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"Right? My dear ♡" Yuna asked.

For normal people, this is an extremely difficult question to answer.

Even without considering Mom, Little Dragon, and Eileen, Mr. Cyclone now has to admit in front of his two wives that Yuna is his legal wife.

"What?! Do you think this will stump me? Let me tell you honestly, Yuna~"

Everyone looked at Mr. Cyclone as he raised both hands and hugged Little Dragon and Eileen, one on each side.

"All three of you are my wives, all of you are my legal wives!!"

"......" x4

After a few seconds, all four people looked at Mr. Cyclone.

Yuna was the first to react, she smiled lightly and returned to the house.

Then, Mr. Cyclone's mother spoke.

"Hahaha~ What is my son saying!"

With a descending attack, Mr. Cyclone's mother hit Mr. Cyclone on the head.

Smack! His head was hit and nodded forward.

Smack! Smack! Smack!!

Three more hits.

"It's really, hahaha~ My stinky boy must be stupid. Come on, don't stand here, come in first."

While speaking politely, Mr. Cyclone's mother returned to the house.

At this moment, Eileen glanced at Mr. Cyclone, then lowered her head and followed him into the house.

Little Dragon also glanced, but stopped before entering the house.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Huh?!"

Facing away from Mr. Cyclone, Little Dragon said in a low voice.

"She's a witch, and no one here can beat her..."

Oh!? So that's what Little Dragon was thinking.

Mr. Cyclone instantly caught onto Little Dragon's thoughts.

Although different from what he had originally thought, it was still a good thing.

Little Dragon wasn't jealous because Mr. Cyclone admitted Yuna as his wife, she was simply worried about Mr. Cyclone's safety.

"Don't worry..."

Mr. Cyclone took a step forward and hugged Little Dragon's waist with his right hand.

"If she wanted to kill us, she would have done it already."

"But..."

"Even if we wanted to escape now, it's too late. My mom is here, let's go with the flow~"

Mr. Cyclone pushed Little Dragon's waist with his hand and took her inside.

After closing the door, the candles inside the house were lit one by one.

It was twilight, not yet evening, but the atmosphere in the room was already calmer than midnight.

The structure of the house was very simple. In this tiny house, as soon as you enter the lower floor, there is a living room, and directly opposite is an open kitchen.

Looking to the left, there is a staircase leading to the second floor, and under the stairs is a small toilet.

Upstairs are three bedrooms for sleeping. As soon as you step into the upper floor, in front is a storage room for miscellaneous items.

The storage room and Mr. Cyclone's room are next to each other, with the two rooms facing each other, and on the other side is a large bedroom, used by Mr. Cyclone's mother.

In this tiny living room, there is only one rectangular wooden table.

Mr. Cyclone's mother has already walked to the most inner position, preparing to cook in the kitchen.

On the left and right stoves, it seems like they are preparing a big meal.

"Unc, Aunt! Eileen will also help."

Eileen walked over to Mr. Cyclone's mother and helped with the preparation.

"Oh! Okay, um..."

At the same time, Little Dragon also walked over. Although she wasn't very good at cooking, Little Dragon helped with setting up the bowls and dishes, and washed the used utensils.

As a result, Mr. Cyclone's mother, who would usually be sweating profusely while cooking, this time only needed to stand by and give directions effortlessly.Seeing the smile on his mother's face, Mr. Cyclone knew that his mother would also like these girls.

But after sitting for a while, Mr. Cyclone noticed his mother secretly glancing at Yuna.

Because both wives had volunteered to help, but Yuna just sat there without moving.

It was too obvious; she should at least pretend to be a wife.

Mr. Cyclone took this hint and stared straight at Yuna.

Although she was also looking at Mr. Cyclone, she remained unmoving.

Until Mr. Cyclone couldn't help it and asked.

"Are you... not going to help?"

Resting her head on her hand and crossing her legs, Yuna turned her face to the kitchen, completely ignoring Mr. Cyclone.

"Well, fine. You can be Capricious..."