The reserve food raised is the Elf King

When Isabella woke up, it was already dark outside the window.

I didn't expect to sleep in Lancelot's office for so long. When I woke up, my stomach was growling.

She was lying on the bed, planning to turn over and look for something to eat.

As soon as she moved, she suddenly found an arm around her waist, hugging her from behind.

Isabella "?"

She looked dumbfounded and reached out to touch the arm around her waist. There is no doubt that this is Lancelot's hand. The fingers are slender and slender, with a hint of freshness and coolness from mint leaves.

But here's the problem.

She touched her face again to make sure that she had not transformed back into dragon form before going to bed today, nor would she automatically change back after falling asleep.

and so--

The elf now actually takes the initiative to sleep with her human form? ? ? !

Isabella was silently shocked.

Ah, has Lance received any new stimulation recently?

Suddenly became passionate and unrestrained.

Compared with the previous elf who was so reserved and conservative that he would immediately stay three steps away with a vigilant look on his face as soon as he touched his skin, there was an earth-shaking change.

but……

Isabella grinned and laughed "hehe" twice.

The more elves with this kind of enthusiasm, the better.

She just likes to be held by the sweet-smelling elf.

In the past, Ms. Dragon was the one who shamelessly went to find the elf to hug her, but now she finally became the one being hugged. The experience was not only very novel, but also gave her a new sense of happiness.

With a happy smile on her face, Isabella turned over nimbly on the bed without moving the arm that was still across her waist. She nuzzled herself in the quilt and raised her head to look at Lancelot.

Just as he was about to speak, he found that the elf was still sleeping, completely unawakened by his tossing and turning just now.

He seemed to be dreaming.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was an invisible trace of depression condensed between his eyebrows.

The moonlight poured in from the window, and the moonlight was like water, illuminating the elf's crystal white face. Only then did I realize that his face seemed a little bad. Under his thin eyelids, a pair of eyes moved back and forth uneasily, and his lips were also slightly pale.

There was a faint chill on his body.

After Isabella woke up, she felt that the temperature of the surrounding environment had dropped somewhat, and it was not like the temperature that it should be in this season.

Just now I thought it was because the temperature outside had dropped, but now that I saw Lancelot's condition, I realized that the source of the drop in temperature in the room was actually him.

How could an elf be cold?

Even the breath exhaled from the chest is faintly carrying a faint white mist that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, quickly condensing the small water vapor in the air into frost, and then melting into mist in the next second.

But no matter how subtle these changes are, they cannot escape Miss Dragon's eyes.

—Especially when she looks closely.

Isabella frowned.

Suddenly she recalled some details that she had ignored before, including the temperature changes she felt from time to time in the room before Lancelot came back, and the scent of the elf that occasionally flashed past her nose.

perhaps.

Those were not her delusions.

Lancelot seemed to be hiding something from her.

Moreover, it has been more than a day or two since I kept it from her.

Isabella never felt that the elf would do anything to harm her.

There must be something wrong somewhere else.

But Isabella understood the Elf's character. He had always been very boring before meeting her. Except for Carlos the fox who took the initiative to stick to him, there were not many other people who really talked to him. Later, after being shamelessly stalked by Isabella, she gradually began to let down her guard and no longer care about him, but was willing to take the initiative to share her inner thoughts with her.

It's just that Lancelot, an elf who has lived for more than two thousand years, is really stubborn.

Once something happened, in order not to worry Isabella, she would always keep it to herself and just want to solve it silently.

This is not a good habit.

Although Miss Dragon has a lazy personality, she doesn't like trouble.

But she has never taken the initiative to hide under the wings of others to seek protection after encountering something.

She is a very responsible owner.

As an excellent dragon owner, you should always be concerned about the health of your own food reserves.

Give him enough care and consideration so that he can grow healthily.

Isabella stretched out her hand from the quilt, wanting to touch the temperature of the elf's forehead.

But as soon as his arm moved, before it touched Lancelot's face, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and tightly embedded in the five fingers.

The palms on her waist suddenly tightened at the same time, bringing Isabella closer to Lancelot's arms, her face almost hitting his chest.

Above the head, in the blind spot of Isabella's sight, the elf whose eyes had been closed suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed across his expression.

"Lance...?"

Isabella didn't see Lancelot's expression, and the situation between the two of her team was somewhat unusual.

He blinked blankly and looked at his tightly held wrist.

Only then did I realize that there was a half-black bracelet on my wrist.

Moreover, there is more than one bracelet.

There is also one on the other hand.

Isabella frowned slightly subconsciously.

Ms. Julong has never liked wearing jewelry. She feels that these things will make her feel restricted, so she rarely even wears her storage ring.

The two bracelets hung on her wrists, so light that they seemed to have no weight at all, so Isabella didn't even notice their existence at first.

