lord and his dragon

Holding the warm bread and broth, Abel took a deep breath, and knocked nervously on the door in front of him.

After a long time, the people inside said: "Come in."

The sound was really light, like the snow outside, without any weight, if Abel's hearing was not sensitive enough, he would definitely miss it.

But fortunately he heard it, and Abel pushed open the door impatiently.

As soon as he saw the situation in the room, Abel knew that he had made a wrong decision. Negrim was tightly wrapped in the quilt, and the room was also dark. Obviously, his master did not want to The meaning of getting up.

Abel had no choice but to put the food aside, took off the thick outer clothing, walked in lightly, and closed the door.

He knelt down by the bed in Negrim, watching his master warily in the darkness.

When Abel was a child, only one head could be seen when he knelt on the edge of the bed. If Negrim raised the quilt a little higher, he would not be able to see clearly, but now he is much higher than the edge of the bed. , without doing anything, you can clearly see Negrim's thin eyelids and trembling eyelashes.

His master didn't open his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, looking very uncomfortable.

Abel bent down worriedly, wanting to get closer, at this moment, Negrim also closed his eyes and stretched out a hand from under the quilt, groping towards Abel.

The slender and pale hand quickly touched Abel's high protruding collarbone. When Abel noticed the coldness of that hand, he also realized that Negrim might want to touch his face, but He didn't realize it for a moment, his slave was no longer the child he used to be.

Abel quickly grasped the hand that was now only two-thirds the size of his own, and obediently stuck it to his cheek.

Negrim groped for his high cheekbones and deep eye sockets, and finally stopped on his sunken cheeks.

After a while, Abel whispered, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Negrim was silent for a while before speaking: "Who is to blame for this?"

His voice was very low and weak, but it was full of sleepiness and impatience. After complaining, he said lightly: "Come up and sleep with me for a while, I'm so sleepy."

Abel originally wanted to sleep at the end of Negrim's bed as before, but Negrim's hand was on his face, and he didn't want to let go, so he had to take off his clothes and crawl into Negrim. in the bed.

Abel didn't expect that there was no temperature in Negrim's bed, and his master was so cold that almost as soon as he came in, his thin limbs couldn't wait to wrap around his hot body, while tightly Clinging to him and gaining warmth again, Negrim fell into a soundless sleep the next second.

Only then did Abel realize that just as he couldn't do without his master, his master couldn't do without him a long time ago, and he couldn't imagine what it was like for him to be separated from Negrim these days. After spending time, his master couldn't warm himself at all, probably every night, he could only wake up under the cold and pain, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

The pain and soreness mixed together, making Abel's heart clenched. He stretched out his hand to wrap Nigrim's thin and thin back in distress, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The room was very quiet, and Abel could only hear Negrim's slender breathing. He closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep with his master.

Because he had slept for a long time before, Abel woke up intermittently several times in the middle, and by the time Negrim opened his eyes, it was already late at night.

Negrim hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Even after waking up, his consciousness seemed to be stuck in glue and it was difficult to pull out. He unconsciously burrowed into Abel's arms, and then Only slowly did he realize that the size of the body in his hand was wrong, and Nigrim's consciousness suddenly came back, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

In the darkness, Abel looked at him in blank dismay.

If Abel was like a pillow when he was young, his body shape is too oppressive now. Nigrim was startled, and immediately pushed him hard, shouting: "Knox!"

The magic lamp in the bedroom came on, causing Abel to blink several times.

Negrim struggled to sit up, his body was warm and warm, but he had no strength at all, and Abel, who was a little sluggish because of sleeping too long, reacted at this moment, and was so scared that he quickly pulled the quilt to wrap around him , for fear that the other party will catch a cold.

It was only then that Negrim calmed down slowly, realizing that the person beside him was his grown-up slave and not some other stranger. He panted softly, and did not reject Abel, and waited until The other party wrapped him tightly, and he gradually relaxed, leaning against the head of the bed like a croissant, frowning, closing his eyes and asking, "What time is it now?"

Hearing this, Abel got out of bed immediately, went to the window and opened the curtains to look out, then came back and knelt by the bed again, and replied softly, "Master, I'm afraid it's late at night now."

Negrim's curly hair was piled in a mess on his forehead, and he still looked a little dazed. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and he hadn't eaten much. After sleeping for a long time, his body and brain became very tired. Heavy, he took a while to sort out what was in his mind, and turned to look at Abel who was kneeling beside the bed.

The original puppy has turned into a large dog in just a few days. It looks familiar and unfamiliar. Abel was not delicate and cute when he was young, but he is handsome and charming when he grows up. His face is not yet fully mature. With a hint of greenness, this makes his handsome look more able to capture the hearts of women. Even Nigrim has to admit that even in the capital, he has never seen a man more handsome than Abel. A handsome man, the only thing that hasn't changed in Abel's body is his eyes, the way he looks at Negrim is still as sincere and nostalgic as before, and will never be shaken by anything.

Negrim's expression was a bit complicated. He looked at Abel for a long time with a scrutinizing gaze. It was not until the latter began to panic because of his attitude that he got a hand out from the gap in the quilt and beckoned the puppy. Shaking the same.

Abel rushed forward and pressed his forehead against his fingertips, with a reassuring expression on his face.

Negrim touched his face, and then pulled the collar on his neck that was almost biting into the flesh. After Abel got closer to his movements, he asked softly: "Are you a dragon?" ?”

Abel's muscles stiffened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. He nodded and replied, "Yes, master."

Negrim asked: "What's the matter with you? You are 16 years old, why are you wandering outside like a child, and why did you suddenly become so big? You told me earlier Did you lie to me about your family?"

Hearing this, Abel shook his head in a panic, and said, "I didn't lie to you, what I said is true!"

Abel is indeed a dragon, but not a pure blood dragon, his mother is a human.