The reserve food raised is the Elf King

One afternoon after school, Isabella accompanied Lydia to Professor Tinasi's potion library. As a teaching assistant, Lydia has to organize potions for the professor.

The potion library is right between the Mage Tower classroom and the main entrance of the Tower of Light. Francis is not at the academy today, so Isabella has to go to the Tower of Light in person to collect her blond, companion/sleeping doll, and little princess.

After walking through the garden, Isabella suddenly said, "Lily, I always feel like someone is staring at me at night."

Lidya suddenly became furious and almost jumped up: "...!!"

What a ghost story!

Midnight terror? ! ?

Isabella was serious and touched her chin: "Every night there seems to be the smell of another person in the room. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I can feel a trace of moisture. But I checked the room and found nothing. .”

Lidya guessed, "Did you have a serial dream?"

Isabella glanced at the unreliable and imaginative black-haired girl, and said silently, "Only if you read the novel every day, you will have all kinds of weird dreams in the middle of the night. I don't do that."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence to emphasize that he was serious: "Miss Julong's intuition is never wrong!"

But Isabella found nothing.

I can only make wild guesses, "Is Lance back?"

Lydia said: "If Senior Lance comes back, he will definitely tell you directly."

Isabella nodded, "You are right."

It doesn’t look like Lance…

I felt a little disappointed.

Lydia followed her train of thought and speculated, "Are there any signs that the restrictions outside the dormitory have been breached?"

There are strong magic restrictions outside each student dormitory to protect the privacy and safety of the dormitory owner. Outsiders must obtain the permission of the dormitory owner before entering other people's dormitories.

"Restrictions are good," Isabella shook her head. "Only Lance and I can enter and leave this house freely without triggering any restrictions."

That's why she suspected that Lancelot was back.

But if it was really him, why did he avoid her after returning home?

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night.

The moonlight is as quiet as water.

The bedroom door that had been closed was gently pushed open, and a tall and slender figure walked in.

Lancelot did not enter the room immediately.

He stood by the door.

The door handle he touched was frozen by the ice, and even a thin layer of ice fell on the ground, spreading from under his feet to the surrounding areas.

The dark robe covered his whole body, almost blending in with the darkness in the room.

The wide brim of the hat was covered, and under the hazy moonlight, only a small section of the delicate chin and thin lips that were so pale that they were bloodless were exposed.

After a while, the ice slowly melted.

The ambient air temperature rises.

Lancelot took a pill to temporarily suppress the coldness that kept coming out. After his body returned to normal temperature, he slowly and quietly walked to the bed.

"You've shrunk into the quilt again, don't you feel bored?"

Looking at the round quilt package bulging in the center of the big bed, the elf's ice-like expression softened slightly, and the ice marks at the end of his eyes melted.

He stepped forward, skillfully found her head on the unkempt bed, and dug Isabella out of the quilt.

The little girl was sleeping deeply, with a layer of blush on her thin skin, rising and falling shallowly with her breathing, like a watery peach, and she looked extremely well-behaved.

Lancelot's eyes became softer.

He tucked Isabella under the quilt again, and the back of his hand accidentally touched another bulge covered in the quilt next to him.

Isabella's latest playmate.

What does it seem to be called...Louise?

She is a human lady.

A few days ago, Lancelot heard from a distance the conversation between Francis and Isabella during the day, and mentioned the name of this blond girl who had been sleeping.

But the two didn't talk much, and Lancelot couldn't guess Louise's identity. All I know is that she has a younger sister who entered the Tower of Light early and will officially enroll next year.

Maybe it was Louise's sister who asked Isabella to help take care of her?

The college's management of outsiders has always been very strict, but Isabella has a special status. Lord Green privately instructed all tutors and administrators to turn a blind eye to most of Isabella's behaviors as long as they do not endanger other students. Close one eye.

Lancelot thought his guess was reasonable.

Although the elf felt unspeakably uncomfortable about the fact that the person sleeping next to Isabella at night was not him, he subconsciously felt that his territory was being invaded by outsiders.

But Louise is a girl.

A girl would never take Isabella away from him.

Lancelot could only comfort himself temporarily.

Yes.

Isabella will not like girls.

Therefore, she is still his.

Whenever night falls, Lancelot keeps repeating these words in his heart in order to cover up the very faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

For a brief moment, Lancelot always felt that Isabella didn't like him as much as he thought.

After all, he had never heard Isabella mention his name since he came back.

But Lancelot didn't want to believe it.

Maybe she's just too busy.

The courses in Mage Tower this semester are very stressful, and he is not around to help her with her homework for the time being, so... it is understandable that she doesn't miss him that much.

Lancelot instinctively found reasons for Isabella and did not dare to take the initiative to ask Isabella.

Because he cannot appear in front of the outside world for a short period of time.

During this period, Lancelot had been hiding on the third floor of his dormitory, hiding his breath and traces, and not telling anyone about his return.

There is a small potion refining room at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the dormitory.

Lancelot stayed there during the day, brewing a potion that could solve the problem of ice slag on his body.

It's a pity that the potion crucible in the dormitory is not as effective as the one in the cloud laboratory.

No matter how stunning Lancelot is, with his own magical elements disordered and lack of potion materials, the potion he brews can only temporarily maintain a normal body temperature for ten minutes before he returns to being cold and cold.

Such a situation in him needs to be kept confidential, and it is not suitable to tell Mr. Green, so he cannot go to the cloud laboratory.

In the past, the most rational and calm elf would not have returned to the academy at this time.

He would find a place where no one knew him, hide in a corner alone, and recuperate incognito for a period of time until everything outside returned to normal and he would appear in front of everyone again.

——This is the most rational and efficient way.

