The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Lancelot carried the cub directly to the bathroom on the second floor.

He opened the door, placed the cub on the sink, and walked into the inner room.

The cub's big raised tail slowly drooped.

She stared blankly at the elf.

Every line of Mingming's facial features looked gentle and peaceful as usual, but there was an aura that made the cub afraid to speak.

He swallowed silently.

The cub quietly moved its buttocks and leaned its entire back against the mirror. It was a bit cold, so I had to flap my wings twice to adjust to a comfortable position.

Quiet as a chickenjpg

The elf is filling the bathtub with water.

Isabella pulled open the bathroom door curtain, carefully leaned over, and asked in a low voice: "Do you really...really want to take a shower?"

The elf was preparing the bathing tools in an orderly manner. At the same time, he also took out the newly purchased bath toys that had not yet been given to Isabella and placed them one by one by the pool.

He nodded, "Yes, Bella. I'll help you take a bath today, okay?"

"..."

Isabella hesitated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the bathtub that was filled with water. The clear water washed over the walls of the bathtub.

His throat "gurgled" a little.

The water temperature... looks cold.

There was no heat at all.

She hates bathing so much.

I especially hate bathing with water.

When she was in the dragon territory before, Isabella had hardly taken a bath. Eric was very puzzled by her strange behavior.

But he couldn't persuade her.

Sometimes the cub crawls around and stains its scales. She would rather lie in the corner and lick herself with her tongue than take a bath in the lake behind the cave.

After arriving at the academy, the elf has always been concerned about the gender difference between the two. Every time she goes to the bathroom, she puts the water on and lets her go in by herself. Isabella could take this opportunity to lock the door as a matter of course, lie down lazily by the bathtub, wait for an hour or two, and pretend to finish washing before going out.

"How about... I can do it myself?" Isabella blinked a pair of extremely sincere eyes.

Trying to coax Lancelot out.

Don't let him discover the little secret that he doesn't take a shower at all.

However, her words made Lancelot mistakenly believe that the cub was resisting him.

The elf's busy hands paused slightly.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

He had never been rejected by Isabella.

Even if he asked the cub to learn, she was very reluctant, but at most she would just act coquettishly for a while longer.

Lancelot couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling, he pursed his lips in confusion.

There was a brief silence in the atmosphere.

There was only the sound of rushing water.

"That...the water is going to overflow."

Isabella raised her little paw and pointed at the bathtub, and whispered.

The elf turned off the tap.

"Bella, do you really not need me to accompany you?"

According to the elf's previous character, he never took the initiative to interfere with other people's affairs. After Isabella refuses, he will leave.

But today, he asked again.

Isabella didn't realize the reason for the elf's inner struggle. She just wanted to avoid taking a bath.

"Of course I want you to accompany me, but..."

Woo woo woo.

She simply doesn't like getting wet.

"That……"

"but……"

The two spoke at the same time.

And stopped at the same time.

Elf: "Speak first."

Isabella chuckled, twisted her tail, jumped off the sink, and leaned slimily against the elf's legs.

She raised her head: "However, I want Lance to take a shower with me."

In case the elf didn't understand, Isabella thoughtfully commented: "It's the kind where I'm in the pool and you are in the pool, and we wash together."

"..."

"Is that okay?" Isabella asked again after not hearing the elf's answer.

He held his chin with his two paws, revealing his expectant starry eyes.

If she was with this golden elf in front of her, she would be happy to jump directly into the ice, let alone the warm water in the bath!

"it is good……"

accepted!

Isabella struck while the iron was hot and immediately reached out her paws enthusiastically to pick off the elf's collar, "Lance, then let me help you take off your clothes!!"

Lancelot was speechless: "..."

He calmly held the cub down, avoiding her clutches.

I turned around and felt the temperature of the pool. It was neither cold nor hot and felt very comfortable. I was ready to take a bath.

