The cat's reaction to being forced to attack is

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He easily straddled the boy lying on his back from the side of the bed, and saw the boy's out-of-focus black eyes stained with misty water vapor from the soft emerald green to dark rust green, and licked the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue as bright as a snake.

"—Since anyone can, let me taste it, it doesn't matter, right?"

……

At this moment, the bird-like crisp and sweet voice was wrapped around the sensitive ears like a poisonous snake with twisted tarsus bones. The black-haired boy instinctively sensed something was wrong, but he was still unable to move.

There was no strength to raise the arm.He didn't understand why he was covered by a strange breath, and he couldn't move even more.

He didn't like that smell.

The long eyelashes of the black-haired boy trembled slightly, like butterfly wings that were constantly struggling in the palm of his hand.

It's just that the heat on the boy's exposed skin was quietly growing, especially when the side of the ear was deliberately stimulated by the warm breath, it ignited the heat like being burned.

"Do not…………"

The black-haired boy resisted in a slightly vague consciousness with a very soft voice.

The beautiful blond hair and dark rust-green eyes that are as smooth and slightly curly as silk, the young man who is as lively and fragrant as a ghost, turned a blind eye to this resistance, brushed gently from the side of the ear, and was about to follow the soft The pink cheeks went to the original purpose.

It was almost as if she had decided that the refusal was nothing more than an act, eagerly and eagerly wanting to swallow this seductive delicacy into her stomach.

Seeing the shadows under it, Sim Mo's dark pupils shrank slightly under the light mist.

At the same time, the closed glass window was rushed open by a swift sound of flapping wings, and at the moment of coincidence, the door of the room was pushed open after two polite knocks.

The whole scene seemed to collide violently in an extremely quiet and extremely noisy room.

At this moment, the eagle's sharp eyes locked on the enemy pressing on his little master, and a black shadow like a sharp arrow flew down from the air.

And how can the aura of a predatory bird of prey be something that a pampered little nobleman who can't lift his shoulders or pick up his hands can bear--

Almost at the moment when he was stared at by the eagle eyes whose cones were six or seven times more threatening than humans, talking to himself, Oga's spine, which straddled the person, trembled and collapsed reflexively.

Even so, the fabric on the back of the fragile deadly ridge was also scratched by the sharp claws like steel hooks when it swooped down, and the well-trimmed tie ended with the gap at the back, and slipped from one side.

That exquisite and elegant appearance was no longer there, and even looked a bit embarrassed.

The satin-like blond hair on the side of the neck was so tense that it seemed to have passed through life and death at this moment, and a drop of water fell, and it was already completely drenched with fear.

Probably after reacting to the sudden attack at the first time, it realized that the prey was too useless and useless. The black eagle flapped its wings and slowly rose and circled in the room, unexpectedly having no intention of taking another blow .

It was the ruler of the air's contempt for the weak and dirty "voles" - bordering on arrogance.

The owner of the manor who pushed the door and walked in thoughtfully watched the short-term changing scene for a moment, but his blue eyes remained unchanged, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, without any warmth.

"Jones, I think you've been at the Manor too long."

"It's probably making you sick—a chronic disease."

. . . leading to death.

A deep, deep voice said.

"Perhaps the doctors of the Jones family can cure it. However, I am afraid that my estate cannot provide a place for you to stay."

"...we don't want to get involved with it."

The cold bass is indifferent.

The blond boy who was in a state of embarrassment and sweating all over his body didn't dare to look back at the expression of the second prince of the Gallo Empire, but he knew that he was done for.

……

The carved metal door of the royal manor was tightly closed behind him after a soft "squeak".

The royal door will no longer be open to the Jones family.

Sitting on the wheelbarrow, only half of his cheeks could be exposed from behind the window, the slender white palm of the blond boy was holding the handle of a delicate travel bag.

It seems that at this moment, he only has an uncontrollable fear of suffocation that oppresses and squeezes his weak heart, making his breathing difficult, as if he is about to drown in a cold pool.

...If the father and the family know that he has offended the Gallo royal family-the fate waiting for him may be worse than death.

He shouldn't have done that.

He didn't know, he didn't know, he thought that the beta prince was just a suppressed secret for the royal family, a special plaything for reserve...

—and that paradoxical, patient courteousness always produced him, perhaps the Gallo royals were very tolerant, and needed such illusory conjectures of the power of the Jones branch to produce him that he might have, The illusion of rights that could not be had.

How ignorant, self-reliant, absurd, and cowardly...

The blond boy who couldn't see his face clearly from behind the car window was in a violent mood, and the hand holding the grip belt was twitching and convulsing nervously like a curled up snake——

Then suddenly let go, as if suddenly lost strength.

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In the past few days, Xin Mo didn't know if he was affected, and he began to dislike contact with people less and less.

Even though the whole body is weak and can only curl up into a small ball under the snow-white thin quilt, the slight itching under the skin is abnormal, and the lack of contact with the temperature intensifies...

