The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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She was just a naive little maid, who clearly knew nothing.

It's all because of this bastard that I've slowly become a little bit more knowledgeable about everything...

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

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

“Fiona, I don’t think you’re sitting like this perfectly. How about this, you take a book, turn around, and lie down on the sofa to read.”

"You bastard master, a maid would never agree to such a thing. What are you reading so late at night...?"

Upon hearing this, Fiona turned her fair face away, refusing to look at the man in front of her.

Ron is a big jerk; how can anyone let someone read at night?

I would never agree to that.

I absolutely will not agree to that bastard's offer...

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

Ron licked his lips and looked over with a mischievous grin;

"If I were in charge, it would be much more complicated than that."

Faced with the man's relentless pursuit and threats, Fiona could only pout, take a book from the bookshelf, and lie down on the sofa to read it.

"My master is a shameless bastard... I hate masters like that the most!"

Fiona turned her head slightly, looking at the man behind her with an expression of utter contempt for him.

A pair of beautiful eyes held a hint of shyness, and perhaps a touch of anticipation as well...

That bastard Ron, why does he always arrange things like this...?

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

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

It must be said that on such a night, at such a moment, it was truly remarkable.

It's wonderful to be able to enjoy fine wine while admiring your maid's graceful posture as she reads.

At this moment, Fiona was wearing thick black pantyhose, which made her delicate and fair figure even more perfect and attractive.

Especially her slightly drooping slender waist, graceful lines, and long legs tightly wrapped in black pantyhose—just looking at her is enough to make one willingly lose oneself in her beauty.

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

"The master who always stares at the maid like that is such a lewd bastard..."

Seeing the man staring at her with such burning intensity, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly. She bit her pink lips, refusing to look at the man behind her...

Ron, that bastard.

Who stares like that for so long?

Even any girl can be shy, okay?

Does he even understand?

And this guy...

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Time flies by, though it doesn't fly by that fast, of course.

It flows slowly, like a gentle stream.

Under the moonlight, in the dense forest, a dragon girl in a red dress, having finished her cultivation, walked towards the castle with her long, slender, fair legs.

She was too exhausted to do anything else and just wanted to get some rest and take a nice hot shower back in her room.

But when she entered the castle and walked to the corridor on the second floor, she sensed something different in one of the rooms.

She could sense everything in the room, every single thing, down to the smallest detail.

Damn it....

Sensing everything inside, Fria frowned, as if something had angered her.

She stood there for a moment before finally choosing to return to her room, go to the bathroom, take off her red dress, and let the warm water wash over her body.

That shameless man was just as I suspected.

He is the most shameless, most despicable, and most evil man in the world.

You just finished sparring with me, and now you're doing the same thing again...

You don't even need to look at his expression to know how much he enjoyed drinking tonight...

Tomorrow, tomorrow I will make him understand that as my tool, he will not be allowed to have the energy to do anything else.

Everything he has belongs to Benlong....

Thinking of this, Phyllis's tail swayed back and forth, as if she were anticipating something...

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Inside the castle, in a room, Ron was still savoring the flavor of white wine.

Perhaps he was enjoying the drink, because he actually put down his glass, went to the table next to the wine barrel, and started drinking directly from the barrel.

The white wine was stored in a brown wooden barrel, which Ron immediately picked up and began to drink.

"Hahaha, that's great! Drinking is only fun when you're holding a barrel of liquor."

Ron seemed to have awakened a bold and unrestrained nature, transforming into a chivalrous knight-errant, and began to drink heartily from the barrel of wine.

"Drinking fine wine and admiring beautiful women, what a wonderful life!"

Ron sipped his drink while watching Fiona recline on the sofa and read a book.

It must be said that Fiona, wearing thick black bodysuit tights, still looks very beautiful at this moment.

Her delicate body swayed gently in the candlelight of the night, her graceful figure resembling a masterpiece of art.

It was as dazzling as a black gemstone, so captivating that one couldn't look away.

"Master, the kind of master who always stares at the maid is the most disgusting. Maids hate masters like that the most..."

Upon hearing the man's words, Fiona's delicate body trembled violently, her beautiful eyes already brimming with tears. She bit her pink lips, not daring to meet the man behind her's gaze.

"You damn Ron, you can't drink anymore, or you'll drink the whole barrel of liquor."

Ron is a shameless bastard.

Who stares at themselves like that?

Moreover, it's one thing to drink a glass or two of wine, but now he's actually drinking the wine he painstakingly brewed.

At this rate, that whole barrel of liquor will be drunk up by that bastard Ron.

But why can he drink so much? Won't his health suffer from drinking so much alcohol?

Won't you get drunk...?

"What a stingy maid! But don't worry, I won't drink your wine for free. Actually, I've already prepared dinner for you."

As he spoke, Ron put down the barrel of liquor, opened the drawer next to him, and took out a large portion of fragrant dinner meat.

Although it had been sitting for a while and was a bit cold, it didn't look very appealing.

But for some reason, Fiona couldn't help but swallow when she saw that dinner.

She could swear that she initially hated what this man made because it tasted awful.

Later, whether it was because Ron's cooking skills improved or Fiona gradually got used to it, she actually started to like what he made.

"No, no, I wouldn't want to eat anything Master makes. Besides, I'm on a diet, and eating a midnight snack this late will make me fat~"

Although Fiona was already drooling with envy and her beautiful eyes kept glancing over, she still pretended to be disgusted and refused the late-night snack.

Tsk~

How could I possibly like eating anything my master makes?

I would never like it.

So I refuse, I refuse...

"You're already overweight? You're practically perfect. Maybe you'd be even more perfect if you gained a few pounds."

As he spoke, Ron gently pinched the maid's slender waist, then moved the books off the sofa and placed a large portion of dinner meat in front of Fiona.

"I'll put dinner in front of you and see how long you can hold out."

Ron is really wicked. To be honest, who delivers midnight snacks to someone in the middle of the night?

Even a normal person wouldn't be able to resist.

There's no reason not to eat it.

"Tch, what does the master take the maid for? If a maid doesn't like or hates something, she absolutely won't eat it. I guarantee I won't touch it."