Lancelot set the temperature of the bathtub, then lifted up the still fluttering Isabella, and skillfully held her waving paws in front of him with his arms to prevent her from touching her.

Then, he took her into the pool.

"Hiss——!" The water is so cold!

Isabella gasped, her tail straightening.

"Is the water temperature uncomfortable?"

The elf noticed that the cub's body was tense and asked with concern.

Isabella shook her head quickly.

The water temperature is the same to her no matter how cold it is. This strange attribute of the giant dragon told Lancelot that it would definitely cause him trouble again.

It would be better not to tell him and let him focus more on herself.

The cub used all four legs to flexibly wrap around the elf. The front paws are placed on the neck, the hind limbs are wrapped around the waist, and the tail...

Um, there seems to be no place to put the tail.

In the clear pool, the giant dragon's fat tail fell heavily to the center of the pool. The excessive density made the tip of the tail almost sink to the bottom of the pool. The tail has no point of support, and it pulls the entire body of the cub to fall backwards.

Isabella quickly used her strength again to hug Lancelot tightly.

In a way, her big tail is a beautiful liability.

The usual hugging posture was no longer applicable. Isabella turned her head and looked at her big tail with nowhere to rest: "I seem to have really grown a lot taller."

Lancelot also noticed this problem.

And, he also found out.

Most other organisms can semi-float in the water when they are at rest.

Only Isabella, the whole dragon sank.

It was as if her body was filled not with blood, but with gold that was much denser than water.

The tall and long-legged elf picked up the cub with one hand and sat down in the pool with his legs bent. He sat the cub on his lap, with only its head above the water.

And this height...

Isabella's gaze went straight to the elf's thin and delicate collarbone.

In addition, the mage's robe is light in texture. After being soaked in water, it becomes slightly translucent and adheres thinly to the skin.

Miss Dragon's eyes moved downward involuntarily.

Cold white jade skin, a layer of thin and exquisite muscles, slightly bulging in graceful arcs. The soaked mage's robe was slightly messy, with a thin slit slightly open at the collar.

Miss Dragon even forgot to blink.

Look straight, and then go down a little bit...

"Miss Bella!"

Suddenly, Isabella shivered in fright and let out a loud "Suck--".

Lancelot: "…………"

Facing the cub's big, watery, foggy blue eyes, which shone with dazzling excitement, the elf's mouth couldn't help but want to twitch.

Without saying a word, he took the cub's arms and turned her over without hesitation.

"Lance, I didn't mean it. Just ask me to turn around."

The beautiful scenery was gone, and there was only an empty white wall in front of her. Isabella couldn't stand it.

She softened her voice and acted pitifully, wanting to turn over and face him again.

Woo hoo hoo, it’s the eyes that make their own decision.

What does it have to do with her lovely Isabella?

However, no one answered behind him.

There was only a bath spray filled with bubbles, and he gently and carefully began to scrub her back and wings.

"Hey."

Isabella, who was forced to face the wall, did not see that the elf behind her, who had always been calm and composed with a gentle and gentle smile on her face, was now flushed.

Even the ears hidden in the thick blond hair suddenly changed back to the pointed and slender elf ears of the tribe.

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After being bathed, Isabella deeply realized the elf's meticulousness——

He even washed her and fell asleep! !

When he woke up, the long-legged elf was getting up to get the towel on the shelf.

To prevent the cub from sinking to the bottom, Lancelot held her and stood up from the bubble-filled water.

Isabella yawned drowsily: "Have you finished washing?"

"No," the elf replied gently, "This is just the first wash of shower gel. You have to wash it a second time after changing the water."

"……"shock!

Still, still washing!

She was almost swollen qwq!

The cub's tail is wilted.

"Maybe, I mean maybe." Isabella tried to discuss with the mysophobic elf, holding on to a faint hope.

This elf's obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia are so severe that he really needs to be treated.

How nice it is to be happy and casual like her.

