lord and his dragon

Negrim woke up because of a feeling of dyspnea. It wasn't until he struggled to open his eyes that he realized that he had slipped off the pillow unknowingly in his sleep, and his whole head was covered by the quilt.

And when he stuck his head out of the quilt, he knew why he did this unconsciously.

It’s too cold, maybe it’s not so unbearable to others, but Negrim felt that every time he took a breath, ice particles remained in his nasal cavity, which made his brain ache, no wonder he fell asleep. Unconsciously hide under the quilt.

The heavy curtains were drawn in front of the window, the room was very dark, and he didn't know what time it was, so he retracted into the bedding again, and stretched out his feet to kick the person at the end of the bed. Immediately afterwards, he felt the pain on the soles of his feet. The man moved a bit, and asked in a soft voice that was not yet awake: "Master?"

Negrim cleared his throat and said, "Come here, let me warm my hands."

Abel, who was sleeping at the foot of the bed, reacted for a while in the dark, and then slowly crawled towards Negrim. The quilt rose and fell with his movements, and after a while, he was embraced by Negrim inside.

He was really like a small stove, so warm that it was almost hot to the touch. The moment Nigrim hugged him, he almost thought that his chest was going to melt, but soon, he gradually cooled down due to the loss of Abel's body temperature. Negrim woke up again with his feet. He poked his head out from under the quilt with Abel in his arms, staring at the child with a pair of dark eyes in the dim light.

Abel looked at each other for a while foolishly, and asked, "Master?"

There was no obvious expression on Negrim's face, but Abel could see the annoyance in his eyes. The lord complained unreasonably: "Why are you so small? You can't warm your feet when you warm your hands?"

Abel probably wanted to justify something, but after saying "um" several times, he was unable to refute, so he looked at his master innocently.

Negrim sighed, then pushed him into his thin and thin chest, and said, "Forget it, you have grown up pretty fast since you came here, maybe in a few years you can warm your hands and warm your hands." feet."

This is not wrong. Abel has been in the castle for more than a month, and his height is very obvious. Negrim saw Abel gesturing his height beside the bookshelf more than once. The child seemed very happy about this, and surrounded Nigrim. Graham's twirling movements became more eager, and the smile on his face was even more dazzling than the summer sun.

It's just a little bit taller, the lord thought to himself, and it's worth being happy like this.

Negrim is not sour!Although compared with children, his size hardly moved, and he didn't even gain weight at all, but he thought that children of Abel's age grew up very fast, and there was nothing unusual about it, and it was normal A 14-year-old boy like him can't grow up to a child of this age.

But after all, Abel is a child of his own family, and it is a good thing to grow taller. Negrim thought about it, and then condoned the other's overly lively behavior.

Having said that, in the face of such coldness, even Negrim, who is strict with himself, lingered on the bed for a while before he was mentally prepared to get up, but before he got up, Abel had to get up first, so It took a lot of effort for Negrim to get ready to let Abel out of the quilt.

The lord touched the hot water bottle stuffed into the quilt by Abel in distaste, feeling that it was not half as good as a little slave.

Because Negrim has only been in office for more than three months, and has not established any relationship with the personnel in his own territory, there is a shortage of magic tools in the castle. After the weather is cold, the imperfection of the insulation system is more obvious. Abel had to go downstairs twice to deliver toiletries and freshly baked food to Negrim—in this weather, if the food was left for a while, the temperature would lose almost all of it.

Fortunately, Abel's speed was so fast that his master would not starve in such cold weather. When he brought the food to the door of Negrim's bedroom, it was still steaming obediently , people feel very appetizing just looking at it.

Already used to serving Negrim, Abel knocked symbolically on the door, and pushed it away with his hand.

Before entering the door, Abel was actually ready to persuade his master out of bed again, but what he didn't expect was that after opening the door, he would see Negrim standing by the small window in the bedroom, pulling the curtains Open a gap and look out.

The lord's black curly hair was piled messily on his shoulders, his face was pale because of the cold, his fingertips pressed against the curtain were also white, almost transparent, and the light leaking in from the window shone on half of his face, Gu Jing The pitch-black eyes of Wubo reflected the vast white scenery outside.

But what attracted Abel's attention most was the clothes of Negrim, because there was no little slave to wait on him, the boy only put on a thin shirt after getting up from the bed, and his two pale and thin legs were naked on the ground. In the cold air, a thin layer of goosebumps arose on his fair skin. His disabled and deformed left leg was slightly curled up, and only his toes were touching the dark green carpet in a pitiful gesture.

But obviously, its owner didn't realize how fragile he looked now, and pretended to be calm and turned his face to his slave and said, "It's snowing outside."

His voice was as cold as usual, but with the dazzling white light reflected on his side face, it showed a kind of ignorant and innocent sex appeal.

Abel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, and shouted in a panic: "What are you doing! How can you get off the bed like this! It will freeze to death, don't your legs hurt?!"

Negrim just looked at him and didn't speak, but in fact his leg hurts, otherwise his left leg, which usually still has a little strength, wouldn't have only the toes touching the ground like now. He didn't tell the little slave Yes, in fact, his leg was still fine when he got out of bed, but with the little slave by his side for too long, he forgot how fragile it was for a moment, and only stood here for a while, when he came back to his senses, the disabled leg His left leg was so painful that he couldn't use his strength because of the cold. The worse news was that because it was so close to the bed, he didn't even hold a cane when he got down, so now he couldn't move himself even if it was only a few steps away. walk back.

Of course, there was a last resort, but Negrim didn't want to crawl on the ground so embarrassingly and without dignity. He would rather be frozen and hurt for a while, so he stuck here and didn't move.

Abel quickly put down the food in his hand, helped Negrim back to the bed that was still warm, and took off his clothes without any complaints and climbed up to help Negrim warm up.

It took a long time for Negrim's blue face to recover from the cold. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth in the quilt, and suddenly said in a barely audible voice: "You must never leave me in the future."

Abel couldn't hear what his master was saying because he was separated by a layer of quilt, so he asked in a muffled voice, "What are you talking about?"

But Negrim did not intend to repeat it again. When he opened his eyes again, it seemed that the person who showed weakness just now was not him at all. Quietly, he asked, "What day is today?"

Upon hearing this, Abel replied, "Master, today is the last day of November."

Then, he thought of something again and said, "There are still seven days left, and it's the birthday."

When Negrim heard this, he had a strange expression on his face. After a long time, he gave a low "hmm" and said, "I see."

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