The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Just a kiss, it won't hurt!"

Miss Dragon secretly patted her chest in assurance.

She must always remember to keep her sharp little fangs away, so that no matter how greedy she is, she won't bite it in one bite.

She is very smart.

The most important thing when raising food is sustainable development.

If he accidentally bites him and bleeds, it will probably be difficult to get close to this elf next time.

"Okay, okay, okay? 030~"

The silver little dragon lay on the ground and rolled around, twisting itself into a ball of flowers.

The silver-blue beast pupils are bright, like two beams of candlelight that will never be extinguished, swaying happily in the carefree ocean.

It seems like you can see the end at a glance.

Lancelot was a little relaxed and had no choice but to compromise gently.

"it is good."

It has been mentioned in the literature that cubs that are just born can easily develop a sense of dependence on the people closest to them. Depending on racial differences, there will be different manifestations, including but not limited to hugging, kissing, and various clinging behaviors. .

Recalling Isabella's previous actions, it was hard for Lancelot not to think that she regarded him as the person closest to her.

The person closest to you...?

Abandoned and estranged by his relatives when he was young, and wandering away from home for several years, Lancelot had never experienced such a strong sense of dependence and need.

I won’t mention the past that I don’t want to recall when I was a child.

Even if he later entered the academy and became the strongest student in the Mage Tower that everyone looked up to and envied, most others would only treat him superficially.

"Ah, Senior Lance, he is really super strong! When fighting, he doesn't look like an elf..."

"But... tell me quietly, don't tell anyone else. He obviously smiles gently every day and is willing to answer everyone's homework questions. But every time I go to him, I have to muster up a lot of courage..."

"..."

However, the little giant dragon in front of him was different.

There seems to be no word "restraint" in her dictionary. She is by nature the most domineering and unreasonable person. As long as she likes something, she will express all her emotions without reservation.

Hot passion rushed over him, enveloping him like a burning fire.

Hot, but never scalding.

The overwhelming space occupied every inch of the space, giving him no reason to retreat or refuse.

Lancelot suddenly didn't want to refuse.

No one can always insist on closing their hearts and rejecting the most sincere feelings.

"Where do you want to kiss?"

Lancelot knelt down and picked up the cub that was still rolling on the ground, and gently stroked her round head with his soft fingertips.

Eh--?

Do you really agree? !

Isabella was stunned.

Lancelot's gentle and light face was about to have the words abstinence and holiness stamped on his forehead. Isabella thought she would have to make more noise for a while to get him to loosen up.

"Hmm -" Isabella carefully scanned the elf up and down.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the collar of his robe. The material of his home robe was loose. As he half-bent his knees and squatted down, his whole body leaned forward, exposing the delicate collarbone that connected to his slender neck.

The color is shiny and white, and it looks like it must taste good.

Isabella swallowed.

He asked tentatively: "How about kissing the neck?"

"?"

Upon hearing such a bold statement, the elf's eyes widened for a moment.

He took a deep breath, tried to keep a smile, and hinted tactfully, "Miss Bella, you are a little lady."

A lady should not behave like lying on the neck of a member of the opposite sex.

"Oh……"

Well, I didn't expect him to agree.

He settled for the next best thing and continued bargaining, "What about the cheeks?"

"..."

Of course not the cheeks either.

Lancelot regretted a little. He couldn't resist the cub acting coquettishly, so he agreed to her request.

His reserve and restraint are almost engraved into his bones and blood. He has long been accustomed to keeping a distance from others. Kissing on the cheek... is really too bold and intimate.

Lancelot smiled and suggested: "I think the palm of the hand is more suitable."

He stretched out his left hand to the cub, with the palm open upward. The five fingers were long and slender, and light cyan blood vessels could be faintly seen under the transparent white skin, which was as beautiful as a piece of art carved from white jade.

"Huh——?" Isabella discovered a new world, "Lance, there are no lines on your palms!"

"I saw a lot of lines on Arthur's palm last time, and the top one was particularly conspicuous. It was crooked, thick and messy."

Suddenly I remembered a certain post I had read before reading the book, and vaguely remembered that the top line was a love line.

Gee, Arthur is indeed the hero of a harem novel.

It's a pity that Lancelot doesn't have palm prints...otherwise she would want to see the elf's emotional line.

"I said Arthur's hands were covered with messy lines and little calluses, and they looked extremely ugly. He refused to admit it, and insisted on bragging that these were the medals of his growth." Speaking of Arthur, Isabella said I couldn't help but want to say something to him.

"Not like you……"

Isabella was so greedy that she quietly swallowed her saliva, and a bunch of words of praise and praise for Lancelot were about to blurt out——

"Okay." Lancelot interrupted her lightly.

Originally, he had always had a faint smile in his eyes, indulging the cub tossing and tugging at his palm, but at this moment, the smile on his lips suddenly faded slightly.

The fingertips moved slightly, and he slowly and calmly pulled his left hand back, making a slight fist and holding it behind his back.

The elf lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, unable to see his emotions clearly for a moment.

"..." Isabella didn't know why. She looked at her empty palms and then at the elf in front of her.

The senses of the giant dragons are very slow, and they are born without a sensitive nerve in their brains, making it difficult to detect the subtle emotional changes of others.

The cub stayed there helplessly, not knowing what to do.

After a while, Lancelot returned to normal.

He didn't mention what happened just now, but turned around and started to popularize new science knowledge for the young dragon, "Elves are born without palm prints."

"Our race originated from the tree of life in the center of Pudacino. The tree of life gives the elves immortal souls and pure hearts. Every elf is given the crystallization of their love by their parents with love and expectations. Nurtured in the tree of life.”

Isabella was very interested in the topic of Lancelot.

She blinked her big eyes and gave full play to her imagination: "Then Lance was also born from the tree of life? It's like a big tree bearing fruits, and then hanging on the branches waiting for parents to pick them home?"

It sounded so cute. She really wanted to see what Lance looked like when he was a child.

"……Roughly the same."

However, Lancelot seemed unwilling to mention this topic. He was rarely vague and briefly ignored the issue of cubs.

"Okay, the chatting time is over. Let's practice walking."

Without waiting for Isabella to find another excuse to refuse, Lancelot directly put the cub back to the starting point, half-lifted her up with gentle but unyielding force, and did not allow her to continue to be lazy and lay down with both hind limbs. on the ground.

"...嘤."

After going around for a long time, I still can't escape the fate of being forced to study qwq.