It seems that he has long understood the habits of Miss Dragon and carefully designed it according to her preferences - but it is not entirely in accordance with Isabella's aesthetics.

This kind of gray bracelet, which is not sparkling at all, obviously cannot attract the attention of the dragon lady. On the contrary, it is very similar to the aesthetic preference of Lancelot, the forest elf.

The inner material of the bracelet has been carefully polished to be extremely smooth and fits the skin, almost integrating with the wrist. Even the temperature is the same as the surface temperature of the skin.

It wouldn't offend Isabella.

But...it's also a bit uncomfortable.

Isabella twisted her wrist slightly, trying to take off the bracelet. After taking it, I found that I was still held tightly by the elf, with no room to let go.

"Lance, what's wrong with you?"

Lancelot said nothing.

The two of them were quite close.

Isabella was almost half held in the arms of the elf. The closest thing in front of her eyes was the elf's slightly rising chest. For a moment, Lancelot's expression could not be seen.

At this time, where Isabella's sight was closest, under the soft and white pajamas fabric, the elf's beautiful muscle texture could be seen. The fair and slender neck followed the loose collar, revealing a small piece of delicate collarbone.

Normally, Isabella would look at it more greedily.

But she was worried about the condition of the elves today.

His eyes did not linger.

He tried his best to move in the quilt, trying to raise his head to observe the elf's face more easily.

However, the arms around her waist tightly circled her in a small area on the bed, and one of her own hands was also held by the elf. In this position, if she wanted to avoid breaking away from Lancelot's touch, she could lift her in another position. At first, it was obviously difficult.

So, when Isabella finally found an angle, got in front of Lancelot's face, and wanted to chat with him face to face, she realized...

His eyes were actually closed.

Isabella "...?"

No way, he was holding his hand while sleepwalking just now?

Isabella had a series of questions in her mind.

He looked at the elf carefully up and down in confusion.

Seeing that his breathing rate had been very stable and his face seemed to be a little rosier than before, I had no choice but to suppress the doubts in my heart for the time being.

Forget it, let him continue to sleep.

Isabella puffed her cheeks and could only temporarily suppress the growing confusion in her heart.

She gently twisted her wrist again, and found that this time she could successfully escape from Lancelot's fingers. So he also raised the arm resting on his waist and placed it very gently on the open space on the bed.

Then sit up.

He touched his hungry belly.

hungry.

She glanced at the sleeping elf lying next to him with his eyes closed. Her eyes ran across his soft and flowing blond hair. She hesitated and decided to find something else to eat.

Although the dragon obtains the energy of eating from the elf's blond hair every time, it will not have any bad impact on Lancelot himself.

But he looks sick today.

Eating a sick elf would make the dragon owner look a little too ruthless.

Isabella decided to take good care of Lancelot from today on.

Try to get him back to his former healthy and happy self, and continue to be a sparkling golden elf.

"I really don't know why you keep all your thoughts in your heart. If you are unhappy, tell me..."

Isabella looked like a mature person looking at her autistic child, and sighed helplessly.

Isabella left the room to find food, the door closing silently behind her.

The room was quiet.

After a long while, the elf lying on the bed with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

He looked calmly at the closed door.

A pair of beautifully curved eyes, with a dark and complicated expression.

He just had another dream.

Like many times before, I dreamed of the figure leaving his back and ruthlessly breaking away from his hand.

The dream ends with a golden ring.

Lancelot had had this dream before, but it was especially frequent during this time.

The air in the Lost Forest will seriously amplify the negative emotions in your heart.

According to the correct situation, the elves are naturally interdependent with all things, and their own ability to purify the soul is more effective than the great light blessing released by Professor Guangming Tower.

But Lancelot is a little different from other elves.

he……

In short, after he returned from the Lost Forest, these negative and repressed emotions not only did not ease, but in fact intensified.

The moonlight shrouded the elf silently, illuminating his dark and deep eyes.

Only then did he see that the elf’s eyes were filled with silver.

The golden eyes that had always been bright and sunny seemed to have been completely swallowed up unconsciously, leaving only the cold mithril flowing in the eyes.

The elf slowly sat up, his blond hair flowing down his shoulders. He looked down at the hand that had just grabbed Isabella.

The fingertips intertwined and the fingertips lightly rubbed.

It seems that Miss Dragon's soft and warm touch still remains.

That touch of warmth makes the elf cherish it especially.

A trace of morbid greed flashed across the elf's face, and even he himself didn't realize how different his expression was at this moment from usual. He slowly raised his hand and covered his eyelids with his fingertips.

The remaining warmth melted on the eyelids.

It was like a steady stream of energy supporting his soul.

When he opened his eyes again, his bright golden light returned.

Lancelot tried to pull the corners of his lips and smiled slowly.

The usually gentle and elegant elf is back.