out.

Outside the house, there was only the cold wind and the chirping of male insects being trained to attract female insects.

When she arrived at Ron's door, she bit her pink lips tightly and her heart beat faster and faster.

She was struggling over whether to go in or not.

If I go in like this, I will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, and my master will ask me to do strange things.

And the bastard master will definitely make fun of himself.

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

I can hold back today, but as time goes by, my desire becomes stronger, and it’s hard to say…

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In the north, the temperature difference between day and night is huge.

In late summer, the daytime temperature is around 15 to 20 degrees, while the night temperature is only 4 or 5 degrees.

In Winter City, in a luxurious mansion.

As usual, Joan of Arc practiced swordplay until late at night, took a comfortable bath, and prepared to go to bed.

However, today she did not go to bed immediately, but walked to the dressing mirror with her round and slender legs.

Looking at her long green hair, Joan of Arc felt mixed emotions. The trauma left by her childhood was too painful and too deep.

However, when she thought of the man who collected a lock of her hair, the corners of Joan of Arc's mouth rose slightly.

Seems to be very concerned about this matter...

Ron's timing was delicate.

When Joan of Arc was in despair and pain, she did something that seemed ordinary.

But this incident was undoubtedly a ray of light in Joan of Arc's life, which was in darkness.

That's why she was so impressed. Maybe she will remember that man day after day....

Joan of Arc had the habit of sleeping with her sword in her arms. Only in this way could she feel safe.

Today, she held the sword tighter because it was given by Mr. Ron…

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

The night is also very short, so short that when I open my eyes, it is already the next day, but it seems like only a moment has passed.

The rising morning light drove away the darkness just as it had been driven out of the sky yesterday evening.

As the sky gradually brightens, poor people have gotten up and begun to work hard for their lives.

The wealthy are still in deep dreams.

Fiona, a maid, woke up at dawn.

Today, she was sleepy, hugging the quilt, unwilling to leave.

"It's all the master's fault. The maid has lost her sleep again~"

She opened her pink lips and acted coquettishly towards the quilt she had been hugging all night.

It was as if she treated the quilt as her all-consuming owner.

"Hmm~"

However, Fiona did not linger in the warm bed for long. After stretching comfortably, she turned over and got out of bed.

Start brushing your teeth and washing your face.

Perhaps in order 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 my delicate body, I went to the closet to choose clothes.

First wrap the black tights around your body, then put on the maid outfit piece by piece.

After changing her clothes, Fiona came to the dressing mirror, turned around to make sure there was nothing missing, then put on her shoes and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door opened, the sunlight shone on Fiona, as if covering her with a layer of light golden veil.

She first went to the kitchen and asked the chef to prepare breakfast, and then she walked briskly to Ron's door.

She originally wanted to knock on the door and call for a wake-up call.

But then I thought, maybe the door is not locked.

With this thought in mind, Fiona leaned forward, reached out her hand, turned the door handle, and the brown door opened with a "click".

Seeing the door open, Fiona smiled smugly.

The master must have become addicted to the feeling after enjoying the help of the maid last time.

So I leave the door unlocked every night, expecting the maid to come again.

But how can I always satisfy my master with that kind of thing? I need to take a break for a few days at least...

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

Then she tiptoed to the edge of the bed, and looked at the man lying on his back with her beautiful blue eyes.

Asshole master, he is still sleeping at this time. It must be because he waited too late last night.

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

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

The owner is good-looking, and looks even better when sleeping.

The master's lips...

Gumbling—

Seeing Ron's plump lips, Fiona couldn't help swallowing, as if there was an unusual attraction there.

Bastard Master, you used this place to steal my first kiss last time...

Fiona took a deep breath and slid her finger towards Ron's lips little by little.

The moment they touched, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, and her heart seemed to be about to jump out.

These are the lips of the master...

She felt the room getting a little stuffy, her breathing rate quietly quickened, and her mouth became unusually dry, as if she was expecting the arrival of nectar.

"Whoo~"

Fiona opened her mouth wide because her nose could no longer bear the responsibility of breathing and she needed to use her mouth to breathe in oxygen.

Gumbling—

Her breathing became heavier and she leaned forward slightly, as if she could no longer hold back and wanted to get closer.

"Hmm~"

Perhaps it was because his lips felt itchy when they were touched, Ron turned his body to the side in his sleep and reached forward, just in time to hug Fiona's slender waist.

Since it was an unconscious operation while sleeping, the force was not very strong. It just rested on Fiona's waist and then slid down to the upper legs tightly wrapped in black tights.

The moment her waist was touched, Fiona felt like she was electrocuted, her breathing stopped, and her body trembled slightly.

She was so nervous that she thought Ron had woken up, but when she looked again, she found that the man lying on the bed still had his eyes closed.

"Whoo~"

Only after she was sure that Ron was still awake did Fiona dare to breathe deeply.

Bastard master, he doesn't behave himself even when he's asleep.

However, as a maid, it is her duty to take care of her master.

We bought almost all the supplies yesterday, so let the owner have some rest today.

After Fiona found an excuse, she grabbed the man's hand, slowly leaned over, lay on the edge of the pillow, and then gently placed Ron's hand on her body.

At this moment, her face was flushed, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness of the moment.

The master has been very busy during this period, busy with development work.

Now let him enjoy it for a while...

Thinking of this, Fiona hugged Ron's hand tighter...

Chapter 69: Maid’s wake-up service! I like being hugged by my master!

In the room, on the bed.

Ron woke up in a daze, feeling that the air was particularly sweet today, with the scent of lilies slowly flowing into his nostrils.

Something soft was touching my hand.

Ok?