The elf who is always elegant and noble will never allow himself to show his weakness in front of the outside world.

But now...

Lancelot just wants to see Isabella as soon as possible.

Perhaps the magic elements in the body were out of control, making the elf's emotions a little fragile, or perhaps the breath of death in the Lost Forest was too oppressive.

Thoughts and emotions completely overwhelmed calm reason.

Lancelot thought nothing of it and went back to the academy directly after leaving the Lost Forest.

The elf now desperately longed to hug Isabella and hold her body as warm as a small stove.

He put her in his arms, wrapped his arms around her back, and put the side of her face against his chest. Through a thin layer of bone and blood, one could clearly hear a frozen heart beneath the skin/flesh, and the frozen blood vessels stirred to life again because of her presence.

Lancelot spent the entire journey thinking about the beautiful scene of meeting Isabella again.

He must muster the courage to overcome the reserved nature of the elves and tell Isabella personally how much he misses and cares about her. He also wanted to take her to eat a lot of delicious food and see many grand and splendid scenery to make up for the missing time between the two of them.

For eight long months, he missed Isabella all the time.

Fortunately, Isabella has been thinking about him.

Lancelot knew Miss Dragon very well. She hated reading and writing very much, and felt that writing letters was the most troublesome thing in the world.

But she is willing to reply to her letters every day. She will write in her letters herself that she misses him, and she will quietly change back to her original form and print her cute little paws on the end of the letter paper.

During that time, what Lancelot looked forward to most every day was receiving a letter from Isabella. He treasured every letter closest to his heart, so that it was like...Isabella pressed her paws on him.

Thinking of this, the elf's ears felt faintly hot.

I feel hot all over.

But the enthusiasm quickly subsided.

The potion that I just took was more than half effective, and the blood in my body began to condense with frost again.

Lancelot had no choice but to take out another potion and swallow it whole.

I have to take this medicine continuously for another half month before I can completely return to normal.

The elf sighed secretly.

With her current physical condition, it would be better not to appear in front of Isabella.

He didn't want Isabella to worry about him.

Lancelot's expression did not change, and he withdrew his hand as if he had not seen anything. Regardless of whether Louise would feel uncomfortable being smothered in the quilt, he continued to gently tuck Isabella's quilt.

By the way, he seemed to inadvertently remove a few strands of unsightly blond hair from her face.

The fingertips trembled slightly and accidentally touched the girl's soft and warm skin.

Miss Dragon's body temperature is very high, like a bonfire burning in the wilderness in winter. The bright and warm flame is full of vitality and can almost melt the ice.

The elf, who was about to freeze to death, suddenly trembled.

He yearned so much that he wanted to embrace the burning flame in front of him at all costs.

Intellectually, Lancelot knew that he should let go, otherwise he would wake Isabella up.

But as if his fingers were out of control, he couldn't help but follow the corner of the little girl's eyebrows downwards, across her soft petal-like cheeks, and then continued downwards, landing on the slightly open lips.

Light pink.

Purer than the pink roses blooming in the spring sunshine, it is the most innocent color. Under the bright moonlight, it seems to be coated with a shallow halo.

The lips opened and closed gently with the rhythm of breathing.

Very tempting.

As if being tempted by the most bewitching magic, Lancelot completely forgot to resist. He slowly leaned down, his head under the hood lowered slightly, and moved closer to the center of the big bed little by little.

Getting closer and closer.

Twenty centimeters...

ten centimeters...

You can almost feel the gentle breath spraying on your cold skin.

Brings a small series of electric tactile sensations.

We can't go any further.

Chaotic thoughts fell into a thick fog, struggling and rising in the flame-like heat, and it was rare to have a brief moment of clarity.

Can't... go on any longer.

stop!

The elf suddenly came to his senses.

He stared blankly at the sleeping face close at hand.

There was obviously no real contact between the two of them, but Lancelot felt as if he was drowning in a boiling spring, with endless water reaching his head.

next second.

Suddenly my whole body felt cold.

The effect of the potion ends exactly at this time,

"!!!"

Lancelot, who has always been thoughtful, did not expect that because his mood swings were too high just now, it was beyond the normal state of the elves.

Causes the effect of the cold-suppressing potion to speed up digestion in the body.

The elf froze on the spot, his mind going blank for a moment.

But soon come back to God.

Lancelot held his breath, retracted his hands on both sides of the bed, straightened up carefully, turned around and planned to leave the room.

Suddenly, a big tail curled up from behind.

At a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, it quickly wrapped around the elf's thin waist.

moment.

Look upside down.

"Hehe, I caught you."

The girl's voice rang in her ears, and the weird elf felt proud again.

"Let me just say, Miss Dragon is always right."

Isabella said with a smile, her legs pressed on both sides of the body of the man in black robe beneath her. Her fat silvery body shone in the moonlight, pressing the man in black robe completely unable to move.

"Let me see which shameless little mouse is so bold that he dares to sneak into my room every night!"

Lancelot turned pale.

He thought about thousands of scenes of seeing Isabella again, warm, lovely, full of laughter...

But I have never thought about this scene.

He struggled to leave.

But the elf's magic is now out of control. Isabella's tail tightly restrains him, with natural racial suppression. Lancelot is completely unable to move and can only look at that white and lovely hand. He lifted the hood over his face.

"..."

"..."

The room was dead silent.

After a long while, Isabella spoke hesitantly, her bright and transparent misty blue eyes filled with doubts and uncertainty.

"...Lance?"

She kept blinking her eyes, as if she was very surprised by the sight in front of her.

There was even a hint of surprise in the incredulity.

"Why did your eyes turn silver?"

The author has something to say: Lance: Because I am a shameless rat. (bushi