The reserve food raised is the Elf King

After the meal, Lancelot took the initiative to take the cub for a walk on the street, which made Isabella forget about the rejected hug just now.

It wasn't until night fell that one dragon and one elf returned to the hotel.

The cub crawled out of the basket on its hands and knees and watched obediently as the elf boy walked to the bed and made the bed.

"Lance, are we sleeping here tonight?"

Isabella swallowed greedily at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as the golden elf, using his blond hair as a quilt to cover her soft belly.

It's like sleeping with delicious snacks beside your pillow at night, so you can take a bite at any time.

However, reality disappointed her

"Miss Bella, this is your room. I live next door to you. If you have anything to do at night, you can always come to me."

What! They actually have to sleep in separate rooms!

Isabella didn't give up and invited her warmly: "Lance, it's a waste of money to rent two rooms. Let's sleep together!"

She tried to wrap her tail around the elf's wrist and promoted herself crazily: "I sleep very well and don't make any noise, and my whole body is soft and warm. The winter in Atlantis is so cold, you don't want to hold a warm one Do you want the baby to sleep together?”

Lancelot could hardly resist her enthusiasm: "..."

Elf is reserved by nature and keeps a gentle and appropriate distance between his clan members. Sharing a bed is a very private matter for him.

He tried his best to use language that the cub could understand: "Miss Bella, you and I are of different genders. Even if we are good friends, we can't just sleep on the same bed."

For some unknown reason, he added:

"The same goes for you and Arthur."

"oh, I see……"

"Don't worry, I won't sleep with Arthur."

Isabella clapped her chest and promised, her mind focused on being with Lancelot. She didn't think much about it, and didn't listen to him seriously.

Then he returned to his own topic and asked persistently: "Then how can I sleep in the same bed with you?"

Isabella's biggest dream now is to fall asleep holding the elf's blond hair.

The best dreams also have gold.

Woohoo, it must be so sweet and delicious.

Isabella said bluntly: "I want to sleep with you, I just want to sleep with you."

Lancelot: "..."

The base of his ears felt faintly hot, and a thin blush spread down his neck to his cheeks.

An unabashed straight shot, full of hot passion and sincerity.

Like a pot of hot soup boiling in a continuous fire, the gululu is steaming with bubbles.

Lancelot coughed lightly: "Miss Bella, you..."

He really wanted to say, girls should not talk about sleeping. But then I thought about it, Isabella is a beast, and the leader of the carnivorous beasts.

He had read in a book that most carnivorous orcs had very open-minded ideas. Procreating offspring was as frequent for them as eating and drinking. Some races even had fixed estrus/estrus periods.

This is very different from the cold and self-sufficient elves.

Seeing the elf stuttering, Isabella tilted her head in confusion and slowly retracted her gaze that had been fixed on the blond hair.

Only then did he realize that Lancelot's entire face was slightly red.

Ah, wait--

The words she just blurted out, especially the sentence "I just want to sleep with you", seemed to be really... a bit too ambiguous!

Although Isabella could promise by patting her chest, every word she just said was purely about wanting to sleep with the golden beauty.

Can……

The human experience in her mind told her that sleeping could be more than just a quiet solo action.

It's also an intense two-person action.

"Bang".

The whole dragon turned into a pink dumpling in shame.

The more I think about it, the more outrageous it becomes.

——Stop it, stop it!

Young children are not allowed to drive a rocker!

"Ahem, Lance, I..." That's not what I meant.

But before Isabella could finish speaking, the blond boy in front of her suddenly closed her eyes with a determined look on her face: "I'll sleep with you!"

! ! ! ?

"Really!!?"

Isabella, who was about to give up, couldn't believe that Lancelot would actually agree to this request.

I was so excited that I almost sprinkled little flowers in my heart.

If she hadn't been unable to walk, she would have wanted to run to the bed and knock down the beautiful and brilliant elf.

"But," Lancelot agreed three chapters in advance, "it's just to sleep."

"...?" Isabella was stunned for a moment and blinked blankly.

It seemed like he didn't understand what Lancelot meant.

But her simple brain didn't want to use her brain to think at all, and only focused on the ultimate goal-sleeping!

Hu Luan agreed, very excited: "Then, let's lie down quickly!"

As he spoke, his tail flicked loudly.

Lancelot took a deep breath, turned around, picked up the basket and walked to the bed.

Before he could take the cub out of the bamboo basket, Isabella climbed out quickly with quick eyes and hands, got into the soft quilt and lay down, then moved quickly, leaving most of the space for Lancelot.

Considering that she was going to sleep with her face on the elf's blond hair, Isabella specially moved her tail to the farthest position so as not to disturb her experience of intimate contact with the beautiful blond hair.

She patted the bed: "Come on Lance, let's sleep together!"

"..."

Lancelot stood beside the bed, making no move.

Isabella was confused: "What's wrong, Lance?"

She shook her big head under the quilt and thought for a moment.

He rolled his eyes and said suddenly: "Ah, yes, you are not naked like me. You should change into pajamas before going to bed. Don't worry, I will cover my eyes and won't peek at you!"

As he spoke, he put his two little paws over his eyes.

A posture of "Take off your clothes, I won't peek".

The four claws couldn't close at all.

From the huge gap between the fingers, two ice grape-like eyes appeared, staring at Lancelot without blinking.

An honest peek.

Lancelot: "..."

I was a little speechless, and I thought this little giant dragon was a little cute.

It was clearly stated in the book that you should not always indulge the cub's demands, lest she push her further and become more difficult to discipline.

But no matter how hard your heart is, you can't help but soften when you meet Isabella.

However, Lancelot's reluctance lasted only a moment.

because……

The cub on the bed looked at him in an increasingly strange way, with burning eyes, as if he was a big fat piece of meat and he was about to swallow him whole in the next second.

"..."

Dragon cubs probably don't go into heat.

Lancelot could hardly hold back the smile on his face, and quietly took half a step back without leaving any trace.

He pulled the quilt on one side to cover the cub, then walked to a chair not far away, spread out the wide sleeves of his robe and sat down slowly, took out a sealed classical book and spread it flat on his lap.

"Lance, aren't you going to sleep?"

The quilt wrapped the cub tightly, leaving only its big head exposed.

She raised her head in confusion and met the gentle golden eyes in the candlelight, trying hard to hint that he would go to bed soon.

The elf coughed lightly, ignored her invitation, and clarified with a smile: "I am sitting here, sleeping with you."

Isabella: "?"