Isabella sincerely suggested: "Can you use a cleaning spell on me? It won't be so troublesome."

Lancelot shook his head: "It's not troublesome at all."

He gently carried Isabella to the mirror and took a closer look as if to show off his achievements.

The silver dragon in the mirror was washed extremely clean, and every scale was shining brightly, reflecting the dazzling light like a slice of gemstone.

Finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Moreover, magic cannot replace everything." Lancelot added.

The elf was in a good mood.

He found a new joy - bathing cubs.

Looking at the beautiful blond elf who smiled with crooked eyes, Isabella's eyes darkened and she felt that her future was bleak.

She tried her best to raise her lips: "...as long as you are happy."

Since you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it.

After changing a new pool of water, Isabella was put in again with a dull face. She grabbed a handful of blond hair at hand, couldn't help but put it to her mouth angrily, took a bite, chewed it a few times and spit it out again.

Pretend to be biting the elf's flesh.

Lancelot concentrated on the washing work on his hands and did not pay attention to the cub's play. He also carefully turned over the large dragon scales on the cub's back, not leaving out any corners where dirt and evil were hiding.

Suddenly, the movement of his hand stopped.

He found a strand of fiery red animal hair stuck on the bottom layer of two dragon scales.

The elf hesitated and said, "Bella."

"Ok?"

"You, um." He considered his words, wanting to ask Isabella what she thought of Carlos.

But it is not the character of an elf to talk about others behind their backs.

Lancelot didn't say anything further, and Isabella couldn't help but turned back out of curiosity, just in time to see the elf's slender fingertips holding a very conspicuous strand of fiery red hair.

Isabella scratched her head, with a look of confusion and indifference. She didn't think too much and said casually: "Ah... it should be Senior Carlos's."

"He even tempted me to eat snacks today! I refused with my super strong willpower. Am I great?"

After saying that, he puffed up his little chest and waited proudly for the elf to praise him.

A smile appeared on Lancelot's lips, but he quickly suppressed it.

He gently stroked the cub's head, "Yes, Bella is very good."

Isabella rubbed the elf's palm and asked sweetly: "Then, can I be friends with him?"

The fox fur is so comfortable. Woohoo.

She could writhe in it all day long and not want to get out.

Although this makes her look like Aquaman just like Arthur, she really means it!

(Arthur, the young man with a gun lying on his back:?)

She is sincere and loves every beautiful and beautiful thing.

Besides, everyone has a love for beauty.

If Lancelot also had soft and fluffy golden hair, Isabella swore that she would never look at anyone else.

Lancelot froze for a moment.

The fingertips curled slightly, then slowly unfolded.

Want to be...friends?

A voice in his head yelled crazily, saying he didn't agree.

He was her first friend.

She was the one who approached him on her own initiative, and she insisted on pestering her. Since she has given him the most passionate and sincere emotions...

Why, you can’t be your only friend! ! ?

But the elves are rational after all.

"..."

The elf smiled again.

His voice was soft: "Of course."

His voice was extremely ethereal, like the legendary God of Light without emotion.

Even the bathroom, which was filled with the scent of sweet shower gel at this moment, was not contaminated by any earthly dust.

The elf didn't look at the cub sitting on his lap. His golden eyes were staring straight ahead, not knowing where his eyes were falling.

"Bella, Carlos has taken care of many orc cubs. He loves children very much and has experience in raising cubs. If..."

He paused for a moment, closing his eyes to suppress the sudden emotion deep in his eyes.

After a moment, his pure golden eyes were as gentle as water again.

"If you're willing to trust me, try trusting Carlos. He cares about your health as much as I do."

The elf smiled, and the curvature of the corners of his lips seemed to be cut out by the standard scale of a ruler.

Perfect without any flaws.

"Okay." Isabella's voice sounded lively and lively.

Her sight was blocked by the elf's palm on her head, and she didn't notice his expression at this time.

The cub said sweetly: "I listen to Lance on everything."