I just covet their strength

Chapter 61: Relying on each other until waking up from the dream
award?

Westhead looked at Lesia's smart and expectant eyes, and used his astonishing wisdom to think for a few seconds, and then saw the silver-haired dragon girl's cherry lips.

The curvature is perfect, the color is clear, and it is as beautiful as petals.

It's really exciting.

So Westhead did as he pleased, knelt on one knee on the bed, bowed his head and got close to Lesia's pretty face.

The girl's sweet breath hit her cheeks. Lesia's body temperature was indeed much higher than that of ordinary people. The liquefied mist brought a special fragrance, which was not comparable to any poor perfume, but came from Lesia. A naturally occurring fragrance.

And just when Westhead slowly came closer and was about to kiss the girl, the white-haired dragon lady lowered her head, moved slightly to avoid the kiss, and pushed the man away with her hands.

"Sorry, Weiss."

Damn it, haste makes waste, I won’t become a shrimp-headed man, right?

Westhead's heart skipped a beat, fearing that Lesia would show disdain for him and turn around and list him in the Little Red Book of the Imperial Capital.

Although Westhead has long been a star in the imperial capital’s Little Red Book.

However, he soon discovered that he was worrying too much and that the problem was not with him.

Because the silver-haired dragon girl immediately raised her head, with an almost imperceptible mist in her magnificent eyes, she pursed her lips tightly and said:
"I'm not asking for a reward right now. And I'm not eligible to ask for a kiss."

Westhead was stunned: "What?"

Lesia took Westhead's hand, gently placed it on her chest, and pressed it tightly.

But Westhead didn't think this action was so charming, because he immediately realized what Lesia wanted to express.

Ignoring the irresistible touch, there was no vibration in Leshia's chest.

Not to mention the dragon's heart driven by nuclear energy, even the heartbeat of an ordinary person should not be so weak, it doesn't exist at all!

"What qualifications do I have for a cripple who has been deprived of even his heartbeat to be kissed?"

Lesia's body has long been completely destroyed by the "Way of Withering and Prosperity", and she relies solely on divine power to maintain her body functions.

The silver-haired girl smiled self-deprecatingly: "Weiss, your kiss is indeed a treasure that I want to get, but I am not qualified to get it now."

Westhead looked at Lesia's strong and awe-inspiring pretty face and sighed:

"If I were a legend, I would really like to take out my heart and give it to you right now."

This is not pure love talk. A legendary strong person can really do it. Do you understand the vitality of the legendary rank? Even if the head is cut off and the spine is torn off, the person can still survive if it is reattached within three days.

It's just a heart, just squeeze another one.

Lesia tilted her head: "I want to win Weiss's heart, but it's not this way."

The silver-haired dragon girl's eyes were slightly lowered, covering her beautiful purple and blue eyes. The melancholy and melancholy revealed in her magnificent pupils made Qing Hui's heartache for no reason.

Westhead suddenly realized that since entering the secret realm trial, Lesia rarely spoke actively. Compared to Urda, she carried out her instructions more meticulously.

Leixia really, really wants to win, or rather, wants to change her own destiny.

Of course Westhead knew why Lesia was so eager to change her fate.

Just to be close to him and worthy of him.

This moved Westhead.

So he thought about it and said, "If that's the case, can I hold you?"

"This is my reward. I want to hug you, Leixia."

Lesia thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "I think you still have the right to dream."

Upon hearing this, Westhead immediately approached the bed and leaned down.

Then, he opened his arms and hugged Lesia gently.

This wasn't the first time he hugged Lesia, and he was already very familiar with the movements.

However, the silver-haired dragon girl at this time was completely different from her previous disabled state, and the feelings she brought to Westhead were naturally different.

How should I put it, with a very youthful and energetic body, Westhead couldn't help but sigh that Dragon Girl was different, and she definitely didn't fall behind in terms of development.

Westhead looked at Lesia who buried Zhen's head in his arms and said:
"Is this okay?"

Lesia slowly closed her eyes, got into Westhead's arms, and took a deep sniff of the man's hormonal scent, which was like a mellow wine.

Then he sighed with satisfaction: "Well, that's good. I'm a little sleepy."

She looked like a little girl who wanted to sleep in her lover's arms.

It looked like we were going to hold him like this for the whole night.

Westhead understood, adjusted his posture, and got on the bed to lie on his side.

With the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Westhead carefully contracted his arms and hugged the girl's delicate body into his arms, as if she wanted to blend into his own body.

Lesia curled up in cooperation and fell into Westhead's arms like a squab.

"Good night, Lesia."

"Goodnight, Wes."

Out of sight of Westhead's perspective, the white-haired dragon lady had a smile on her lips, greedily inhaling her sweetheart's breath.

They kept hugging each other like this until they woke up from the dream.

When the soft early morning light came in from the window, Mr. Qinghui, who had a very regular schedule, immediately opened his eyes.

Then he saw Lesia lying in his arms.

Different from her usual calm, intellectual and tenacious appearance, the white-haired dragon lady looked like a young girl in her sleep.

Her splayed brows and slightly opened mouth exhaled moist and sweet breath, which was like hair made of real silver scattered on the bed, with a few strands sticking to the girl's slightly rosy cheeks.

This is not the first time that Westhead wakes up hugging a gentle and delicate body. In the past memory, the self-destructive and despairing dog knows how many times he has anesthetized himself crazily in the gentle land, driving piles of erosion again and again. and dissipation, all that is left after awakening is a lingering emptiness.

But hugging Lesia and spending a peaceful night together felt extremely satisfying.

In other words, is this the gentle town?

"Pure love has its own beauty."

Westhead sighed, gently brushing Lesia's hair from her cheeks, admiring the white-haired dragon lady's charming sleeping face.

"Well"

But as soon as he made a move, Lesia made a squeaking sound, her raised silver eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Westhead said quickly: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Lesia shook her head and said:

"No, I woke up first. I looked at Weiss for a long time and then continued to fall asleep."

"So you didn't sleep well last night?"

"No, slept well, never had it so good."

The silver-haired dragon girl bit her lip gently and showed an implicit and sweet smile:

"I had a good dream."

"Looks like we're all the same."

The expression on Lesia's face that she had never seen before made Westhead very curious about what the other party's dream was and whether it was as good as the dream he had last night.

He dreamed that he drove a huge sky mecha and fought fiercely with the [Star Wings] for thousands of rounds in the star sea, smashing the stars and sweeping the world. Thinking about it, he still had endless aftertaste.

But from the look of Lesia, she didn't intend to share her wonderful dream with him.

Leixia: "Weiss, you should get up first. I might want to be lazy for a while."

"It's okay. Just take a good rest these two days and prepare for the battle."

Westhead readily agreed. The white-haired dragon lady's small request was really nothing. Besides, it was indeed inappropriate for a dragonborn to be active in the resistance base.

After the man got up, packed his clothes, and left the room, Lesia slowly moved to Westhead's original position, buried the side of her face on the pillow, and took a deep breath obsessively.

The slender jade hands grasped the sheets tightly, and the only remaining red eye was more determined than ever.

"my future."

"Absolutely, absolutely, I will take it back."

(End of this chapter)