He also persisted in not asking for hugs from others, and even resisted and willfully pushed away when the young brothers visited, or pretended that he was still asleep to refuse visitors.

He often felt that his head was dizzy, and he couldn't use the strength to think. Even if he felt uncomfortable all over, he didn't want to be held in the arms of two young imperial brothers to relieve him.

His Highness's food intake also gradually decreased.

Originally, the number of meals a day was not much different from that of a cat, and now it even makes people doubt whether eating can maintain the survival and growth needs of an overly slender teenager.

It's just that the boy often curls up under the snow-white quilt, always closes his eyes, and even if he opens them unobtrusively, they often half-close them listlessly.

Such a state may indeed require very little heat, but...

The servants in the manor castle were more or less worried about the state of the black-haired boy.

Although he is a beta prince who is not valued by the royal family, he has spent a lot of time with the young His Royal Highness after all. He often sees His Highness lying lazily beside the fireplace in the hall, his fluffy appearance as if leaning against the orange firelight Cat warming up.

Sometimes I saw His Royal Highness riding a horse, which was so pleasing to the eye and even worse than the two older alpha princes.

If a servant offered to help, the little Highness, who had no flaws in equestrian skills, would nod politely and thank him. After that, there would always be servants secretly scrambling to take turns in the courtyard when the little highness was practicing equestrianism.

It is undoubtedly worrying for the waiters who have seen the appearance of the young highness to see the young man's current state.

And... the young prince who is indifferent by nature has become more and more cold in recent days.

Even Zeng Chun's heartbroken maid, who praised the Second Highness's cool and handsome appearance, would shudder and tremble when she saw those cold blue eyes that seemed to be swept at random, and the piercing cold could freeze people He lowered his head firmly.

With an arrogant personality, the blond and blue-eyed third prince's sometimes nasty smile gradually disappeared, and his temper, which had always been difficult to serve his followers, became more and more violent and rampant.

The window glass was lightly tapped by the sharp beak, and then black wings fluttered in.

The black-haired boy curled up on the bed slowly rubbed his eyes with his slender hands, and the boyish voice that seemed soft in the morning mixed with a tired hoarse voice came very softly.

"...Edgar?"

The black eagle landed steadily and gently beside the young man's pillow, holding a white envelope in its beak.

The young man seemed to be accustomed to this process, he stretched out his hand with half-closed eyes, and took the envelope from the black eagle's beak.

Slowly unfold the white letter paper.

'From the window of the wheel well, I saw a shining river of stars.

I think of your Highness.

— Elvis Hawke'

The boy blinked slowly. Although the weakness in his limbs seemed to have subsided, he still didn't want to leave the room.

The teenager who had fallen into a deep sleep again, the letter paper was still pinched by his slender knuckles, and seemed to have a strange sense of peace of mind.

After respectfully knocking on the door at noon, the maid who pushed the small dining car into the bedroom of His Royal Highness saw the scene of the boy curled up on the bed.

These days, she brought lunch, so it was not the first time she had seen the boy fall asleep like this.

The maid covered her heart worriedly, and she was really worried about the young His Royal Highness. After hesitating for a while, she still told the handsome and indifferent young master of the manor.

... After the owner of the manor heard this, Jian Ting's eyebrows frowned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

——After all, it is the iconic bird of prey of the Hawke family. It is simply a dream to injure or even shoot down the Black Hawk with ordinary arrows or guns.

But to seal a foreign object out of the manor, there are too many ways for the young manor owner who has a whole set of self-defense facilities.

On the third day, the black-haired boy finally found out that there was something wrong with the black eagle that often hunted and patrolled outside. Looking at the young brother who was sitting at the desk in his room, flipping through the books indifferently, it was rare to feel a little nervous The anger asked actively.

"What have you done to... Edgar?"

The handsome and indifferent young brother's face remained unchanged, his eyebrows did not move, and he turned a page of the book indifferently as usual.

It's just that the words spoken in that deep voice viciously stirred up the nerves of the younger brother.

"You can guess."

Curled up on the bed towards the desk, the black-haired boy who could only lie weakly on his side suddenly clenched his fists.

I don't know where the strength came from, and it was able to support the weak and angry accusation.

"I hate...the second brother the most!"

……

Because of this anger, the boy woke up from the dream because of it, and the pale skin with abnormality and lack of desire for contact temperature turned redder——

From the side cheeks to the tender eartips, which are already warm, it is almost like a fascinating color.

The emotion is very strong, but the voice of the Qingling boy who has no strength is light and soft, and there is a slightly hoarse ending sound in the near-change period.

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like...

……

The blue eyes of the handsome and indifferent young brother were slightly darkened, his slender and powerful knuckles stretched out, and a faint smile rarely appeared on the corners of his lips, which quickly disappeared into the sense of danger that sent chills down the spine.

……

"Little Silly Cat, who told you that you can disobey your brother and speak without words?"

"You should be given some... punishment."

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